A/N: Well, this is my first fanfic ever, and I'm really unexperienced with how stories are posted, so something might be a bit off. Don't hesitate to criticise my writing, though, because it does improve my writing. Anyways, hope you like it!
CRACK-A-BOOM!
The flash of lightning illuminated the sky for a split-second, lighting up the pavement in front of me, followed by a deafening noise of thunder.
"Man, this week just keeps on getting better." I thought to myself. I mean, who enjoys a week almost entirely spent in your house with nothing to do but finish work, and when you finally decide to go out to hang out in the arcade not so far from where you live, it just happens to rain at the same moment you start going out. Real hard.
A few horrible minutes later, I finally arrived at the arcade. There was nothing special or new about the arcade, and all the games appeared to be functioning normally. I don't know why, but ever since I had heard of the Turbo-Time incident, I had started to think that there was something more than just circuit boards and all that stuff inside the game.
Anyways, to start off, I have black hair (which is normally slightly messy), and you can normally see me wearing glasses, a white or blue shirt and jeans. Most people call me John. I've always been obsessed with video games, and ever since I was the age of 8, I started going to Mr. Litwaks' arcade 3 times a week or so, and I loved it. I normally stay in the arcade whenever I'm free, and no matter what, I've always came back to Fix-it-Felix Jr. and DDR. Sugar Rush isn't exactly my favorite, even if that's the game I'm best at. I say so, because to me, it's pretty uninteresting (Mario-Kart is way better-more powerups, more tracks, etc.). And Heroes' Duty? Puh-leese. I've always hated shooting games.
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not paranoid and I don't suffer from any kind of mental illness, but still. There had to be something that happened after the arcade was closed. One time, I was helping Mr. Litwak close his arcade (we get along pretty well, and my father was a very close friend of his, so you could say that I was his part-time helper), and as I was about to lock the doors, I looked back one last time, and something seemed a bit off.
I went back inside to inspect the games more, and sure enough, something didn't seem right. For example, Sugar Rush normally had demo races when nobody was playing it, but this time, it seemed a lot more different and I'm pretty sure that they didn't shout insults at each other. King Candy had also not been featured in the demo, as I think that it was an update in the game updates. However, I was really sleepy at that time, so I didn't really pay it much attention, and without another glance, shut the doors and locked them tight.
To think of it, I think something was happening, and I probably should've taken that chance to check the game more thoroughly. As I was going into the arcade, I found my chance. Mr. Litwak motioned for me to come to him, and then said, "Hey, John. Do you mind if you help me take care of this arcade for a couple of days?"
"Sure!" I smiled, hardly believing how fortunate and timely that was. Afterwards, I continued, "What are you going away for?" Mr. Litwaks' smile faded, and I knew something had happened.
"Well… you remember Timmy, right?" Once I heard his name, I immediately stopped smiling. Timmy was Mr. Litwaks' son, and he had been having a few problems lately. Vomiting, fever, headache... The list went on and on.
"What happened?" I replied, suddenly looking serious.
"Well, we got a report from the hospital yesterday."
"What'd it say?"
"Well, it seemed like he had this kind of disease which wasn't lethal, but it would cause him a lot of pain, so he'd have to stay in the hospital for a small while." Hearing that, a wave of relief suddenly hit me. Mr. Litwak continued. "I just want to see how he's doing, but I don't want to leave the arcade closed." By now, he was staring at the floor, emotionless.
"Well, my two-week holiday just started, so I guess that you could leave for 10 days or so." I said, trying to cheer him up.
"Really? Thank you! How can I repay you?" He was now once his cheerful self again.
"Relax, Mr. Litwak. There's no need to repay me. Just think of it like… Work experience."
At nighttime, Mr. Litwak told us that it was closed. As I was about to leave the arcade, he stopped me and gave me the keys, and a bit of paper which had 'everything I needed to know' on it. It said the opening time, closing time, and what a person should do in a certain situation. I thought that it was fair enough, so with a nod of thanks and a wave, I headed back home.
A/N: No, this is NOT going to be a story where 'I' go to the game world (more like te opposite) unless you want it to be... Anyways, you probably heard this a million times before, but please review if you can. I really wanna know whether I should continue writing this, revise it again, or dodge flying tomatoes.
Note: Does anyone have a good idea for a title? I want you guys to also review on what you think should happen next. Until next time!
