Okay, okay. Before you all kill me, I'm sorry for not updating "Promise." I really have been working on it, but it's hard to remember where I was going with it. So I've been searching for those notes I wrote down before starting the story so I can finish the chapter and keep you all from going mad from withdrawals.
Now, about the story. I've had this idea in my head, ever since I first played DC2. My family's reactions to playing the game (yes, even my parents play video games. How cool are they? ) were just so priceless, I had to put them into story form. I know the idea itself is a bit n00bish, but bear with me here. I know what I'm doing. ...I think.
So! You all know the drill! Please read and review! This is just the prologue; I'll have the next chapter up soon.
"Let go! You're doin' it wrong!"
"No, YOU let go!"
"Stop yelling!"
"Mo-om!"
Controllers were tugged on and buttons were smashed. The start-up screen of our favorite videogame, Dark Cloud 2, was half-way done loading. One of my brothers had supposedly come up with a way to make it load faster; unfortunately, this particular boy was "Mr. None-of-my-shortcuts-ever-work" and we knew that he would just make the situation worse. So my youngest brother took it upon himself to stop the Playstation's meltdown before it happened.
"Both of you, cut it out or you're grounded!" Mom shouted. The youngest gave a final stubborn tug on the controller, pulling the Playstation off of the shelf next to the television. The game console hit the floor and broke almost cleanly into two pieces. There was silence.
"…YOU BROKE IT!" Mom exclaimed, "Do you know how much that thing cost us!?"
"HE STARTED IT!" the youngest accused, pointing at his older brother. As the usual fistfight ensued, I stared at the television, frowning. The screen was still loading.
"…game still works," I said, pointing at the TV. The arguing ceased as everyone looked to where I was pointing. Mom frowned.
"It's probably frozen," she grumbled, "I can't believe you broke it…"
The start-up screen finally loaded, but Max wasn't on it like he usually was. All of the options were blank, even though the arrows were still there.
"Ah, see? You still broke it," the older brother said, almost cheerfully. The youngest glared at him.
"If you weren't trying to put in your stupid code, we wouldn't have this problem!"
"Stupid!? I resemble that remark!"
"How does that even make SENSE?"
"YOUR MOM DOESN'T MAKE SENSE."
The screen started acting up again, but naturally, I was the only one who noticed. Random numbers and symbols raced across the screen, glowing green and yellow. The screen glowed brighter and brighter until it was just white, and it lit up the room.
"--THE TELEVISION IS TURNING HOLY ON US!" the older brother suddenly shrieked, pointing.
That was the last thing any of us could remember before everything disappeared.
Ohoho. What will happen now, you ask? ...well, I can't tell you. THAT'S WHAT THE CHAPTERS ARE FOR, YOU SILLY GOOSE.