Vesity

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Y.N- your name
U.N- username
e.c - eye colour
h.c - hair colour
f.c - favorite colour

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Y.N’s POV

I raced around the track. My weapon was about to die. My target was moving at insane speeds, trying to get away. But I knew I would get him. I had to.

I was a mercenary in Vesity. My age didn’t stop me from being one of the best. In Vesity, you only have one life. I had seen stories about people who had committed suicide in the IRL after their avatars were killed.

The entire world was online, and if there’s a world, there’s currency. To keep up with everything, I had started by playing a simple hunting game. I didn’t like hunting, but it got you the most points. Somebody noticed my abilities and decided they’d pay me 500 points to take out some other character. That was the first time I ever killed.

That time had long passed. I was now I well sought out merc. My username was (U.N), but people still called me Y.N. My avatar looked just like me, with (e.c) eyes, (h.c) hair, and (s.c) skin. The difference was the markings along my body. When I created my avatar, I added small details that didn’t exist on my real body, like (f.c) coloured marks on the edges of my face and around my eyes.

My target, someone’s ex husband, raced away from me frantically. I smirked at his anxious behavior and chased after. I swung my war scythe, releasing a wave of blue light at him. It launched him across the room and into a wall. With the sickening crack of bones, he fell limp on the floor.

As the body disappeared, I smirked and there was a small twinkling sound. I looked to the corner of my screen as blue glowing dots replaced the body. They flew towards me and I gathered the experience.

I sent a ‘done’ message to someone. They transferred 4,000 currency units to my profile account. I smiled and quickly left the site. It wasn’t uncommon to kill off a character and be hunted afterwards by their friends.

I didn't have friends. I had colleagues. I didn't follow or friend people, and they didn't follow or friend me. It was the perfect arrangement. No emotional conflicts, no ‘feelings’, none of it. It was perfect for me. It wasn’t unusual to be hunted down by another player’s friends. When I was hunted down, I would just take them out. No big deal.

I glanced down at my war scythe, hanging at my side. It had small sparks of blue electricity dancing over the black wooden handle. The blade was silver and chipped, dried blood staining the tip of the blade. I sighed and left for elsewhere.

I looked around, finding myself standing in a large warehouse. There were large metal objects hanging from the ceiling, held up by rusted chains. One of the objects was a rusted yellow volkswagen bug missing a headlight. I heard crazed muttering from around the corner. I walked to see who it was. It was exactly who I thought it was.

“Howdy, partner,” I said, mimicking a texas accent. The avatar groaned and turned around, a smile on his face.

The avatar had light blue hair buzzed on the sides, purple eyes, a thin nose, a broad jawline, dark skin, and a white scar going over his left eye. He was taller than me, but not my much.

“What do you want, Y.N?” he asked in his strong southern accent. His voice echoed over my speakers. I could tell he was using a microphone by the small static sounds that accompanied his voice.

“I need a favor, Ed,” I said. He sighed and stood up from his chair. I pulled out my war scythe, and he took it in his hands and looked it over.

Edwin James was my neighbor in the IRL, and my best friend in both the IRL and Vesity. I called him Ed. His username was Goliath. In real life he was stick thin, stupid tall, and he wore nerd glasses. In all honesty, he was really really cute. I had a bit of a crush on him.

“I can do it, but it’ll cost you.” I rolled my eyes.

“Doesn’t it cost me every time?” he smirked and took my war scythe over to an empty white table. He turned on a lamp over it, casting a blinding white light over everything. I winced at the sudden light and brought up my hand to cover my eyes.

With the sound of metal being hit by stone a few times, Ed turned around and handed me my war scythe back. It looked a lot similar, but less chipped, less blood, and no blue light. I thanked him and transferred 200 currency units to his account.

“Hey, are you still coming over for dinner tonight?” he asked. I nodded. “Okay. See you at six.”

“See you then.” I left the site. I travelled for a while, looking for a job. Nothing came up for the rest of the evening.

Dr. Larrow’s POV

Adler was professing quickly. Too quickly. He was learning things are unreasonable speeds. I was lucky he heeded my warning to slow down his intake of knowledge. Being hooked straight to the internet did wonders for him.

I rarely let Adler out into Vesity. I was afraid he wouldn't do well with the online players. From the times he did go out, players reacted to him very well. They said he was very polite. None of them knew he was a glitch, just part of the system. They all figured he was a fellow player.

I sat at my computer once again, watching the code race by my eyes in its usual white font. I had acquired a 3D character avatar display and set it up for Adler, so he could sit beside me while I worked. He spoke often of what he saw in Vesity. He admired the players, and adored the world he found around him.

“Father,” he asked, his voice clear and smooth.

“Yeah, Adler?” I asked, turning to his green form sitting on the desk beside me. I hadn’t gotten the life sized version yet, but it was on its way, as a birthday present to Adler.

“Can I go out tonight?” I smiled gently.

“Sure. Just be back by 10. We don’t want the capers finding you.” He smiled and disappeared in a flash of green pixels. He was my son, and I loved him like any father loved his child.