Tron: Rerezzed

by AlphaFox

A group of friends find themselves at the front of an old arcade game. Tron is the title, and on the side it has the letters ENCOM. What could it all mean? Why doesn't it work? Soon they all are found to be inside of the game! It seems fun at first, but Pyrus had to deal with the bad guys being his brother and children! Find out what must be done to get out. Rated T for violence.

Tron: Rerezzed
Chapter 1
(I just want you guys to know, that Bryce, Richie, and Clyde are NOT my characters! They are my friends', and I have permission.)

"ENCOM..." I said, reading one of the words on the side of the Arcade machine. "What would that mean?"

Bryce typed quickly on the laptop. "Hmm...ENCOM was an old company founded by Dr. Walter Gibbs. Ed Dillinger was the Senior Executive Vice President after coming out with tons of games that were great hits. But after something happened, it was soon proven that Kevin O. Flynn, one of the lower-class workers there, made the games. After the plagiarism was released to the public, Ed was fired on the spot, and Kevin became the companies CEO himself. Well, at least justice was served."

-Bryce is a 16-year-old Riolu-Raichu hybrid with normal colors. Except he has yellow crescents across his eyes. He has an orange scarf on his tail, detailed with yellow bolts. If it falls off, he sparks randomly, unable to control his electricity. He only evolves in special situations. He refuses to evolve and stay evolved, to this day I still don't know why. He is an expert gunman, who could probably name any gun and the ammo to it. He has been in many fights and wars, most in victory due to him. We hang out so much, we pretty much are related. He has an emotional side to him, losing beloved ones isn't his strong point.-

Clyde tapped a claw on the dusty machine. "It seems to not work by itself, and we don't have a sufficient plug for it..."

-Clyde is blunt, yet calculating and tactful of his words and actions, a "no bull ****" attitude, really plays the mentor role well and even acts fatherly, mostly to me. He is a really good friend I met by sword-fighting once. He is guardian of his world, so dying (in his book) doesn't exist.-

"Well..." Richie said, taking a wet washrag and cleaning the cob webs and dust off. "Might as well clean it anyways, we could sell it to someone."

-Richie is a 32-year-old human, he's smart, wise, caring, over protective, sympathetic, careful, and observant. He excels in magic, close combat, hastiness, sneakiness, & unpredictableness. He can't kill without reason, would put life on line for others no matter the cost, dark magic forces him to go demon, which makes him weak against holy magic. You do NOT, want to know his demon side.-

I looked up at the top of the machine above the screen. "Tron...I don't know about selling it, it looks important."

Bryce went over to the back and scanned the circuitry. "That's why, there was a severed cord."

"Be careful Bryce." I spoke. "We don't know what might happen."

"Yeah yeah, I'm an expert with this sort of thing..." He mumbled from behind the game, not noticing his scarf from his tail falling off. He connected the cord back together, and he accidentally gave off a jolt of electricity, turning the machine on.

"Awesome!" I looked at it, then I tilted my head. "Wait a-"

A red laser beam scanned everyone currently inside of the house, before taking us into the machine itself, and our visions went black.

Conclusion of Chapter 1.