"All clear!"
At the sound of the two words, everyone knows they can take a break from their daytime roles to do other stuff. To my pointy ears, they almost sound like music, as they mean that I get to focus on something other than the game I was programmed into. So, after those words have been called out, I walk out into Game Central Station. As I observe the other game characters passing by, I begin to think about my life again. I know technically, this game would be "my game", but I've never actually been the "hero", or a "star" in the case of the game I was programmed into. No, I wasn't a villain either, to clarify. In all the eighteen years of my life, I've been a background character, an unappreciated addition to the audience who cheered for the "stars" of the game.
Anyone in the audience could become a star for the day, provided he/she had musical and/or dancing abilities. Unfortunately though, the competition among people to become "stars" has always ridiculously tough and crowd fickle. The anthropomorphic animals of "my" game have been superficial, caring mostly about appearance, musical and/or dancing abilities, and other factors on status. Although a love for music and dancing is in my code, I've stood out in ways that would've prevented me from becoming a "star".
Just from my looks and fashion sense, there has always been someone who found me strange. I've worn glasses for most of my life and dark clothes with an unusual belt made of five broken ceramic pendants strung together by a ribbon. A little over a year ago, I have put on a pair of black translucent fairy wings, which have given me the ability to fly. Then, in this year, I decide I want to look mysterious, so I take a "power-up" that allows me to cover up almost all of my body with a black, skintight suit. As a tall female possum wearing all these, I've been called "four-eyes", "emo", and "freak". As mean as those names were, I wasn't about to let them stop me from expressing my individuality in my looks.
Also, I've never believed I had the personality to get out there and perform. Like I said, it's a cruel world in this game. Most of the others are bold and extroverted, but I'm the exact opposite. Heck, I'm so shy and quiet that in this year, I've tweaked my code to become mute. Hence, I've started carrying a notebook and a pencil with me everywhere I go. As I suspected, there were people who were rude or ignorant about my indefinite vow of silence, but I try to ignore them. From witnessing such meanness and with my hope for a better life, I've promised myself that I shall be kind and never bully anyone, especially for reasons involving appearance.
As these thoughts float around in my mind, I briefly leave to get food and water. As a bit of an outcast in "my" game, I lack a house, thus I sleep in Game Central Station, getting ready for another day of being ignored and, occasionally, insulted and watching someone perform. Little did I know what my curiosity and desire for something better would take me in the months to come...