She'd come to accept that the video game was haunted.
Not too long after her shaky neighbor Mr. Jefferson had handed her the Majora's Mask game cartridge (ignoring her exclamation of, "I don't even have a Nintendo 64!") and mumbling about a boy named Ben, Lynetta Moore began to experience some extremely freaky glitches. They got increasingly more frightening as time progressed, starting with portals being shot where she most definitely did not shoot them in Portal 2 to her character spasming on the ground in L.A. Noire with a terrifying shrieking noise in the back, a cause for her mother to come investigate to see what her fifteen-year-old daughter was up to.
The freakiest (and most common) thing to happen to her, by far, was the laughing. It was a male voice, no doubt—barely on the edge of puberty, she identified—that sounded like it was underwater and being heard on the other end of a Skype call with bad connection all at once. It happened when glitches caused her to lose games, when she freaked out because of something strange, in the dead of night when her iPod would flash on for no reason.
Needless to say, she was terrified.
And determined to discover what was causing all these things. She had plans. Plans she was too scared to put into action, yes, but plans all the same. The most important one was to find out the source of this haunting.
By this point, weeks had passed since it had started, since Lynnetta had gotten that video game. She'd almost forgotten the game, but when she saw it laying on her dresser in front of her television, it clicked.
"Oh, you little fucker," she whispered to herself, grabbing the game and staring at it, thinking about what to do with it.
"You wanna go for a swim, ya' fuck? Come on, then. Let's go swim." She went into the bathroom directly across from her bedroom, closed the plug in the sink, and started running the water. She was reaching forward to drop it in when the game suddenly burned her, causing her to drop it halfway through. She cursed and stuck her own hand in the water.
"Oh, no, you don't. Whatever you are," she said, almost condescendingly, "or whoever you think you are does not matter. I will soak you in this sink water, and you will stop bothering me, and I will get on with my life while your pre-pubescent ass leaks water from this very sink under mounds of garbage in a junkyard. I am so done with you." Lynetta picked the game up, bit her lip through the pain of the heat and to keep herself from gasping at the angry buzzing, almost living, and dropped it into the water.
Although, she could've sworn that the buzzing stopped just before it hit water, and the scarily calm voice that belonged to the laughter rang out through the room and sent chills up her spine.
"You shouldn't have done that."
It's, like, two in the morning and I got really bored and just had to write something. I promise the next chapters will be longer! I think! If I end up finishing them! Because, well, if you've read anything I've ever written ever, you'd know that I, like, never finish stuff! But it's summer! So I have time! Woohoo! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this little thing that came to me, the start of something... beautiful. I hope I see you nerds throughout the next chapters, even if my story writing skills do suck. Peace.
- Mother of All Nerds, Space Lesbian