You took him in, fell for his sob story. Innocent little racer unplugged without warning. Such a fool you were.
You grew close. A mutual love of cars and friendly competition can do that to a lonely, hormonal tweenage princess. The other racers tended to avoid you out of fear. He on the other hand, didn't seem to be afraid of anything.
You've heard a few things around GCS. But he couldn't be the same person as him. They even had different names. He said so himself.
Your friend is not a liar.
He's not.
You questioned him a bit today, since he did say he was an NPC from that infamous game. He became angry and pushed you away.
No more questions. You don't want to lose him.
You caught him sneaking around in the castle today.
It's probably nothing.
He's grown distant. You're worried.
It was true it was all true he's the jumper he's here to take over your game. The knife is pressed against your throat almost to the point of drawing blood and he flashes that awful yellow grin. He's gotten into your code and there's every chance you won't respawn after this. Nobody remembers you and he has a poorly coded candy crown resting atop his large helmet, the little shit.
But you can't stay mad at him. You know that you should be furious but you just can't. It may be wishful thinking but you just can't shake the feeling that he needs some sort of help. He pokes your neck again with the blade, smirking.
"Any last words, your highness?" He asks darkly.
"..You have beautiful eyes."