Tfios fan fiction

Part 11

A couple of days later, I got up around noon and drove over to Isaac's house. He answered the door himself. "My mum took Graham to a movie." He says.

"We should go do something." I say.

"Can the something be play blind-guy video games while sitting on the couch?" He asks.

"Yeah, that's just the kind of something I had in mind." I say. So we sat here for a couple hours talking to the screen together, navigating this invisible labyrinth cave without a single lumen of light. The most entertaining part of the game by far was trying to get the computer to engage us in humorous conversation:

Me: "Touch the cave wall."

Computer: "You touch the cave wall. It is moist."

Isaac: "Lick the cave wall."

Computer: "I do not understand. Repeat?"

Me: "Hump the cave wall."

Computer: "You attempt to jump. You hit your head."

Isaac: "Not jump. HUMP."

Computer: "I don't understand."

Isaac: "Dude, I've been alone in the dark in this cave for weeks and I need some relief. HUMP THE CAVE WALL."

Computer: "You attempt to ju-"

Me: "Thrust pelvis against the cave wall."

Computer: "I do not-"

Isaac: "Make sweet love to the cave."

Computer: "I do not-"

Me: "Fine. Follow left branch."

We continue for a little while before Isaac decides to pause the game. "Do you know if it hurt or whatever?" He asks me.

"He was really fighting for breath, I guess, he eventually went unconscious, but it sounds like, yeah, it wasn't great or anything. Dying sucks." I say.

"Yeah. It just seems so impossible." He says.

"Happens all the time." I say.

"You seem angry." He says.

"Yeah." I say.

"Gus really loved you, you know." He says after a few moments of silence.

"I know."

"He wouldn't shut up about it."

"I know."

"It was annoying."

"I didn't find it that annoying."

"Did he ever give you that thing he was writing?" He asks.

"What thing?"

"That sequel or whatever to that book you liked."

I turn to Isaac. "What?"

"He said he was working on something for you but he wasn't that good of a writer."

"When did he say this?"

"I don't know. Like, after he got back from Amsterdam at some point."

"At which point?" I press.

"Um," He sighs. "Um, I don't know. We talked about it over here once. He was over here, like-uh, we played with my email machine and I'd just gotten an email from my grandmother. I can check on the machine if you-"

"Yeah, yeah, where is it?" I ask.

When we are done I leave Isaac's house and get into the minivan. I start the car and a hip-hop beat started on the stereo. Someone started rapping in Swedish. I swivel around and scream at the sight of Peter Van Houten sitting in the car, wearing his funeral suit.