The Idol: a VenturianTale fanfic

Chapter 1

I sat at my computer, looking on Devientart at questions that the fans had posted. They mainly consisted of questions about what happened on the freeway. The incident made national news and YouTube, Devientart, and Steam were going crazy these past 3 months since Cywren's death. Each day, it's a struggle just to get out of bed. I had Cywren's Vault 101 jumpsuit framed and all of her weapons put in a wooden box that I kept on my desk next to my computer. Except for the rifles and things to that nature. Those I kept on the wall on racks like rednecks do on their trucks.

I had told the fans exactly what happened: how I got sucked into Fallout 3, how Cywren came into our world and how she died. The fans thought I was crazy. I mean, why wouldn't they? How can you possibly get sucked into a game, fall in love with your character, and get sucked back out with her, and have her die in your arms? It's close to impossible. I lost about 4,000 subscribers in 2 days after I posted that story.

A week later I hit rock bottom: I couldn't live with the fact that Cywren died in vain. I told my mom, Cierra, Isaac and Bethany that I was going out. I walked out to my car, an '87 Toyota 4x4 pickup, and climb in. I had the number "101" stitched into the navy blue leather dashboard, and the rest of the interior was this navy blue, with the number "101" stitched on the sides of the seats and on the ceiling.

I reached in the glove compartment and reached for a whiskey flask. I have been a major alcoholic the past month or so, and I've been drinking heavily for about a week. I took a swig and cringed from the alcohol.

A knock on my window made me jump, but what I saw peeking in my passenger window made me do a double take. "Cywren?!" I gasped. Indeed, the deep blue eyes and blood red hair of Cywren Caster stared back at me.