I Met Him In the Middle - Slither.io Fanfic (DISCONTINUED)

Part One

I came home late from a long day of work. Being played all day long can be very tiring.

I should really introduce myself. My name is slither.io. I commonly get my name pronounced wrong. It should be pronounced as slither DOT-I-O (come at me) and not one long word like slitherio.

I work at a place where all the io games go to work. There are different offices for different rooms, where we work 12 hours a day, before our partners come in and take the second half. I'm a female, and my parter is a female, so obviously we can work together pretty well. My job can get very competitive, because video games are all about popularity, and about how much the kids and teenagers will love us.

The year is 2017, which means my game, Slither.io, has just came out a year ago, and is growing more popular in the search bar by the minute. Me and my partner are second on the leader board, which we had at work where we could go and see how many resent searches the game we work for has. The last time I checked. We had about 6.6 billion. Pretty good to be honest. We have grown popular enough to have youtubers start gaming us. For example, Poopular emenos,  Dandy de em, and Peewy Pumpkin Pie.  (Lord help me)
Number one on the leader are the most annoying people to ever exist.  Ugh.  Agar.io.  Like whats even the point of their game? I don't even understand how to play.  Who's idea was it to bring two rude, annoying, loud, and upsetting boys into?  I'll sue whoever that is. 

Do I have a real name?  Yeah.  Slither.io is just the branch of my what my job is.  The whole company all the different io games.  My actual name is Macy.  (Oh no) And my partner's name is Emma.  (IM SORRY WE HAVE TO KEEP SOME SECRET IDENTITY HERE RIGHT?????)  We have literally been friends since 2nd grade when we went to go to school, then we grew up and went to college so become great working video games. 

What do I look like?  Well I don't really know.  When you live in a computer you don't have mirrors, so you kinda have to go off of what every one else tells you.  Shockingly I'm human.  I know I have blonde hair and blue eyes, Emma does too.  I know people tell me I have a very round face.  So round it turns into a square or rectangle when I smile. 

Okay so I'm human.  Everyone in the computer is.  We go to school as humans in the real world.  Once you get a special degree and working computer ID called a byte, you go through many long and difficult tests, and making sure you are in good health, so the computer companies can finally make the transfer to the computer.  You have to leave everything behind, you old friends, your family, all your money and belongings.  You have to make a fresh start when joining the computer world.  It's sad I know, but you can really get over it.  You can hack into their accounts and look at their pictures and fun events they might go to.  You still know whats going on in their life however they don't know yours.

Growing up, Emma and I had a great friend named Sidney.  She brightened our day whenever we felt bad, gave us many hugs, and always made sure we were happy.  She had a creative side.  She loved art and crafts, and had so many great ideas in her head.  But she decided to choose a different path with her life than Emma and I, so we had to split.  Just differences in opinion, and that's okay.

Back to the topic of working.  I already said we split our job into two separate shifts.  And technically, we are working non stop.  Let's see if I can explain this.  I just quit working in the office, where I make sure the game is working correctly, and all the codes in it are running smoothly.  When that shift is about to end, Emma shows up and takes over that half of the job and I hurry home.  Home in the computer is a neighborhood you might of heard of called the search bar.  There are regular size condos there, where each computer worker has their own.  There is still work to do there too.  We must lay on a long lit up half tube like thing, which is probably the most comfortable thing I have ever laid in.  There our links from our bytes can upload and people can search us up.  You know when you search for something in particular, and then and then the computer says something like, "We're sorry, this site can't be reached, please try again later."  Well that just means one of the partners haven't made it back to the search bar yet, and gone to sleep.  That side of this career is less important to the people playing, but more important to the workers in the computer, because it is our time to sleep and relax.

Well I think I wrapped everything up.  Time to hit the search bar and take a ten our nap.

Alright that concludes the first part!  This is a very ridiculous idea my friend and I thought up of when we were looking through fan fictions.  Hehe.  The parts in the parenthesis are things only she will understand, and only things the kids that know me and go to my school will also understand, but not that important.  No idea when the next part is coming out so... okay then.
~Anonymous Moss