Hello readers. This is my first Homestuck story, and I would really appreciate feedback on whether or not I am doing a good job capturing the nature of the Homestuck universe.
Also, sometime in this chapter one of the characters reads a game magazine about SBURB that talk about the magazine editor playing it. I would just like to make it clear that the demo the editor is described as playing is NOT the real SBURB game, and more like a mini-demo that uses a virtual space instead of the real world.
A young boy lies asleep in his bed. An alarm clock on his desk reads 6:30 a.m. Today, the 13th of April, is, well, it isn't actually a special day for this young fifteen year old, at least, not yet. What could this young man's name possibly be? A box appears, seemingly from nowhere, in the middle of the room to display this boy's name. Oh, looks like his name is BUTTWIPE DORKFA-
SMASH
In one quick movement the boy snatched a drumstick from his desk and flung it into the box, punching a hole through it. In an instant the box disappeared, letting the stick fall to the floor. The boy then pointed at a gold plaque mounted to his wall before pulling the pillow over his head and going back to sleep. Ok, looks like his name is MATTHEW FRAY, glad we could get that issue cleared up.
Matt: Wake up
With an annoyed groan, Matt threw his pillow onto the floor and sat up, brushing his blanket off of himself. A quick glance around his room would reveal a number of his interests. He was an aspiring NOVELIST, and a typewriter sat on his desk, waiting to crank out some stories that would certainly transcend epic in all possible ways.
He was also a pretty intense GAMER, and video game posters covered the walls of his room, while multiple game magazines littered the floor. Another interest of his was CARTOONS they showed when he was a kid. Honestly, shows nowadays just couldn't cut next to the shows he watched when he was a kid.
He also had an interest in MYSTERY STORIES and the PARANORMAL and SUPERNATURAL, a Problem Sleuth and Midnight Crew poster occupying a wall of his room, and a copy of the Grimoire for Summoning the Zoologically Dubious resting on his bookshelf. Matt always had trouble deciding between the Midnight Crew and Problem Sleuth, but usually decided on Problem Sleuth. He was always a sucker for the good guys.
Perhaps his most prominent hobby was his DRUMMING. He picked it up when he was ten, and ever since he'd been unable to put the drumsticks down, his experience ranging from drumset to high school drumline. A drumset sat nestled in the corner of his room, music set up in front of it, aching to be played. Matt picked up the drumsticks from the floor and desk and captchalogued them in his Array Fetch Modus. While some criticized the Array Modus for its simplicity, Matt was rather fond of it.
Matt: Screech like a baboon and take a shit on your drumset
What? Why the hell would he do that? Such an action would be blasphemous to drummers everywhere, and either way, he was getting tired of staring at all the stuff in his room. It's not like he was being introduced as a character in a story or anything. If he was going to be awake, he'd do what he normally did in the morning.
He started to head towards the bathroom across the hall from his room when his phone vibrated on his desk. He checked the device and raised an eyebrow, wondering why someone would be trying to get in touch with him on Pesterchum so early in the morning.
Matt: Answer chum
Well, it would be polite to tell his friend that he was busy, and that they'd have to get in touch with him later. Making his decision, Matt opened the Pesterchum app on his phone.
minervasHandmaid [MH] began pestering recklessRhythmic [RR] at 6:37
MH: Matt, are you up?
RR: Am now
RR: And might I say, I'm so glad you decided to bug me so early in the morning
MH: ah, well, it's no trouble whatsoever
RR: -_-
RR: I was being sarcastic
MH: as was I
MH: anyway, I just wanted to ask you about the game
MH: you know?
MH: the long awaited game of the year?
RR: Yes, I am quite knowledgeable about the game to which you are referring
RR: Unfortunately, it has yet to come in the mail, possibly due to the current ungodly hour of the morning
RR: Did you honestly expect it to have arrived yet? If so I will have to reevaluate all my previous thoughts about you
MH: Matt, I'm almost offended
MH: of course I didn't expect the game to have arrived yet
MH: I was just wondering when you wanted to start playing
MH: someone has to coordinate with the rest of our friends, you know
RR: I…hadn't actually thought about that
RR: Hold on, I'm gonna grab a quick shower
RR: We can discuss the matter when I get back
MH: alright
MH: I'll just have to keep myself occupied with mental pictures of you washing your nude form
MH: I'm already starting to swoon
RR: For God's sakes
RR: Just once I'd like a conversation with you to not include awkward sexual tension
RR: Is that too much to ask for?
MH: c'mon Matt, you can't blame a girl for knowing what she wants
MH: ;)
RR: Uh…
RR: I think I should go
RR: And take my shower
RR: Before things get even more awkward
RR: I'll be back in a bit
MH: oh don't worry, Matt
MH: it's just funny to watch you get all uncomfortable
MH: talk to you when you get back
recklessRhythmic [RR] ceased pestering minervasHandmaid [MH] at 6:40
Matt set his phone back down on his desk and ran a hand through his messy brown hair, trying tremendously hard to kill the blush in his cheeks. Girls were so stupidly confusing sometimes. Shrugging the thought off, he stood and left his room. The house was quiet; his Sis had apparently not woken up yet. Good, he'd prefer keeping contact with her to a minimum for a while. She had a habit of being grumpy in the morning. He stopped next to a window and looked out towards the horizon. The sight of the sun rising into the sky both helped him shake off the last feelings of tiredness, as well as gave him a strange sense of inspiration.
"The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you, as perfect, as unspoiled, as if you had never wasted or misapplied a single moment in all your life. You can turn over a new leaf every hour if you choose."
Matt believed Ralph Waldo Emerson said that; yes, he was fairly certain it was him. Turning on his heel, Matt walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He had a feeling that it would be a long day, and that many great things were going to happen.
…
A young woman sat on a chair in her room. She wore a simple tee-shirt with an image of an owl, and a knee-length skirt; black hair ran down to her elbow. The same naming box from before appeared to display this girl's name, but she quickly gestured to a plaque resting on her desk. Guess her name is LESLIE ANDERS. Well, there's no fun in that, but oh well.
Leslie turned her swivel chair away from her desk, observing the rest of her room. Her interests included a fascination with ROMAN CULTURE, and she was even able to speak Latin fluently. She also enjoyed INDIVIDUALISM, stressing the importance of being your own person in most of her daily aspects.
She was also an ARTIST, and several paintings and drawings decorated the walls of her room. Her room was currently a mess, art supplies discarded carelessly on the floor. She made a mental note to clean up later, after she got in touch with her friends, that is. Speaking of her friends, she couldn't help but giggle a little bit as she reread Matt's response before going offline. It was surprisingly easy to get into his head and for some reason she enjoyed messing with him. She could be a little sadistic sometimes.
Leslie: Bark like a dog and vomit on your art set
Ok, seriously? That's it; we're done with the running gags. I mean it, they're over. Either way, Leslie's too busy to be bothered with random disgusting suggestions. Just because Matt left to take care of his own business didn't mean she didn't have other things to do. While he was gone she figured she'd get in touch with some of their other friends. Conveniently, one of them just went online right now.
minervasHandmaid [MH] began pestering shutterbugSlick [SS] at 8:42
MH: hello
SS: jeez, that was quick
SS: didn't think anyone would start bugging me so soon
MH: nice to talk to you, too
SS: oh hi
SS: so whats up
MH: I was wondering if you got your copy of the beta yet
MH: I already talked to Matt, and he hasn't gotten his
SS: why were you talking to him now
SS: you know what time it is at his house with the time difference right
MH: of course I do
MH: but I knew he'd get all angry if I talked to him so early, and I thought it'd be funny
SS: come on
SS: you know i dont appreciate people messin with my best bro like that
MH: don't worry, I made sure not to ruffle your 'bros' feathers too much
MH: I'm not that horrible of a person
SS: oh ok
SS: so no awkward sexual tension
MH: …
SS: leslie
SS: what did you say
MH: I may have made a comment about admiring his nude self while he took a shower
MH: there's just a possibility something like that was said
SS: ugh
SS: whats the matter with you
MH: oh relax
MH: I know how defensive you are about Matt
MH: just 'chill', as you bro types are known to do
SS: ok ok
SS: im calm
SS: but you gotta realize
SS: i know youre just dying to get the nasty on with my bud
SS: but the sexual stuff makes him uncomfortable as fuck
MH: …does it really?
SS: wait
SS: forget i said that
SS: what did you want again
MH: I was wondering if you had your copy of the beta yet
SS: yeah
SS: shit came in the mail yesterday
SS: how bout you
MH: I just got it from my mailbox before talking to Matt
MH: I have decided to organize everyone so we all know when we're going to start playing
SS: k well ive got my copy
SS: consider me on board with everything
SS: like this whole game is a ship
SS: and im waiting for everyone else to join me on this great adventure of a game
SS: thats how on board i am
MH: good, I'm glad to hear the ship is well boarded
MH: I suppose that leaves the three others to talk too
SS: well technically you only NEED to talk to 2
MH: true, but one of those two I'd rather not deal with
SS: you both still fighting or some shit
MH: you could say that
SS: you want me to talk to her
MH: is that a question or a statement?
SS: guess
MH: then I'll assume you'll be talking to her
MH: …thanks
SS: dont mention it
SS: ill get in touch with ya later when ive got details
MH: in that case, I'll bid you farewell for now
MH: vale
minervasHandmaid [MH] ceased pestering shutterbugSlick [SS] at 8:45
Leslie closed Pesterchum and turned away from her desktop again. None of her other friends were online at the moment, so she'd have to do something to occupy time until one of them got around to checking their computers.
Leslie: Bark like a dog and vomit on your art set
No. Hell no. Hell. Fucking. No. Didn't I say we were done with the gags? Ok, we're done now. No more gags from here on out. I mean it! Either way, Leslie decided that while she waited she could go grab her copy of the beta from downstairs. She stood from her chair and started from the door, stopping when her hand rested on the knob. Going downstairs would probably mean one thing for certain.
An encounter with father.
Leslie: Be Matt
Matt was now standing in the center of the room. He'd just finished getting dressed after his shower, and was wearing a pair of semi-skinny blue jeans and a tee-shirt with a picture of a pair of drumsticks on it. A check of his phone showed that Leslie had logged off, but SS was online. He figured he could go for a chat with his best friend, so he opened Pesterchum.
recklessRhythmic [RR] began pestering shutterbugSlick[SS] at 6:50
RR: Hey man, what's up?
SS: not much bro
SS: how go things with you
RR: Not bad
RR: Waiting for the mail
SS: oh yeah i figured as much
SS: leslie told me your beta hadnt come yet
RR: Figures
RR: I just thought I'd say hey before I went downstairs to make breakfast or something before Sis wakes up
SS: alright thats cool
SS: say hey to your fine sister for me
SS: wink wink nudge nudge
RR: Dude, I'm sure my sister finds your little crush on her flattering
RR: But frankly it's just fucking disgusting
RR: And more than a little creepy
SS: shut up
SS: just go make yourself some toast or some shit
RR: Well, since I have your royal highness's permission, I guess I will
RR: Talk to ya later
SS: peace bro
shutterbugSlick [SS] ceased pestering recklessRhythmic [RR] at 6:55
Matt captchalogued his phone and walked out of his room. He was halfway down the hall when he heard a noise downstairs. In a second his drumsticks were in his hands, his Strife Specibus having already been set to drumstickkind. Drumsticks seemed like rather unconventional weapons, but Matt was handy enough with them to put some serious hurt on any intruder. But he figured it wasn't an intruder waiting for him downstairs.
It was Sis.
He continued walking down the hallway, passing a framed picture of James Bond on the wall. Sis had a weird thing for spies, especially the British kind. Matt found spies cool too, but his sister's interest was more of an obsession. He found the various pictures and small figurines of the secret agents very annoying. Heading down the stairs and into the kitchen, Matt finally saw Sis. She was making herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast, and Matt tried to walk by her without getting her attention. He failed and bumped into her. Fuck, now there was only one way to settle this.
STRIFE!
Matt readied his drumsticks, and Sis raised both halves of her sandwich. The two moved in opposite circles in the kitchen, waiting for the other to make the first move.
Matt: Aggrieve
Matt lashed out with a drumstick, then the other. A quick series of blows rained around Sis, but a sky blue aura seemed to protect her from every strike. When Matt finished attacking, he noticed her holding the slices of bread defensively in front of herself. 'Damn', Matt thought to himself, 'her dreaded auto-PB&J.'
Matt: (Passive) Aggress
Matt decided he'd change tactics a little bit. He pretended to ignore Sis completely, and instead strolled over to the counter. He then proceeded to drum on the counter, slowly increasing his speed. After a second he made eye contact with Sis, and her complete annoyance was evident. She hated when he drummed, she thought it was too loud and annoying, so drumming made for a great strategy during strifes.
Sis: Aggrieve
Getting fed up, Sis lashed out with a slice of bread. The blow was too quick for Matt to dodge, and he wound up with a face full of grape jelly. Satisfied, Sis turned away from Matt and started to make a new sandwich. With a growl, Matt absconded from the room. Breakfast would have to wait.
He made his way into the downstairs bathroom and wiped his face clean. Once he was done he walked back into the kitchen. He got some bread and the toaster out and started to make toast, then sat down in the TV room while waiting for it to cook. Soon Sis joined him
"What time does the mail come?" Matt asked, breaking the silence.
"I don't know." Sis replied simply.
"Gee, thanks."
The two fell into silence until Matt's toast popped out of the toaster. Standing up, he left the TV room and went back to the kitchen. He put the toast on a plate and added some butter, then headed back to his room. He swore some of those creepy spy figures were watching him as he made his way up the stairs. Once he got back to his room he closed the door behind him and set his plate down on his desk. He reached over to his backpack and pulled his laptop out, setting that down on the desk too. Opening the laptop, Matt checked Pesterchum again. No one was online. Matt sighed and closed his computer again.
Matt: Check window
Matt stood and went to his window, looking outside. He didn't see anyone; people normally stayed in their houses. Something did catch his eye, though. The little flag thingy on his mailbox was up. The mail was here! The beta was here! Smiling with glee, Matt raced out of his room and down the stairs. He threw the door open and quickly ran to the mailbox. He grabbed the mail and quickly started rifling through the envelopes. Bill, bill, copy of Secret Agents Monthly, bill, there it was! Matt held the two green envelopes bearing the SBURB logo, undoubtedly the beta. He made his way back inside, trying not to bounce up and down with excitement. He tossed the rest of the mail on a chair in the entryway and went back to his room.
Matt opened his computer again. Leslie still wasn't online, but he could leave her a message so she could get back to him later.
recklessRhythmic [RR] began pestering minervasHandmaid [MH] at 7:33
RR: It came!
RR: I've got my copy of the beta!
RR: Ok, that is all
RR: Talk to you later I guess
recklessRhythmic [RR] ceased pestering minervasHandmaid [MH] at 7:34
Matt closed Pesterchum again. Now he'd just have to find something to occupy his time. The best course of action would be, of course, to install the beta, so he did that. Taking one of the disks from its envelope, Matt inserted it into his laptop. Now he had to wait for someone to come online, AND wait for the beta to finish installing. Great.
Matt: Play sick riff on your drums
Of course, drumming was always a great way to pass time! Matt sat down in front of his drums and equipped his drumsticks. Raising them above his head, Matt closed his eyes and let the music come to him in his head. He was ready to do this. He was ready to make this happen.
Matt: Be Leslie
Leslie readied herself to retrieve the beta from downstairs. She captchalogued her phone and a few art supplies into her Stack Modus, then opened the door of her room. The sound of the TV could be heard, which meant that her father was in the living room. Good, she'd left the beta on the kitchen table, so she shouldn't have much trouble retrieving it.
She moved quickly, youth rolling past the living room and into the kitchen. She captchalogued the beta, then turned to leave. Unfortunately, Father was waiting for her when she turned around. The two stared each other down before Father walked to the fridge, retrieved a can of soda, and returned to the living room. Leslie breathed the slightest sigh of relief. She and Father loved each other, but they rarely understood each other's interests. For example, Leslie couldn't comprehend Father's intense love for boxing.
Leslie figured the two could find something they had in common, and started to think about what they could bond over as she made her way to the stairs.
Leslie: Open Pesterchum on your phone
Leslie didn't have a smart-phone, dumbass. She had an old flip phone, so she was restricted to using Pesterchum on her computer. She'd made her way to the top of the stairs when she heard the door open and shut. She peered out the hall window and saw Father's car pull out of the driveway. He was probably running some important fatherly errand, as fathers are known to do.
Shrugging her shoulders, Leslie returned to her room. She retrieved the beta from her sylladex and set it on her desk, then turned on her computer so she could install it. She considered checking Pesterchum, but figured it could wait until later. Pushing the server copy of the disk into her computer, Leslie watched as the data was loaded and installed. While all of this was going on, she finally decided to check Pesterchum. It was then that she saw Matt's message.
recklessRhythmic [RR] began pestering minervasHandmaid [MH] at 7:33
RR: It came!
RR: I've got my copy of the beta!
RR: Ok, that is all
RR: Talk to you later I guess
recklessRhythmic [RR] ceased pestering minervasHandmaid [MH] at 7:34
minervasHandmaid [MH] began pestering recklessRhythmic [RR] at 7:45
MH: that's great
MH: I'm installing my copy right now
MH: Matt? are you there?
Leslie: Be Matt
What does that even mean? Matt had certainly never stopped being Matt. If he had, he wouldn't have been able to play that sick beat on his drums. Sure, Sis had yelled at him from downstairs to keep quiet, but that riff he just played was so sick it almost started an epidemic of some sort. That was how sick it was.
Once he stopped, he felt his phone vibrating. He retrieved it from his sylladex and checked Pesterchum. Leslie had finally responded to him.
RR: Yeah I'm here
RR: My copy is installing right now
MH: oh, ok
MH: should we wait for everyone else before we all start playing?
RR: Actually, I don't think that'll be necessary
RR: I read something in one of my game magazines about SBURB having some sort of join-as-you-go feature
RR: Give me a second
Matt: Consult gaming magazines
Matt stood and picked up one of the game magazines that were scattered across the floor. GameBro? No, definitely the wrong magazine. Matt honestly didn't even know why he still had a subscription to GameBro, it was absolutely horrid. Here we go; the latest issue of GameInformer. This was much more reliable video game news.
Matt: Read article
SBURB is a new sandbox-style game, similar in nature to THE SIMS. However, the developers of SBURB have promised that the official release of the beta will add more features than any game before it. We haven't even been able to play the beta, only playing a very short demo.
One of the most interesting features we discovered while playing was a join-anytime feature. This allowed multiple players to join a pre-existing game as the game went on. This was a great way to add more friends to a session, and has served as a great view of SBURB's multiplayer possibilities.
It's too soon to give SBURB an official rating, but everyone at GameInformer has high hopes for this game, even though we've only seen, as the developers say, "a fraction of the gameplay possibilities that will be available to the players."
RR: Yeah, it says right here that players can join a game while the game is going on
RR: So we can start whenever and people can join in when they're ready
MH: oh
MH: that's a nice feature
MH: alright then, it looks like you installed the client disk, so I'll connect to you as the server
RR: Ok, let's get this thing going then
MH: Matt?
RR: Yeah?
MH: you were drumming earlier, weren't you?
MH: you were drumming while I was trying to get in touch with you
RR: Is there some sort of point hidden in that very obvious statement?
MH: let's just start playing
Leslie and Matt: Start playing
The game had now started. Leslie's computer displayed a view of Matt's room, while Matt's laptop only showed that the server had connected to him. Leslie started fiddling with the controls, accidentally managing to pick up Matt's bookshelf.
RR: The fuck?
RR: My bookshelf is floating in the air
MH: oh, yes
MH: I selected the bookshelf and picked it up
RR: How? This is just a game
MH: it looks like the developers took "virtual reality" to a new level somehow
MH: I guess you could just call it…reality
RR: Ok, this doesn't exactly make a lot of sense to me
RR: But I'm gonna go with it anyway
RR: When do I get to start moving shit around in your room?
MH: I don't think you can
RR: What?
RR: Why?
MH: since you're the client player and I'm the server player, I guess I'm in charge of manipulating your environment
RR: So basically I can't do shit
MH: that's how it looks
RR: That's hardly fair! I'm calling fucking shenanigans
MH: relax
MH: when you connect to someone as their server player, you'll be able to do whatever you want to their room
RR: Well
RR: I guess that's ok then
RR: So what do we do now?
MH: I'm still working out the controls, sit tight
After a second the bookshelf tilted to its side. Books flopped out and onto the ground. Then the bookcase flew out the window, shattering the glass and landing in the front yard.
RR: Can you see my face?
MH: …yes
RR: I am not amused
RR: I had to put that bookshelf together myself
MH: hold on, I'll get it back
Leslie moved the cursor outside and tried to click the bookshelf. The attempt proved futile, as the bookshelf refused to be picked up
MH: on second thought, I can't pick up the bookshelf
RR: Why not?
MH: because it is 'out of range of the client player'
MH: it seems I can only interact with objects in your immediate vicinity
RR: Alright
RR: Before you start trashing more stuff in my room, let me grab a few things
Matt quickly captchalogued several of his game magazines for future reference. Unfortunately, this also took up all seven of his captchalogue cards.
Matt: Combine game magazines
Good idea! Matt combined all the magazines into one card, creating a stack of game magazines. Next, he captchalogued his copy of the Grimoire. That book was rare, and he wouldn't risk losing it. Oh, if only he could captchalogue his drumset, but it was a little too big.
"MATT!"
Matt jumped as Sis yelled his name from downstairs. "Yeah Sis?" he asked.
"What's with all the noise?"
"Nothing, it's nothing."
"Whatever, I'm going out to see my boyfriend for a while. Try not to destroy the house while I'm gone." Then he heard the door slam closed. Matt hoped that Sis wouldn't notice the bookshelf in the front yard, but she probably wouldn't even care either way.
Next, Matt captchalogued a few of his favorite posters; a Dead Space poster, a poster of Starkiller from Star Wars: the Force Unleashed and a Samurai Jack poster. With that done, Matt combined all the posters into one card, creating a stack of posters.
Matt: Get back to the game
RR: Ok, feel free to mess with my room some more
MH: actually, I found some things in this "phernalia registry" that I believe may be important to gameplay
RR: Alright
RR: Do you, like, set 'em up or something?
MH: it appears so
MH: but first I suggest moving somewhere with lots of space
MH: do you have a balcony of some sort?
RR: Yeah, hold on
RR: I'll head out there right now
MH: ok
Leslie leaned back slightly in her chair and watched Matt make his way to his balcony. Once he was there she selected the balcony and extended it outwards.
RR: Holy shit!
RR: What the hell did you just do?
MH: I extended your balcony
MH: some of these devices look rather big, so I figured you'd need the space
RR: Ok, well then get deploying I guess
MH: well, since I have your permission…
Leslie then deployed the Totem Lathe, Alchemiter, a pre-punched card, and Cruxtruder. It was then that she noticed that while extending the balcony costs units of Build Grist, deploying those four items was free. She decided to tell Matt about this, but it turned out she missed a minor detail when deploying the Cruxtruder.
RR: You put this thing in front of the door?
MH: …there's a door there?
RR: Yes there's a door here
RR: And now I'm locked out of my house
MH: hold on a second
MH: I can fix this
Leslie then built a ladder from the balcony to the ground.
MH: by the way, I've discovered a sort of currency system in the game
MH: turns out building most things costs units of something called "Build Grist"
MH: but all the stuff I made on the balcony was free
RR: Cool
RR: Hold on, I'm gonna check some of this stuff out before going back downstairs
Matt captchalogued the pre-punched card, which bore a picture of an apple, then turned his attention to the Cruxtruder. He tried giving the wheel on the side a turn, but it seemed to be stuck. Something also seemed to be trying to burst out from the top when he turned the wheel. Deciding to check it later, he turned towards the Totem Lathe. A slot on the side seemed to fit captchalogue cards, so he took the pre-punched card from his Sylladex and placed it in the slot.
Absolutely nothing happened.
Similar inspection of the Alchemiter revealed more nothing. What kind of game gives you a bunch of things that do absolutely nothing?
RR: All these things are useless
MH: hmm
MH: I just think we aren't sure how to use them
MH: maybe further inspection of the devices will reveal some useful information?
RR: Well
RR: It seemed like there was something inside the big square thing with the tube on top
MH: the Cruxtruder
RR: Whatever
RR: But the wheel is jammed
MH: maybe if you brace something against the wheel you can unjam it
RR: Good idea
RR: Sis has some life sized spy action figure in her room
RR: I can probably use one of its limbs
MH: ignoring the disturbing fact that your sister owns a life sized spy action figure
MH: that idea does seem like it will work
So Matt made his way down the ladder into his backyard and went into his house through the side door. He quickly headed to Sis's room and found the large doll.
RR: Ok
RR: Can you carry this thing?
RR: It's too big for me to captchalogue
MH: sure
The doll lifted into the air and Matt started back outside, the doll floating behind him. After heading out the side door again, Matt noticed Sis's car pull up into the driveway. Sis got out of the car and her eyes immediately locked onto Matt and the floating doll. Matt stood stock still for a second then turned tail and ran towards the ladder. Sis rolled her eyes and made her way into the house. Whatever her weirdo brother was doing, she wanted no part of it.
RR: Fuck that was close
RR: But now we can get the Crux-thingy open
MH: Cruxtruder
MH: it's not a complicated vernacular
RR: Moving on
RR: Just bring the doll over her and drop it
The doll started to move towards Matt, but once it was over the Cruxtruder it stopped and dropped out of the air. It hit the top of the Cruxtruder with a thud and the Cruxtruder started to light up. After a few seconds the top of the Cruxtruder flew off and an odd looking blue ball flew out. Matt swore and dove out of the way of the lid
RR: What
RR: The
RR: Hell
RR: Just happened?
MH: I think we accidentally did what we were supposed to do
RR: You mean create this little floating ball thing?
MH: yes
MH: hold on, I'm going to try and find a walkthrough of this game to see if we can't get a little help
RR: Wait, this thing's like
RR: Trying to talk to me
RR: But I can't understand a word it's saying
Ignoring the ball for now, Matt gave the wheel on the Cruxtruder a spin again. This time, a blue cylinder popped out. Matt captchalogued the cylinder, then noticed a countdown on the Cruxtruder. It read four minutes and thirteen seconds, and was getting lower by the second. Apprehension suddenly filled Matt's stomach, and he swatted at the blue ball that kept getting close to him. Finally, he just picked up the spy doll and swung it at the thing.
There was a flash of blue and the blue ball seemed to transform. Now it had the face of the spy doll, and two arms as well. Matt stared with apparent confusion, but the little blue spy ball remained emotionless, and now looked pretty fucking creepy. Down in his backyard, his dog, a little white schnauzer, barked at something up in the sky.
Matt: Captchalogue telescope on balcony
Oh yeah, Matt had almost forgotten that there was a telescope on his balcony. He quickly captchalogued it and used it to gaze up into the sky. He was met with a most unsettling sight. A meteor raced through the sky, seemingly heading straight for his house.
RR: Uh
RR: I think I discovered what the countdown on the Cruxtruder means
MH: oh, well
MH: I've managed to find a very nice, if somewhat… unsettling, walkthrough
RR: Would you forget the fucking walkthrough?
RR: There's a goddamn meteor heading straight for my house!
Alright, that does it for the first chapter. I hope if you've made it this far you found the story enjoyable.
As I said at the start of the chapter, I really appreciate being told what I've done right or wrong, so don't be afraid to leave a review