Lynx’s POV:
I see Pyrite’s smug face and roll my eyes; no one knows Char like I do, so I doubt some pompous brat could treat her like I could. I’ve got plenty of ways to ensure he’d have a sword through his heart before he could even get close to Char. Just the idea of his blood slowly dripping off the end of a blade, it sends a gleeful shiver down my spine.
I grin as Ivan hands me the glasses, no one could be better for her than me. I put them on, and the room fades to white.
I look around, taking note of the small street. Char is walking beside me. I look around, taking note of the puddle; simulation Charlotte is walking towards it. I pick her up and carry her over it, setting her down, past it. She smiles and lightly punches my arm, “Next time, warn a girl.”
I smile back.
I hear a voice saying, “First scenario, complete, two more to go.”
The scene changes, Char is standing beside me, looking at three places. A bar, a restaurant, and a taco stand.
“I don’t care where we go,” Char says, shrugging. I ask once more to make sure; she says yes. So I choose to go to the fancy place—the scene changes as the voice echoes. “Second scenario complete, one more to go.”
This time, I’m back at the school, with Char nearby struggling to carry a large box. I ask if she needs help, her being her usual stubborn self, says no.
“Don’t be foolish, Charlotte,” I say, helping her carry the box, “It’s okay to ask for help sometimes.” I look back to her, but before I see her reaction, the world goes white. I take off the glasses and hand them to Ivan.
Third POV:
Ivan smiles at the two and looks at the results, alrighty. From your responses, the data say that the one best for Charlotte is-” Char grabs the device from Ivan’s hands, interrupting him, and smashing it on the ground.
She’s not happy.
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Short Stories
FantasyA bunch of short stories I'm writing for fun, some of these are not my characters, I will say which ones and who made them in the story.
