A Reincarnated Sacrifice (A Dirk x Reader fanfiction)

Starting Up

A short loading screen with a peculiar green house flipping its components around appeared on your monitor, as you relaxed in your chair. From the information that you had gathered, this game was supposed to cause the apocalypse. You couldn't care less as to what happened to the damned planet that you lived on. The Condese could die in a pit of hell for all that you cared, but considering that you couldn't feel the revenge that you wanted to, you didn't care if she lived either. As long as you made it through alright, it was fine. The game finished loading as it flashed to the screen of the person you would be 'serving'. Roxy sat on your screen, several bottles of alcohol surrounding her, and she typed away happily on her screen. Deciding that she should probably know that you can see what she's doing, you message her on Pesterchum.

(Chumhandle) [CH] began pestering tipsyGnostalgic [TG] at 12:57 P.M.

[CH] : I'm on. Don't do anything that one would perceive as ridiculous.

TG: do u mean liek this?

TG: ;)

You look back over to the window that you have of Sburb, and see that Roxy had grabbed a magnet in the shape of a W, and put it to her face, as if it were a moustache. You huff out a little sigh and click back on Pesterchum.

[CH]: Yes, that is certainly what I mean.

[CH]: Stop it this instant.

TG: awww, (FN) dont be suck a boaarre

TG: *such LOL

[CH] : What is your definition of 'fun'? Drinking until your head almost explodes from your hangover the next day, or reading about the mother that died and abandoned you to live with strangers you didn't even know?

Oh no, you're unconsciously insensitive side began to show, but considering that you couldn't really be sensitive. It was just that way that you thought, and you spoke whatever came into your mind. That's how a robot usually acts. They are given orders, and perform them without the use of emotions in its way. They get the job done, period.

TG: (FN)...that was mean :(

[CH]: So? I will not apologize for my actions. That is what you must expect when talking to someone who hasn't smiled since she was ten.

TG: :(

[CH]: However, I do have a question that has yet to be answered.

[CH]: Is everyone else in?

TG: yea janey just got into the game

[CH] : Alright, I'll prepare you for the game-

[CH]: Well, this is quite the predicament.

TG: wat?

TG: OH FUCK

TG: BRB (FN) SHITS HAPENNINNG

tipsyGnostalgic ceased pestering [Chumhandle] [CH] at 1:24 P.M.

[CH]: Roxy, it seems as if there's a red light coming in from your window, as well as mine.

[CH]: From my perspective, it seems to be fire, and red lines diving into the planet.

[CH]: Oh, well, okay then. I will deal with my problems as well. Farewell, Roxy. Do not perish in death.

[Chumhandle ceased pestering tipsyGnostalgic [TG] at 1:26 P.M

You get out of Pesterchum and look towards the program open in which you can see Roxy frantically running around the town that she inhabited, helping out the townsmen and women. Sometimes, you wished that you were as considerate as she was, but as soon as the thought crossed your mind, it was erased by emptiness once again.