No Choice |Glitchy Red X Reader|

___CHAPTER TWO___

: Gli-

: Tch-

: Y-

: Re-

: D-

Leave me alone.
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"So basically, what happened was that you were too chicken to actually ask him and ran back here?" Ben leaned back in his chair and tried his best not to laugh.

"Yeah, but in my defense... I've never really talked to Slenderman myself. I just felt too nervous to go through with it. Since you guys had all crashed after beating the games again, I decided to just... sit and think." I scratched my head with a sheepish smile, not sure if there was a better way to put it than that.

"No wonder you get bullied." Ben let out a loud laugh, falling out of his chair. "Shut up hoe!" Sonic kicked him in the face. "Hoe isn't the term I'd use for him, but if it means we get to beat him up then sure." Dark Link chuckled and cracked his knuckles, joining Sonic in the ganging-up-on of Ben.

I chuckled and cracked a smile. It wasn't every guy for himself down here, and I knew Ben was just joking, but it was nice to know that they would do stuff like that for me.

Sally and LJ too...

It made me feel... happy.

A sharp pain lurched in my chest and my smile dropped immediately. I leaned against the wall, my body fracturing itself out of place as I started to glitch.

I forgot... happiness isn't apart of my program.

I crossed my arms and looked around the large basement. Speaking of Silver... "Guys, where DID Silver go? I don't see him." I felt a rush surge through me and panic began to fill my being.

"I think he's in a game- AH STOP IT SONIC YOU FUCKING BLUE FURRY!!" Ben yelled out in pain, only half of that statement actually needed.

In a game... I know what he's doing.

Classic Silver, haunting people's games and trying to kill them. Well, not kill them, just scare the shit outta them. He wouldn't hurt a fly, at least I don't think. I wanna hop in a game too now.

You won't beat me Silver. I can haunt games too.

Watch me.

____Y/N'S POV

I was stuck in a place I didn't want to be in. After leaving the one home I was sharing with my ex, I had forgotten that I had nowhere to turn.

But of course, my parents welcomed me back with open arms.

I'm not even going to touch on the subject of why they weren't asleep at 2 in the morning though.

I didn't completely hate the idea of moving back in with them. They were great parents for sure... as long as my brother wasn't there. Thankfully, he was in college now so it would just be me, the lovable doggos, and my sweet parents.

"Y/n, we saved everything in your room. You can stay here for as long as you need to." My mother smiled as she fluffed out the couch pillows, evidently tidying up the living room.

My father let out a booming, hearty laugh while stroking our dog, Bean, who was resting on his lap, "Or until Tyler mysteriously appears of course!"

I laughed at his little joke and proceeded to carry my things up to my room. "Tyler's not coming back and you know that Dad!" I called back, meaning it in a joking way but inside wishing it was true.

I love my brother, but he's a pain in the ass...

I placed my things down beside my bed and closed the door behind me, gazing around at my room and feeling the wave of nostalgia hit me hard.

My colorful room, all the memories it held. Memories that I just couldn't quite... reach.

I know I had went through many phases when I was growing... The last one being, just everything. I had grown up and I was ready to be me.

A smile adorned my face as I gazed at all the posters I had pinned up along the lengths of the walls. Anime, video games, bands, hell even pride posters.

This was the true me. A person that liked the weirdest shit but gave zero fucks about what people thought.

But those gaming systems though. They were calling my name.

I shuffled over to my dresser and gazed at the GameBoy before me. I was such a sucker for video games.

Especially Pokémon. The classics.

I pulled it off of my dresser and blew off the lingering dust. It was completely normal to play games after finding out you were cheated on.

Completely normal.

I looked over at the cartridge inside and smiled even more. "Pokémon Red. My favorite." It was my favorite because unlike Silver, Red was the main character. Silver will always be a close second though.

I was fortunate enough to get the GameBoy Color, so all the Games I had looked soooo much better because they lacked the black and white monotonous view.

The game booted up and a montage of logos flashed by like normal. The main screen revealed itself but quickly flashed into a darker screen.

"Huh? The fuck...?" I muttered and plopped down on my bed, staring the ominous screen down like it would change what was happening.

???: ...can you hear me?

A line of text appeared along with a string of static to correspond. I winced at the sound being emitted from the device bit shook my head silently.

What's going on? Why wasn't I scared? This isn't normal!

Far from it actually...

???: ...are you lying to me?

The static hand changed drastically to a voice. One that resembled a male's. It sounded like your everyday guy voice, just with a little more somber tuning and a lot more 'dead inside' tone.

Right up my alley.

I shook my head, my mouth moving but no words forming. I was utterly speechless and completely dumbfounded. Game systems don't talk.

So why was mine?

???: ...you know I can see you, right?

That's when the realization hit me. All at once, I dropped my GameBoy and screamed my ass off.

This was not okay. THIS WAS NOT OKAY!

A static like chuckle surged through the air as something began to come through the screen.

Something... resembling a hand.

It took form completely and started thrashing about wildly. The chuckle erupted into maniacal laughter and all I could do was cover my ears and squeeze my eyes shut.

That's all I wanted to do.

There was a soft thud at my feet and the sound of something round rolling. My eyes flew open and I watched as the small ball rolled across the floor, stopping at my feet.

It was... a Pokéball.

I reached over with shaky hands and took it into my grasps, my eyes glossing over the single line of text on the screen. And possibly the last one since the Game Boy turned itself off.

RED: I choose you.