Game Over. (Virus!Cryaotic Fanfic?)

(2.) Basically, Me.

Hello. My name is Evelyn, and I like video games. Well you could say I liked video games--considering my present state. I've decided to tell you my mistakes in attempt to possibly entertain or educate you. Please do be the least bit of concerned for your future as you read on, my friend. I guess I should tell you that the more you read on, the more danger you're in. Good? So, now that the pathetic ones have left already, it leaves you and me to uncover my mystery. Why did I never come to school the next miserable day? Why did no one ask questions? Who am I , and why do I think I'm so important as to tell you this unfortunate series of events?

You could call it a disease, if you'd please.

Anyways, you already heard about "the text" didn't you? That's when it all started, I suppose. So do I just go to the next day after that, reader? Hm, I guess we can't communicate. I'll just assume you said yes, how about that? Alright, so November 6th of 2013. Taking place in your average-- I'll just let my past self explain.

When you imagine normal, you imagine...well, normal. Yeah, I guess you could say that I wasn't your normal teenager. Getting drunk, going to parties, maybe making out with a couple people on the way. I'm not like that at all. Instead of all that, I have a successful tumblr account, I watch YouTube, make videos, and play video games. It does get a little lonely on the way, though. That's why I just rely on my friends on the internet. You could call them my moral support.

Wait, I've already gotten caught up on irrelevant things, here's the basic line of me: I don't have many friends, I'm a freshman in highschool, and I like men on the internet. That sounds weird, I mean I like two or three particular guys that make my day ten times better. Their names are Felix, Ryan, and Mark. Most commonly know as Pewdiepie, ChaoticMonki, and Markiplier. They also play video games for a living. Check them out on YouTube if you'd like.

Anyways, after getting that weird text, I passed out after thinking of all the possible people that might've texted me that. I decided it was probably a prank or something from one of my old friends. Then I wake up at eight in the morning, with only a few hours of sleep. Upon unlocking my phone, I see my notifications pratically blowing up in my face as my friends converse with eachother on Kik. I smile to myself and text: "you guys killed my phone yet again"

They all reply with "GOODMORNING" 's and "finally you're awake" 's. Since we all have different time zones, it's really one to five in the morning for some of them. I roll out of my blankets and drop my phone down on my bed to charge while I get ready. Minding my time, I put on a pair of jeans and a jacket. My hightops are at the front of the door waiting for me, along with my school supplies. There's not much detail about my morning routine as you can see. I grab my phone and shove it in my pocket, then walk out to the kitchen to grab an apple to eat while walking to the bus. I put my dark brown hair into a bun and brush my teeth in the bathroom quickly. As I walk out of the door to leave, I put on my glasses, slip on my bag, and put my headphones in so I can listen to Tasty Network on the way.

Let me just say, the bus sucks. I think I'd rather fall in a hole than ride the bus. Since my Auntie insists, I do it anyways. I look back at my phone to see no notifications from my friends, weird, I think. It was a group chat...I must've gotten at least one ping notifiying me about their absence.

Nothing.

I open our front door, and lock it while I unlock my phone to see what's up. Still walking, I see that everyone from the chat left. Strange. I text Jinny to see what's up, she replies angliry.

"everything alright?"

"Hah, would you care?"

I frown, "of course I do, jin. why wouldn't I?" I take a bite out of my apple.

"A second ago you were just saying terrible things to all of us."

What? "Huh? I was getting ready for school" .

Jinny texts a picture to me of the conversation. It showed me saying dreadful things to the group. Like I would do that? They were basically random remarks like: "I never liked you" and "You're such a slut, get out." and forth. I text Jinny a picture of my screen and how it showed I how I didn't get any messages from them, and how it didn't show the texts that I had supposedly writen.

"....Then how did they send?"

Good question. How did they send?

"dunno. guess we'll find out sooner or later."

She replied "I guess." and I don't reply back, then continue listening to Tasty.

As I approach my bus stop, I see the usual bunch of people that live here causally talking to eachother about up coming projects and how homework sucks.

The bus drive is basically school, but in a compacted area. People still picked on you, people were in hoards, and people were much louder. I wasn't surprised when I sat down to a mushy substance on my seat. When my butt hit the cushion, half the bus laughed out loud while the other half were either taking a video or talking to their friend. Shoot. I felt relieved knowing I packed an extra change of clothes in case something like this may happen.

The girl across from my seat looked at me with pity, like she wanted to help me. Her name was Sarah, and she had always helped me out. Maybe the only one who ever would in this school. She hands me a small tissue and smiles, "Here, this'll help."

I reach out to grab it, but before I could grasp it, Linsey Summers grabs it. She tosses it around and puts an annoying look on her face , "I wonder who's this could be..." she turns to her sidekick who shrugs sarcastically. "Give it back," Sarah says, fed up.

"Make me, tomboy."

Sarah attempts to grab it, but only to embarrass herself falling face first to the floor. My eyes widen, and I help her up. I avoid eye contact with Linsey so I don't cause any more trouble. I smile at Sarah and whisper "Thanks." to her. She nods her head and (while getting up from her unfortunate fall) glares at Linsey.

One thing I've learned? Try to cause the less trouble as possible. If there's a fight going on, walk past. If Linsey is picking on me, don't say anything or even look at her.

The day was crap, is what I'm trying to say.

The whole day I kept my head down, praying to god that no one had posted the picture of me with ketchup on my bottom.

Needless to say, I hate my school.

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aye it's me. right, so thanks for feedback and stuff. sorry this chapter stinks, I was rushing it. it's about two in the morning right now, I'm just glad I got finished.

here's a song that I like and I have no idea if it goes with the chapter but regardless you just take it now:

patent pending / brighter

hope you like it, vote and all that

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