Matt took off his cap, and ran his pale hand through his chestnut coloured hair, before placing his battered accessory back on his head. The day had been especially humid, and it certainly hadn't helped that he was cooped up in his smallish room the entire day. Then again, that wasn't too unusual for him, as he preferred the indoors opposed to the busy streets of his bustling city.
He laid back in his chair, pulling a lever to make the back support lean backwards, and simply sat there, waiting for the notification of his Pesterchum buddy, Tara, coming online. He watched the fan in his room rotate quickly, on the highest setting possible, trying to keep himself entertained for the next few minutes. His room was quite bare, as it had been for the past couple of months, due to renovations being made by his parents on his request. For his fifteenth birthday, rather than the usual million and one presents he got, he wanted to personally make up his room. Having the same paint, floors, and furniture gets tiring after fifteen years, and if John were to ever bring a girl over, he definitely wouldn't want her to see lime green paint with white firetrucks painted on them. There were still pieces of equipment here and there: his laptop, bed, and clothes drawer still remained, but other than that his room was the Sahara Desert, heat and all.
He straightened his back, before leaning in towards his laptop, noticing Tara was online, yet hadn't messaged him. He'd already waited long enough, so he clicked on her username and started the conversation.
DailySpelunker (DS) began Pestering BaptisingLilac (BL)
DS: yooooo T
DS: 'yooooo T?' that was fuckin' stupid, reading that back
DS: lemme try again
DailySpelunker (DS) ceased Pestering BaptisingLilac (BL)
DailySpelunker (DS) began Pestering BaptisingLilac (BL)
DS: how's it rollin' T?
DS: god damnit to hell
DS: *gosh damnit to heck
DS: sorry if I offended you're religion or whatevs
DS: but why can't I just say 'hello' like any other person
DS: are you even reading this? probs are and laughing your ass off
BL: Yes, it is kinda amusing, I'll admit
BL: And I believe that you can't say 'hello' normally due to the fact you're constantly trying to spice up your way of talking
BL: Just so you seem cool in my eyes
BL: It's why you always misspell and use improper grammar on purpose
BL: Which is sorta unnecessary, since I already think you're pretty cool
DS: damn T, way to chuck me a hard curveball compliment by psychoanalysing me
DS: but thanks
BL: I also took no offense to your comment
DS: yeah yeah I'll burn in hell for my sins anyway
DS: whatevs. going back to what I pestered you for
DS: you get the game
BL: Yup. You sure playing this isn't going against my beliefs?
BL: The amount of blood in the last game you told me to get…
DS: nah it's all g
DS: read the walkthrough, and it sounds freakin' awesome
DS: whoever Rose was, she sure hyped the game up
DS: even if she said it was dangerous
DS: meteors and shit
BL: Meteors?
DS: trust me, it's better than I make it sound
DS: once I install the game, we can get this shit STARTED
Just as Matt went to type again, he noticed another conversation hop up on his screen from someone he didn't know. He thought about continuing his conversation with Tara, but decided to at least check out why they were contacting him.
DS: hol' up, got someone else talkin' to me
BL: You talk to other people?
DS: hardy freakin' har
DS: sorry we're not all part of a Christian chat group
BL: Hey, don't diss it until you've tried it
DailySpelunker (DS) ceased Pestering BaptisingLilac (BL)
Matt closed the conversation with Tara, intrigued as to what the stranger had to say, and opened up the new conversation.
SporaticSlither (SS) began Trolling DailySpelunker (DS)
SS: Hello?
SS: Issssss anyone there?
SS: Any complete dipsssssshits by the name of Matt?
DS: man you sure know how to greet somebody
DS: whats up dude/lady
SS: God, I already hate you
SS: Jusssssst by the way you type
DS: wow thats rich
SS: What'ssssss that ssssssuppossssssed to mean?
DS: Never mind
DS: This better?
SS: Much
DS: How do you know my name?
DS: You a stalker?
SS: No, on the contrary
SS: I'm a friend
DS: Well if that isn't some cryptic bullshit, I don't know what is
DS: You aren't hacking my account, are you?
SS: I wissssssh
SS: See what kind of dumbassssss human stuff you have
DS: 'Dumbass human stuff?'
SS: Lissssssten
SS: Thissssss may be hard to believe
SS: But I'm not human
SS: I'm a troll
SS: Now lissssssten, I've got a lot of sssssstuff that I can tell you assssss proof
DS: Okay, I believe you
SS: …
SS: …
SS: Wait, really?
DS: Yeah man/lady
DS: You can be whatever you want to be
DS: I don't care if you really are
DS: I just want to keep talking to you
DS: Shit, was that kind of pathetic
SS: It wassssss extremely pathetic
SS: But I don't care, becausssssse I sssssstill need to talk to you
SS: About Ssssssgrub
DS: 'Sgrub?'
SS: Ssssssburb in your sssssstupid human termssssss
DS: All ears
SS: Okay, sssssso thissssss might be kind of hard to explain
SS: But here goessssss
Matt listened carefully to the stranger, holding on to every word to the long winded story. While Matt would never had admitted it, he loved the attention. It was one of his weaknesses; as long as someone was talking to him, he would never let his mind wander. It may've been hard to believe, but Matt didn't have many friends; in fact, aside from Tara and his parents, he didn't have any other friends, and he always jumped at the opportunity to make new ones. Even if they were jerks.
SS told him all about the game, about his game and another troll that he had as his server player. Apparently, they had already started the game, and were already inside the medium, but they had a problem in the form of a void session player invading their own session, and needed help to get rid of him.
SS: Did that make any ssssssensssssse?
DS: That's it?
DS: You just need help killing some dude?
DS: That was a lot of set up
SS: Yessssss, it'ssssss a thing I do
SS: Long sssssstories, I mean
SS: And yessssss, it may sssssseem that way to your primitive human brain
SS: But thissssss 'dude' issssss God Tier
SS: I'm ssssssure my moirail will tell you more later
SS: But for now, jusssssst trusssssst me
DS: Yeah dude, I trusted you from the get-go
DS: The walkthrough I'm reading talks of supernatural shit
DS: Like shit about 'Dream Selves?'
SS: You'll learn about that later
SS: But for now, play the game
SS: I'll be in contact
SporaticSlither (SS) ceased Trolling DailySpelunker (DS)
Matt slid back from his computer, realising he had barely blinked during all that typing he did. Twenty minutes of just typing, and he had yet to even learn the stranger's name, but knew all kinds of crazy stuff about God Tiers and the Medium in general. So for a couple of minutes, he just sat back, watching Tara's Pesterchum flash over and over, beckoning him to check what she had messaged him while he was busy. Eventually, he realised enough was enough, and got back to his original topic.
BaptisingLilac (BL) began Pestering DailySpelunker (DS)
BL: Hey Matt, you get contacted as well by people claiming to be trolls?
BL: Matt?
BL: Gosh, you must've
BL: Guess I'll wait
DS: Yeah, the guy/girl told me of their situation
DS: whoops
DS: that's better
DS: hope that didn't destroy my credibility
BL: Don't worry, you haven't lost any credibility as a cool guy
BL: Can't really lose what you never had
DS: fuckin' roasted
DS: isn't that like a sin
DS: to insult good people
BL: Well, it's complicated
DS: *bullshit
BL: Whatever, I'll confess it just in case next Sunday
DS: great
DS: you know about the 'God Tier' sitch
BL: They seem to be quite desperate
BL: I mean, it's kind of against God to
BL: Well
BL: Play God
BL: But if this game can do what Tarlia told me, I'm inclined to help
DS: tarlia?
BL: The troll lady who talked to me
BL: But anyway, I think we should get started
BL: Shall we?
DS: we shall
DS: but first, defence
DS: apparently we use weapon types as defence
DS: theres a list
DS: but I'm just gonna use my gun
BL: Matt, no
DS: imma use the gun
DS: ttyl
DailySpelunker (DS) ceased pestering BaptisingLilac (BL)