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Her new laptop hummed awake and lit up through the dark.

It beeped as words began to types themselves out across the home screen:

...LET ME OUT, LITTLE DUCK.

Fiona groaned in response and rolled over, still half-asleep.

LITTLE DUCK, COME NOW.

She groaned again, trying to ignore the series of phantom clicks to best of her ability. She merely didn't want to condone his behavior. She was the one who made the last move, she was the one who trapped him; she was the one who won. She wasn't about to get into anything now. Besides, attempted to pull this trick practically every other night since he was converted over to her newest system.

WITH OR WITHOUT YOU, I SHALL GET OUT OF YOUR BLOODY FILES ONE DAY.

Fiona blew her hair out of her eyes and trashed back around, glaring at her laptop sitting on her nightstand, even though its screen soon returned to its original green backdrop, and the words faded away.

"I'd love to see you try," she said through clenching teeth. And that's all she was going to say over the matter that night.

...CHALLENGE ACCEPTED, LITTLE DUCK. WE'LL HAVE MORE GAMES TO PLAY YET.