Lazily swinging open the front door to the house, I grumpily stepped into the room, slipping off my muddy shoes at the entrance and closing the door with the heel of my foot. The backpack slung on my shoulder was thrown to the floor in front of the couch, that of which I immediately stumbled to and flopped down upon, one arm draping off. With my face buried into one of the cushions of the couch, I let out an exhausted moan, having just gotten home after the last day of school, finally on summer break.
"Welcome home, dickface." I heard someone call from upstairs in a sarcastic tone.
Briefly lifting my head out of the soft cushion, I watched my younger sister quickly step down the stairs, loudly smacking on a ham sandwich she must've made before I arrived. You know she's despicable since she's using wheat bread, the worst kind of bread to ever exist. I rolled my eyes at her comment, burying my face right back into the couch cushion, not wanting to deal with her torturous personality.
She laughed, taking another smug bite out of her sandwich before saying with a stuffed mouth, "I made sure to fart in that cushion a couple times because I just knew you would come home and shove your face in it. Be careful with your daily habits, dear brother of mine."
I immediately rolled myself off the couch and fell to the floor before straining to stand back up and back away from it as if it were a rabid tiger. "Alright, cool, now I gotta burn my face and the couch cushion. And maybe this whole couch while I'm at it. And then the house. Thanks, lil sis."
She snorted, finishing the last of her sandwich and nonchalantly brushing the crumbs off her fingers onto the carpet floor. "I was kidding, even if I did bless the couch with my body's gases I wouldn't tell you. I'd just silently laugh at you from afar, waiting until you realized exactly what had transpired." She eventually walked in front of me, where I got to have a look at her current outfit.
She was a decently dark girl, just light enough for people to instantly notice the freckles on her face. She had round, golden glasses that flashed in my eyes occasionally when she walked in the sun, a pain in the ass they were. Her hair, dyed a navy blue, was tied into a very loose and scraggly bun, with stray hairs falling out close to the sides of her face. Her outfit had stayed consistent throughout the school year, a crop top and ripped jeans. The terrifying thing about it was she wore the same outfit even through the coldest days of winter, she was an unstoppable beast...like a yeti or something. She had no shoes on and only socks, which meant she was willing to walk into the kitchen and get her socks wet with water that was "accidentally" spilled on the floor, otherwise known as the worst feeling known to all mankind.
I raised a brow, "For a fourteen year old, you sure do sass like you're a seventeen year old dropout, Alyssa." I flopped back onto the couch face first, burying my head in the cushion once again. It's a wonder I put up with her somehow.
The girl, now dubbed Alyssa, crossed her arms, "For a fifteen year old, you sure do fail your classes like a six year old who eats glue, Will." She then shrugged her shoulders, walking over to the TV against the wall and pressing the 'on' button.
I opened my eyes and exasperatedly threw one arm into the air, "You get an F one time! One time! I'll have you know that the teacher of that class was the most bullshit teacher I've ever had. Everyone hated her guts, even the other goddamn teachers! I'm very sure she had something against me. One time she gave me detention for sighing, 'Lyss. Sighing! You can't tell me I earned that grade."
"Yeah maybe that, ooooor you just weren't paying attention in her class, and didn't know the material, and therefore failed that class like a goldfish in a running marathon." Ignoring my scoff at her comment, Alyssa turned on the Wii U, tossing the gamepad to me with a lazy hand, "Play some shit, I'm bored but I don't like exerting effort."
I quickly sat up and fumbled with the controller as it fell into my hands, before gripping it and managing to not let it fall to the floor like the thousands of times before, one of those times causing the screen to crack ever so slightly but not ruining it entirely. Squinting at the screen, I could see that the game Splatoon was starting up, the sound of drums coming in through the speakers. I looked over at Alyssa with an unimpressed expression, to where she started getting defensive.
"What? This game is adorable! I'd take cute little squid people over Call of Duty or whatever any day." She defensively shrugged her shoulders, "Plus, I love it when people destroy you and you get so irritated when they taunt you after you die, I pull out my phone each and every time that happens, even when you don't know I'm there."
"Wow, gee, thanks," I grumbled under my breath, before hitting the requested buttons to start the game. The Squid Sisters did their usual newscast, an event many Splatoon players were tired of. Speeding through their scripted phrases, I got out of the news event and pressed the 'Octo Valley' button on my gamepad. The screen went to black, a loading patch of ink swirling in the right bottom corner.
"So you're facing octos today? Go figure, no good footage for me today," Alyssa whined, folding her arms against her chest and falling back into the couch's cushions in disappointment. I laughed at her misfortune, before looking up at the screen.
...Oh.
"...Whaaa?" I said intelligently to myself in confusion, realizing the normal inkling, Agent 3, hadn't sprung out of the sewer drain. Instead, a cutscene seemed to be occurring, and the setting of the scene wasn't in the normal part of Octo Valley. Instead, it was dark with no life, no birds, nothing. There was no music either, which sent a shiver through both of our spines. All that was on the screen was a cartoon icon of an octopus in the corner with the camera looking down into a dank abyss. I saw a couple of weeds growing in between what seemed to be cracked concrete, but nothing else beyond that.
"...William, did you hack the game lately? I highly doubt this is some DLC or whatever, you're broke as fuck and our bro only gets us stuff when we have good grades." Alyssa stated, arms still crossed over her chest. She glanced over at me for a moment, before pushing her glasses up on her face and looking back at the screen with a pissed expression.
I furrowed my brow and disregarded her jab at me and my F's, "You know I don't mess with my games. I'm not sure what the hell is going on." I looked down at the gamepad, which displayed the Octo Valley map. Thinking the game was possibly just frozen, I experimentally pressed down on one of the stages I usually would jump to when I was bored but not ready to head online. When my finger touched the screen, it played the sound that usually played when you were unable to super jump. Nothing happened on the TV, either.
I pressed the button again. And again. Over and over I frantically pressed the button, desperate for a reaction from the game. Nothing.
"What the fuck." I uttered, a cold sense of dread washing over me. Something was definitely up, I was sure of it. I urgently jammed the power button on the gamepad with my finger, hoping it'd switch off the game so it'd end this unnerving mess.
No, it did the exact opposite instead. The screen on the TV turned a blinding white, as did the gamepad. Alyssa and I quickly shielded our eyes from the light, unsure how to react in the moment. The gamepad in my hands went from room temperature to scorching hot, and I hissed sharply and dropped it to the floor, where it continued to display nothing but white.
"Okay, I'm not doing this- this creepypasta bullshit! You're on your own, Will!" Alyssa yelped, rushing toward the door and swinging it open, charging out into the street and not looking like she intended on coming back anytime soon. Thanks, sis.
Soon, a noise was emitting from the TV screen, prompting me to stand back up and look over at the television with burning curiosity. The noise got louder and more defined, before realization hit me. The noise I was hearing was screaming.
"Holy shit," I whispered under my breath in terror, "I'm going to burn the disc and maybe even our Wii U if this is what Nintendo's selling their consumers." And then bash it to bits with a bat.
Before I could attempt to run and hide, something flew out of the TV and rammed straight into my face, bashing the bridge of my nose open and causing it to start bleeding heavily. Barely recovering from the hard hit, I looked down with hazy vision, recognizing that the offending object was the well known hero shot Agent 3 carried, ink leaking out of a hole that was dented into it. No fucking way, I thought, looking back up at the screen with wide eyes, not caring if it blinded me.
The screaming was extremely loud at this point, so loud that I tried to turn down the volume with the TV remote but to no avail. In the midst of trying to make that magic happen, a second large object flew out of the screen, crashing into my face soon after the first. This one came at me with such a force it knocked me right over the couch and onto the floor. While disoriented, I tried to glance over at whatever object had crashed into me the second time, having to squint to get my vision to focus just a tad.
Ah, an inkling.
...AN INKLING. OHH SHIT.
Feeling light-headed, I could hear my sister come back in through the door and shrieking at the sight of us on the floor. I heard her quickly step around us and by the sound of her footsteps dulling, I could tell she was running upstairs to the bathroom, where the first aid supplies were kept. Dark spots creeping on the edges of my vision, I noticed the inkling in front of me shift just a tad, but seemingly not stirring.
My vision fell black and I lost consciousness, one more thought creeping into my mind.
Holy fucking shit.
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