A/N: Sooooo I lost my phone. And so far, I haven't gotten a whisper of where it could be. So this is a tribute to my Virtual Families 2 family who are now lost forever. This first chapter is about my first (failed) attempt at playing VF 2. It's gonna be a shortie since the attempt didn't last long... RIP Ink :(
Ink stood in the void that was the choosing line. Well, he didn't really stand, just kinda... existed?
His little coded nerves jittered and he shivered with the adrenaline caused by fear. Several other "little people" looked at him disaprovingly as they, being veterans of rejection, had gone through this proecess many times. But Ink was new- a "fresh code" some might say.
Three little people were rejected as the new Player tapped try again, try again,try again. The player stared through the screen at Ink. The Player was young, perhaps 12 and curious. They gave a short laugh and almost immediately accepted Ink.
He couldn't believe his luck.
His fortune
His new life had started.
The Player mostly skimmed through the tutorial, except when it came to praising and scolding. The pulled out the green glove and praised Ink.
Praised Him
It was shocking. But soothing. It gave him energy,but also made him want to snuggle up and nap. It was amazing. It was everything the rejected children told him it would be. And yet, it was nothing- just a green glove telling him he did good.
Ink looked up at the Player, still feeling the giddying effects of praise, and gave them a small wave.
And they gave the tiniest wave back. They waved their hand at the screen toward a piece of coding, smiling at a person who didn't technically exist.
It was late, and the Player realised they really should stop playing for now. So they closed the app, not knowing that this was the last time they would see Ink, the last time they would properly interact with their little person. When the game was closed Ink went into the dream-like state that the Virtual People go into when you're not around, making choices without fully knowing and working without putting in input.
After about and hour or so, they couldn't resist opening up Virtual Families 2 again. Ink was out of his dream-state, excited to play.
But it crashed without loading in fully. He was forced back into his little dream world, back into unconsciousness. As he was sucked back into his dream-state he could feel the confusion the Player felt when they couldn't play.
The Player tried again.
He could feel their fustration, building up as it continued to crash.
And again.
He could feel their distress, as distress he shared, sweat matted his red-and-black hair and his gray eyes darted wildly. How could this be happening?
AND AGAIN
He was being pulled back and forth between the dream-state and consciousness barely able to process things. So he didn't blame the Player for deleting the game. He felt no anger towards them when he didn't reappear in the void, but instead was lost forever. He only felt sadness for what could have been.
So yea. The short life of Ink the virtual person. I believe the reason it kept crashing was because I had low storage on my old phone. But next chapter; New phone, New game, New family! IM SO SORRY INK