Be Scotty.

"Hey, little man. Your game just came in the mail" my guardian shouts from the ground floor. I stand up, and walk to the stairway. "My sburb game?" I shout down at him.

"Yeah. Get down here and get it" he shouts up at me.

"Can't you just bring it up here?" I ask.

"Yeah, I could. But the great and powerful spaghetti god gave you legs for a reason" he shouts. I sigh. Might as well go and get it. I walk down the stairs into the kitchen. The package is their on the counter. Along with a big tin of brownies. I take the game in one hand, and try to pick up the tin of brownies in the other. I hear my guardian from behind me. "You could just captchalouge all that instead of carry it all. Or are you embarrassed by your fetch modus?" I turn around, and look at my guardian. He's tall and wide, with wrinkles from smiling a lot. The type of person you can trust right away. "The cookie modus is awesome, and you know it, Jason" he just smiles, and walks back to wherever he came from. I carry the brownies and game up to my room. I pop the first disk labeled 'server' into my cutting edge gaming computer's disk drive. I look at the computer, remembering last christmas when he gave it to me. "That game working good for you?" Jason shouts from downstairs. "Yeah man, working just fine" i shout back.

It's hard to describe what my relationship with Jason is. He's my legal guardian, but he's to young to be my dad. He's too much of a parent figure to be my brother. And while he acts like my friend most the time, a friend doesn't have control over you like your legal guardian does. I asked him about this once, and he said he had a hard time describing it too. He said that he adopted me when I was just a little kid. I guess that makes him my parent. I don't know.

The computer beeps, informing that the game has finished installing. I pull open the tab for the game. It has a lobby. I need a client player. I pull up my messenger tab. I'll have to play with my frenemy, then.

Scotty be your frenemy Monty

I sit in my comfy blow up chair. It's noon, but my blinds are pulled, keeping my room dark. Me and my guardian always lay around the house until almost three in the afternoon. We compensate for that by sometimes staying up until three in the morning most nights. My guardian is in his room, playing music. We almost always have a set of speakers playing music at all times, which has caused some complaints from the neighbors. I smile as I remember an old incident. I was home by myself, blasting some of my modern industrial. That stuff is really loud and bass heavy. The neighbor came over, and banged on my window. I had woke her up. I laughed, and turned my volume down.

Me and my guardian both love dubstep, but our tastes within that genre differ. I prefer more heavy stuff, like modern industrial and harsh noise. He prefers lighter stuff, like dark ambient and chillstep. Despite our differences, we can still jam to each others stuff.

He also has a tendency to appear somewhat effeminate. But he's cool, and that's what I care guardian is a very quiet but caring person.

There's a light tap on my door frame. My guardian, Forrest is there. He's wearing his blue hoodie as per usual. "Your game came in the mail" he says in his quiet voice. He holds out the package in one hand, while leaning on the wall on his other side.

I get up and take the package from him. "Thanks, for going and getting the mail early today" I say. My voice almost seems like a shout compared to his quiet whisper of a voice.

He lets a small smile creep across his face. "Have fun" he says, and then walks down the hall to his room. He moves so silently, that I would've thought he was gliding if I didn't see his feet move.

I pop in a disk labeled 'client'. The other one is labeled 'server'.

He always seems to be wearing a hoodie. Its always a blue one, a grey one, or a black one. I've never once seen him in a t-shirt. It's almost as if he's afraid to show his arms. I haven't even seen his palms, much less his wrists.

There's so much I don't know about him. Why he's so quiet and withdrawn. I think I'm the only person he ever talks to. He doesn't have a job, and I'm the one who does all the shopping. And whatever I can't get, he orders online.

But I respect his secrets, and he respects mine.

I turn back to my computer. He got me this for my last birthday. I never brought up what I wanted, but he seems to have mind reading powers because he got me exactly what I wanted.

"Are you hungry?" His voice says lightly from behind me.

"No, I'm good. Thanks though" I tell him.

"Alright. You know where to find me if you need anything"

"I'm not five. I can get myself a snack" I say lightly. I wait for a response. I look behind me, but he's already gone.

I look at my computer screen. The game is halfway done installing. I switch the display from the computer to the flatscreen I have the computer hooked up to.

My messaging service on my iPod sends me a notification. I have a new message. It gives me a preview of the message.

GT: you there, fuckhead?

I laugh. Scotty will be Scotty. Despite the fact that he seems so hostile to me, we're kinda friends.

PB: yeah, I'm here.

GT: you got that new sburb game?

PB: yeah, I'm installing the client disk now. Lemme guess, you got it to, and want someone to play with?

GT: yeah. I'm installing the server disk now. It seems you need at least two people to play.

PB: i feel like annoying you.

GT: do you really?

PB: oh ye2. You 2ee, iive deciided two u2e thii2 wiierd font ju2t two pii22 you off.

GT: (• _• ) (•_•) ( •_ •) (._.) (•-•) (•_•) I can't seem to find a shit to give.

PB: thii2 one ii2nt workiing? Two bad. HoW aBoUt ThIs MoThErFuCkInG FoNt?

GT: nope. Still not working.

PB: ThAt MuSt Be A mIrAcLe. Maaaaaaaay8e this one will work? I soooooooo hoooooooope it does! :::;)

GT: really?

PB: 8m I poooooooossi8ly detecting 8nnoyance? ::::D

Now 1s wh3n 1 must str1ke w1th my most 4nnoy1ng font.

GT: no, your detecting alot of 'grow the fuck up'

PB: H3h3. Your 4nnoy3d. MAYBE ALL CAPS WILL PUSH YOU OVER THE EDGE,FUCKNUTS?

GT: now you just seem like a crappy internet troll.

PB: THE LITTLE FUCKER IS GETTING PISSED! :33 thats just purrfect!

GT: No, im getting sick of your bullshit.

PB: :33 yay! This, I purromise, this will be purrfect. Wow, I all of a sudden have an urge to do some purrfect shipping typing like this :33. But I purromise, this will be a purrfect way to have fun. aTLEAST fOR mE.

GT: how many of these do you got?

PB: qUIET aLOT. Noww, this one has a bit of a wwavvy accent. Do you envvie mwwy superior wwavvy wway of speaking?

GT: no.

PB: wwell, fine then. You and the land dwwellers will be killed by my hand anywways. Per)(aps I'll )(ave one of your friends join me in t)(e slaug)(ter.

GT: are you threatening me?

PB: w)(at? Me, t)(reaten? No! Glub glub! Anyways, This Is The Last One I Can Think Of For Right Now.

GT: so your done?

PB: I Suppose I Am. Oh, Wait. 7h15 15 7h3 1457 0n3. C4n y0u r34d 1t? Actually, no. Im done. My game is done loading. Connect with me.

GT: Finally.

PB: I do have a few more. In one, i use a lot of fish puns. And yes, I do them on porpoise.

GT: *facepalm*

PB: ribbit

PB: s0rry. I c0uldnt seem t0 resist typing a ribbit right there. Alright, t0 s0me m0re imp0rtant stuff. Is your game done installing?

GT: m. Yeah. I'll connect to you in a moment.

I look at my flatscreen. A message pops up in the game lobby.

|gay|on|thursdays| has invited you to be his client player.

I click accept.

GT: I can see your room. cool. I wonder what I can all fuck with.

PB: Don't fuck my shit up

My bed moves up in the air, seemingly of it's own accord.

PB: You do that?

GT: Yeah, just getting a feel for the controls.

My bed all of a sudden disappears in a little poof.

PB: WHAT THE FUCK MAN?

GT: Chill bro. you can just sleep in a chair.

PB: I don't care about sleeping. Where else am I gonna fap?

GT: ...

PB: ...

GT: Why fap when you got me?

PB: ...

GT: ...

PB: No. One: Your not my type. Two: Lose some weight first.

GT: Oh no. Your calling me fat. So hurtful. Much emotional pain. Wow. Very pain.

PB: FUCK YOU and your shitty doge meme.

GT: So now you do want to?

PB: WHAT? NO! YOU WISH!

A large machine that looks like something a potter would use appears out of thin air.

GT: I wonder what this does

PB: WHAT THE FUCK MAN?

He sets it down where my bed use to be. After that, nothing else magically moves for a while.

PB: WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW?

GT: Someones gone full rage mode.

PB: I'M ANGRY AND I'M GONNA SHOW IT, YOU LITTLE F-

My computer beeps.

GT has stopped chatting with you

I type one last line to the empty chat.

PB: I'M NOT ACTUALLY ALL THAT ANGRY. I'M JUST A LITTLE PISSED, BULLSHIT MOTHERFUCKING BUTTFUCK!

I log out of the chat also. I walk up to the machine, and look at it. It has a large arm that hangs over it, and two clamps to hold something. In between the two clamps and slightly above them is a device. I was right on my first guess. It appears that it is used for molding something. On the body of the large device is a slot. It looks as if a card would fit perfectly. I captcha log my Nobody hoodie. I look at the code on the back of the card, wondering if that's what the code is for, for this machine. But how would the machine read the code? I can't type the code since there is no input mechanism other than the card slot and a button.

While holding the card, I captcha log it out of habit. I'm left holding a card that has captcha logged a card that has captcha logged my hoodie. I grab the first card, uncaptcha logging it from the extra card. I'm left holding the card with the hoodie. I stick the card into it, and look at the machine, wanting to observe any changes.

Nothing. I then press the button. Still nothing.

I hear a thud downstairs. Fearing that Scotty badly fucked something up, I walk down the staircase.

I look in the living room, and see nothing unusual. Same in the studio.

I walk into the kitchen. The first thing I see is the whole in my wall. And then I see that my oven is missing. And then I see that another odd device has replaced it. I walk up to the device, and look at it. It has a large square base, with four small displays on the sides. In the middle is a large pipe, with a turn knob. I grip the knob, and try twisting it one way. I push on it as hard as I can, but it won't budge. I try pulling it the other way, but it still doesn't move. On top of the pipe there's one of those weird circly things. Damn it, what were those things called?

I hear a thud from above me. And then a crash, still above me, although the source of the noise seems to be falling, right above me. I take a step back, not wanting to get squished. Theres another crash, and the oven falls through the roof, onto the device.

The oven hits it right the device right on the circly thing, and then falls off it. The top of the pipe then pops off. A faintly glowing blue bar pops out, along with this weird black and orange ball of... something. The ball flies around the kitchen, and then settles into a position next to me.

I run up to my room, and move the mouse on my computer, waking up the screen.

PB: What just happened?!

GT: Well, I moved your oven outside your house, but I had to break through a wall. It's okay though, because I think I can fix this. But so I moved it out to make room for this important looking thingy. I then set it in that location. Then, I wanted to move the oven, so I planned to put it on the roof. But I must not have set it down gently enough, because it then fell through the roof, and then on top of that thing that I already placed. As for what that blue bar is, and what that energetic ball thing is, I have no clue.

PB: I'M GOING TO KILL YOU THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU! And where you looking for some cookies under the oven?

GT: Shits given: zero.

"Monty, what's happening?" Forrest asks, appearing out of no where.

I take a deep breath, so I don't shout at Forrest. "Just an idiot who now has control over the objects in this house. I'll get it sorted out" I tell him.

"Alright"

"You aren't upset that there is multiple holes in this house?" He shakes his head. "Well, yeah, you don't get upset about many things"

"I had a feeling something would happen soon" He says. And with that cryptic statement, he walks away.

Another machine that looks like a short keyboard appears next to my computer. It's much smaller than the other two.

The orange ball starts acting up, and flies around the room. It emits an odd garbled sound. It flies to one of my shirts, and starts flying around it. I get up from my computer, and walk over to it. I pick up the shirt, and it's odd noise becomes even more frantic. I look at the shirt, then at the ball. The ball flies around my head twice, and then around my shirt twice. It then hovers slightly in front of the shirt, bobbing slightly.

I look at the shirt. It's one of my deadmau5 shirts. It used to be my favorite shirt, but then it got to small for me.

I sit there, trying to figure out what it wants me to do. I push the shirt towards the ball. When it gets within six inches of the sprite, it gets sucked out of my hand, and towards the sprite. There's an orange flash of light. When I can see again, I look at the ball. There's a small mau5 head inside of the ball now. It's noise has also changed. Before it was something akin to warbled speech, but now it almost sounds like music. I can hear drums and a synth sound in it. It seems that by putting my shirt in it, it's voice changed. Odd.

My computer beeps, but I ignore it and examine the new machine. The mau5ball, as I call it, follows me. It has a slot for a card, and a keyboard.

I look at my captcha logged hoodie card, and memorize the 11 digit code. I insert the card, and then type the code on the keyboard. There's a heavy clicking noise, and then a light glows green on the machine. I take my card out of it.

There's holes in the card. I try to take my hoodie out of it, but I can't. It's locked in the card.

The mau5ball starts to spin around me. Once it's sure that it has my attention, it flies to my doorway. I follow it. It leads me all the way down into the kitchen, where my oven used to be. It flies around the blue dowel.

But then I look at the machine thing, and see that the four screens have light up, and that they have a countdown timer on it. According to this, I only have around five minutes until it hits zero. I watch the timer count down, contemplating what could happen when it hits zero.

My mau5ball flies in front of my vision, getting my attention.

"What is it?" I ask it. A series of high hats and bass kicks answer me. It circles around my head, and then flies to the blue dowel. It flies a few circles around the dowel. I captcha log the blue dowel. I look at the timer on the device. Four minutes left.

The mau5ball issues a louder thump, and flies up the stairs. I run up the stairs after it. Out of the corner of my eyes, I can see Forrest watching me.

The mau5ball flies to the machine that looks like a potter's device. In my head, I've called it the molder. The mau5ball flies around the two clamps.

"I'm not an idiot" I tell it. The ball does a funky little jig. I take the blue dowel out of my syladex, and put it in the clamps. The mau5ball then flies around the button. "Don't I have to put a card in?" I ask, assuming it can understand me.

The mau5ball issues a series of thumps and cymbals, and then an odd, high pitched synth sound. It then flies around my head. It hovers in front of my eyes, and then flies straight at my forehead. It crashes into me before I can move. For an object the size if my fist, it sure is heavy. I rub my forehead. The mau5ball flies back to the button. I press it. The dowel spins, and a needle etches it into a vase-like shape.

The mau5ball flies around the newly crafted dowel. I captcha log it. The mau5ball then flies in a circle. "Now what?"

The ball does a weird shriek, and then seemingly begins to talk, in a vaguely familiar female voice. "Let's play musical chairs, one of my favourite games"

I stare at the little ball, dumbfounded. The ball emits a few thumps, then speaks again. "Especially now that you and I have traded space. You walk around in shoes that don't fit for a change"

"Are you singing?" I ask it. The words seem familiar, and I try and place where I've heard them before.

It thumps, then sings: "There is a way for you to win this race"

It hits me. "Sofi needs a ladder" I tell it.

It thumps. "There is a way for you to win this race"

"But it doesn't repeat that line. Listen, it goes on like this: Criss cross and turn your shirt inside out"

It does a synth screech thing at me. "There is a way for you to win this race"

"And you're saying it wrong. It's 'there is no way for you to win this race'"

"There is a way for you to win this race" It's thumping changes paces. "I remember" It sings, quoting another song.

"Wait, race. Does this have something to do with that timer on the device downstairs?"

It thumps a new beat. "Hi friend! Hi friend! Hi friend!"

I take this as a positive answer. "But what am I racing against?"

It's thumping stops. A slow, mechanical voices speaks. "Some. Times. Things. Get. Complicated. Some. Times. Things. Get. Complicated."

"What do you want me to do?"

It starts singing again. "Raise your weapon!" It flies to my bedroom window.

I look out it. In the sky there's a red blip that seems to be flying.

I move my mouse, waking up my computer. I have a message.

GT: Hey, I gotta move some stuff to put down this last piece of equipment

PB: Alright. My mau5ball thing is acting wierd.

GT: You spelt that wrong

PB: I don't fucking care! There's a timer on the device downstairs, with only a few minutes left. Hurry up and place it.

GT: Alright

A large pad appears on my floor.

The mau5ball flies around the new device, and then around a small, round platform, and then around the blue dowel in my hands.

"I got it" I tell it. I place the blue dowel on the platform. The mau5ball flies around a button. I push the button. A large blue tree appears on the pad. An apple falls to the ground. The mau5ball flies around the apple.

I look up at the sky. A large red meteor hangs in the sky. It seems to hang in the sky, not moving. But then when I inspect it closer, it's heading right for me.

The mau5ball thumps, and flies around my head.

I pick up the apple, and look up at the meteor bearing straight for me. I take a bite out of the apple.

The meteors gone. Along with the sky. And the sun. And the clouds. My mau5ball spins in a circle, and thumps, seemingly happily. I walk over to the computer, the disaster seemingly averted.

PB: Hey. The meteor is gone, and I bet that timer downstairs has stopped.

GT: Alright. So guess what I heard on the news.

PB: What?

GT: The government has declared a national emergency. A large group of meteors is in space, heading towards Earth.

PB: Oh. Uhm.

GT: Yeah.

PB: But that meteor that was coming for me is gone now. Granted, I don't believe I"m on Earth anymore, but the immediate threat of being killed by falling space rocks is gone.

GT: I think we should pull our friends in the game.

PB: To save them, yeah.

GT: Bring Aaron in first.

PB: What? Why him? I'm bringing in the most important to me. Bailey is coming in first.

GT: Just trust me. We need to bring in Aaron.

PB: has the government issued a timeline of when the meteors should be impacting?

GT: They said the time span of impact starts in six hours, and will last one week.

PB: Then mine was way early.

GT: Yeah. Why?

PB: I'll connect to Aaron first, then. But Bailey is second. Nothing you can do to change that.

GT: Alright, fine.

PB: Hey, guess what?

GT: Do we have the time? Fine, what?

PB: I think this is the longest we've gone without either you acting gay, or the two of us completely bashing each other.

GT: What do you know. And all it took was a meteor alpacalypse.

PB: Alpacalypse? Are you making an alpaca joke?

GT: yes. Fine, sorry. Alpaca them away.

PB: Don't. I'm gonna talk to Aaron.

GT: Alright.

I leave that chat. I'm about to message our friend Aaron, but I hear a noise from downstairs. It's this weird choking sound.

I look out the window. It's all black. I can just make out a rock formation in the distance, but it's so dark here. I look up into the sky. There's a large, blue moon, hanging in the sky. It's huge. It takes up almost one tenth of the sky. It's either immensely big, but distant, or it's the size of our moon, but extremely close. The thought that it might be another planet crosses my mind.

I turn away from the window, and grab my long sword from where it was leaning against the wall. That choking sound was strange, and who knows what strange creatures inhabit this land. I walk down the hall, sword in front of me. I knock on Forrest's door. He doesn't answer. I debate whether I should go in or not.

I decide that there's a reason to believe he's in danger. I kick the door in, feeling extremely bad-ass. I look around the room. Computer in the far corner. A window on the opposite wall. His beloved turntable is set against the wall to my right. His bed is directly in front of me. There's posters of a blue phone box, for some reason. Another poster depicts a tall man with messy hair wearing a fez. I tend not to question his tastes in decoration. Doing so can lead to either insanity or a big wibbly wobbly mess. I scan the room one last time for him, but I don't see him. Then I notice the hole in the roof from the oven falling. I walk into the room, looking up into the ceiling, and then look down into the hole beneath it.

I exit the room, and walk to the stairway. Maybe you readers don't understand the layout of the upper floor to well. My room is on one end of the house. Forrest's room is at the other. A long hallway runs in between our two houses. A flight of stairs runs parallel to the hallway, descending to the ground floor. The wall that faces the interior of the house has a door, which goes out onto the patio. Instead of building a complete second floor, there's a large patio with a railing on top of the second floor. The stairs lead to the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen. A weird black thing is in the kitchen, eating out of my fridge. I point my sword at it.

"Hey!" I shout at it.

It drops the container of food, and turns around and looks at me. It makes an odd noise. It's eyes are a bright green, but the rest of it is black. It's head vaguely resemble the Mau5head. Is Joel a god, and is this his home planet?

"What are you?" I ask it.

It makes this odd cooing noise, and walks closer to me. It actually looks rather cute.

I put my sword down. The creature looks at it. It almost seems scared of it. "Hey there, little guy"

The thing looks at me. I swear my heart explodes from adorableness.

"You hungry?" I ask it. The thing nods. I guess it can understand me. "You can't eat the stuff out of the fridge. It's cold. You have to heat it up first" The thing looks at the glass container of rice in it's hands, and then at me. It slowly holds the container to me. I take it from it, making sure not to make any fast moves, so I won't scare it. "I gotta put it in the microwave" I tell it. I pop the lid of the container, and put it in for thirty seconds. I look at the creature. "So what are you?" I ask it. It does a little growl at me. I stand there, looking at the thing. The thing looks at me.

I slowly pick it up. It's warm, although it has a hard shell around. It stares at me. I stare at it. "Seriously, what the fuck are you?" It shrugs it shoulders. "Where's my mau5ball? It should be able to tell me what you are". I put the thing down. I look around for the mau5ball.

The mau5ball comes down the stairs as if it heard me. "Do you know what this thing is?" I ask it.

The ball thumps. It circle around me, and then circles around the thing. "Hi friend! Hi friend! Hi friend!" It says to it. The thing follows the ball with it's eyes.

"Good to know it's friendly" I say. I stand up, and carry the creature under one of my arms. "I shall call you Impy" I tell it. It purrs, happy with it's name. It does an odd growl, and points at the microwave. "Oh, shit. Your food" I say.

I walk to the microwave, and pull the warm rice out of the microwave. I give it Impy. "Eat up, little bro" I tell it. I set Impy dowm, and put the rice next to him. He looks up at me, "I'll be right back" I tell it. It starts to eat.

I pick my sword back up. The creature eyes me warily, but doesn't make a move to run.

I walk through the house, trying to find Forrest. I can't find him. But I'm sure that wherever he is, he can take care of himself. I walk back into the kitchen. Impy is sitting on the floor, shoveling rice into his mouth. It's then that I notice his incredibly sharp teeth.

Impy looks up at me. It makes a little sound, obviously asking a question. "Still hungry?" It growls a confirmation. I walk to the fridge, and take out a large chunk of ham. "Here you go, little buddy" I say as I hand it the meat. The creature takes the meat, and begins chewing on it. I pick him up, and walk with him under my arm back to my room. I set him on my bed. After taking in his new surroundings, he continues eating. The messages on my computer have piled up.

GT: What the fuck are you doing?

PB: I made a new friend.

GT: Woopdi fucking doo.

PB: Didn't your game come with a manual?

GT: No. why, did yours?

PB: No. I just was thinking what the fuck is going on. I have this nagging feeling that all this stuff happening is related to the game.

GT: Did you connect to Aaron yet?

PB: No. You can see inside my house, right?

GT: Yeah. I've been watching you cuddle with that little monster.

PB: Fuck you. Impy is adorable.

GT: You even named it?

PB: Yes, I did. I think he's cute.

GT: Ha. GAYYY!

PB: I"m gonna connect to Aaron. Scour the internet for anything on this game.

GT: Yes master.

PB: I mean, if you want to.

GT: I will.

I exit out of that chat. I look back at Impy. The chunk of ham is completely gone. He's curled up on my pillow, and sleeping. For the second time my heart explodes.

I'm about to message Aaron, when I get a message from a new person who isn't one of my contacts.

DA: For the love of all that is dear and holy dont play that game

PB: What? Do I know you? And what game?

DA: That SBURB game

PB: I've already started. I'm in this weird world. Why am I telling you this?

DA: Fuck I guess there's no stopping the timeline

PB: Why do you do that?

DA: Do what

PB: This And you don't use punctuation.

DA: because Im unique

PB: Whatever. I'm not arguing. So why can't I play the game?

DA: its no matter nowthe timeline has already beguni thought i could come back and save you

PB: Save me from what?

DA: yourselfdo you believe in monsters

PB: No. Monsters are for little children.

DA: i stopped looking for the monsters when i realized they where inside us

PB: Can you stop being so cryptic? Just say what your going to say, alright?

DA: farewellwatch those around you

PB: What?

PB: ...

I turn away from my computer. I stay in my chair, trying to comprehend the conversation. He seemed to know me, but that username was strange, although vaguely familiar. I turn to my computer, and look at the username. DualArmaggedons. I can't figure out where I've heard that before. I look at Impy. Still sound asleep on my pillow. It's time to stop procrastanating. It's time to save my friends. It's time to become the hero.

Monty be Aaron

"Aaron" my guardian says, getting my attention. I pause my game, and look at him. "This came in the mail for you" Rory says.

I toss the controller onto the couch beside me. I get up, and take the package from him. "Thanks"

I open the package. It's my SBURB game. I pop the disk in my computer, and forget about it.

*** hours later ***

"Aaron! Come here!" Rory shouts at me. I walk out of my room, and into the small living room. The T.V. has a new bulletin going, saying breaking news. The screen is a looped video of a large meteor burning up.

Rory looks at me. "This is it" he says. "This is the end"

I don't believe him. "Why, what's going on?"

"There's a group of large meteors on a collision corse with Earth" he smiles. "It's the end of the world buddy"

I roll my eyes. This week it's a news report asteroids. Last week he was blubbering about the Illuminati. Just another one of his conspiracy theories.

I walk up to my room. I've been messaged on my computer.

PB: hey you got SBURB, right?

I log onto my chat messenger.

UE: yeah, i do. Why?

PB: it's the end of the world. The only way to survive is to play the game.

UE: bullshit. If you want me to play the game just say so.

PB: Fine. I'll connect to you as the server player.

A message pops up on my screen.

Xx_pony_boy_xX would like to be your server player.

I'm about to click select, but something out my window catches my eye.

I walk to my window, and look up into the sky.

A large meteor is heading straight for me. It's extremely close.

I think Rory and Monty are right. I run back to my computer.

UE: oh my god a meteor is heading for my house.

PB: I KNOW! NOW GET YOUR ASS PLAYING THE GAME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!

I'm about to click select, but I all of a sudden feel hot. There's a bright red light coming from my window.

My walls start to turn brown from the heat. I move my arm to click select. But then my shirt catches fire, destracting me. I rip my shirt off.

I move my mouse, but the cursor doesn't respond. I try again. Still no response. I check the wire. The wire is melted.

I hear a massive roaring sound.

I look out my window. I see the edge of the meteor. And then I see no more.

Dead Aaron, become Monty

I type on the message board with Aaron.

PB: CLICK SELECT ALL READY!

Server: I'm sorry. uSERNAMe appears to be offline. Our servers are having some problems with connectivity due to powerful solar flares right now.

PB: you got to be kidding me.

Server: I'm sorry. uSERNAMe appears to be offline. Our servers are having some problems with connectivity due to powerful solar flares right now.

PB: comeon, aaron. Im sorry for yelling.

Server: I'm sorry. uSERNAMe appears to be offline. Our servers are having some problems with connectivity due to powerful solar flares right now.

PB: FUCK!

I sign off of that chat. I refuse to believe the impossible. His internet is probably acting up, like it always does.

My messenger app dings, showing a new message from a contact.

DA: what just happened

PB: My friend just died, that's what.

DA: who

PB: Why should I tell you, you're probably a creepy internet stalker.

DA: you should tell me because were friends

PB: I don't even know your name.

DA: Sorry, I forgot. Relative time is different now. I'm Lea. And look, I'm typing normally, so you know I'm friendly

PB: nice to meet you, Lea, if that's your name.

DA: fineyou want to be a little shiti was offering an olive branch but you rejected it

PB: Listen, for some reason you where right, and this is the end. Now if you don't mind, I have to be the hero.

DA: But you have to make a choicewho will you save next

PB: I'm bringing in my girlfriend Bailey.

DA: oh yeah, your matesprit

PB: My what?

DA: sorry, my badi forgot that you and i havent had that conversation

PB: okay...?

DA: what of patrick

PB: *sighs*

DA: you have to choose

PB: I will bring in bailey, and then have her bring in patrick.

DA: alrightuntil next time

DualApocolypse has ceased talking to you.

I look away from my computer. I may have just indirectly caused my friends death, and I have a creepy internet stalker talking to me. Fucking wonderful.

I message Bailey.

PB: Hey.

MP: hey. have u seen the news?

PB: Yeah. Meteor apocalypse. It's the end of the world.

MP: u shud come over. lets do something fun before we all die.

PB: Okay, that sounds really bad.

MP: How so?

PB: Never mind. And I caused this meteor apocalypse.

MP: impossible. u cant control giant space rocks.

PB: It would be fucking cool if I could. Long story short, I played a game that causes the meteors, drags me to some weird place, saving me from the meteors. I know I sound like a complete crack head, but you have to believe me.

MP: boo, are you drunk?

PB: No. I don't drink that much. Kory's the one that would do something like this.

MP: so what is this about u being saved?

PB: I started playing this, and then right after that the meteors came in. I ate this apple, and then I got here, saving me from the meteor. Anyways, I'm pulling you in. How much money do you have in your account?

MP: i dont have any in it.

PB: Alright. I'm going to wire enough cash to your account so you can buy the server and the client games.

MP: Alright.

I log out, and log into my account. I have sixty bucks sitting in my account. I click on the wire option, and type in the person I want to receive it.

A notification pops up.

Nor/mlp/erson has received your funds

I log into the chat again. I'm about to tell her she has the money now, but the sudden urge to play some awesome dubstep overrides me. I click on the link to one of my favourite songs.

watch?v=9cL49PaRtCE

Nothing like some good destroid to jam out to while the world that I'm no longer in comes to an end.

PB: There. I gave you sixty bucks to but the two copies of the games.

MP: omg. Thank you.

PB: Hey, I'm saving you. No need for thanks. I just want you alive. Download the client first. Tell me when it's done.

MP: alrite.

I sit in my chair, watching Impy. He wakes up because of my music.

"Hey little buddy. You liking the jams?"

He growls what I think is a positive answer.

"Cool. Hey, where's the mau5ball?"

He shrugs his little shoulders.

There's a crunching noise from my wall, and then the mau5ball bursts through my wall.

"What the fuck?" I shout at it. "You we're literally five inches from the door!"

I get up. The distance from the door frame to the hole is less than my hand spread apart. All the mau5ball does is thump.

It flies to my table, and circles around a small object on it. I walk up to it, curious of it's new behavior. Impy watches the ball with a hungry expression. I look at my table, and the mau5ball is circling around my iPod.

"Fuck off" I tell it, and try whacking at it. My hand slides around the mau5ball as if there was a forcefield. The mau5ball turns and looks at me, and then zaps me. "What the fuck?" I jump in surprise. There's a flash of red light, and I'm blown off of my feet.

When I open my eyes, I see a large ghostly figure wearing a mau5head in front of me where the mau5ball used to be. A pair of headphones is around it's neck.

"Hello, boy" It says in a feminine voice.

"Uhm. Hi"

"Boy, you aren't all too intelligent, are you?"

"Well excuse you" I say. "My name isn't boy. I'm Monty"

"Boy, I shall call you Monty. Monty, dispatch that Imp" The figure says, pointing at Impy. Impy looks at the figure, and then shoots me a terrified look.

I pull my sword out. "Why? He's my pet"

"It's not a he, boy. It's an it. A monster who was bred to kill you. Now, kill it"

"For the last time, call me Monty, not boy. And I'm not killing it. He's my pet" Impy keeps looking back between me and the figure each time we say something, as if this was a tennis match.

"Monty, that thing will kill you if it get's the chance"

"No, I'm not killing it. All it want's to do is eat"

"Boy, I command you to kill it"

"How about I kill you instead?" I snap back at it.

"That is impossible" It says aloofly, "You can't kill me"

"Try me" I say.

I rush at the figure, sword to my side. Once I'm within range, I deliver a brutal upwards backhand slash at it. It should have cut it in half.

But the sword goes right through him. I swing again, a downwards forehand. Nothing. I deliver a wide sweep parallel to the ground.

The figure glows orange, and shoots a beam at me. I dive out of the way. The beam continues onward, and shoots a hole in my floor.

I swing my sword at it again, and it retreats. I swing again. I miss, and my sword slices my flat screen in half. Sparks fly. The figure tries to not touch any of them, but whenever a spark does touch the figure, it crackles and fades.

I jab straight at it. My sword goes straight through it again, and I continue onwards. My forward momentum is too great. My sword hits my wall, and imbeds itself. I must have run into a wire, as a shock runs up through my arm. I'm about to let go of the sword handle, but an idea forms in my head.

I ignore the pain, and reach for the figure. The power is making my head pound, but I reach for the figure. I feel it's slippery texture. The pain from the electricity is gone. I let go of my sword, and look at my hand. The skin is burnt black. I look at the sprite.

The once bright orange figure is laying on the ground, a dull, almost black color. I smile. Ain't no ghostly figure gonna tell me to kill Impy.

The figures skin crackles with black sparks. It picks itself up off the ground.

"Sorry, Master" It says in a different voice.

I smile. "Master. Now that's more like it"

"We will not force you to kill the imp. We will submit to you, and offer you advice"

"Alright" My computer beeps. "Hold your thoughts on humble gratitude. I have to talk to my friends"

MP: alright, my client program has finished. now what?

PB: I'm going to send you an invite. Click accept, and do what I tell you if you want to live.

MP: im surprised u arent pointing a gun at me and saying 'this is a stickup!' with how that last sentence sounded. hehe.

I send a request to be her server. A few seconds pass, and she clicks accept.

A menu pops up. I click start.

The screen pulses, and a pentagram slowly rotates on the screen. The screen fades to black, and then I have a view of Bailey's room.

I plop down all the necessary devices she needs. They seem to have zero requirements. I pick up her dryer with my cursor, and bring it over the cruxtrite extruder, which is what the game calls the thing with the pole in the middle of it. I drop the dryer, and it lands on top of the pole. The lid pops off. Out flies a blue and white ball and an orange bar, similar to my blue dowel. I hover my cursor over the orange dowel. 'Cruxtrite Dowel' it says.

PB: Alright, you need to bring that orange bar to the thing that looks like a potters wheel, and then hit the button on it. That will carve the bar into a shape, and then you bring it the the flat platform machine. There's a stand on it to the side. You place the bar there, and it will grow this tree. An apple will fall from that tree, and you need to eat the apple. That's how I got in.

MP: alrite. wut r u goin 2 do?

PB: I gotta find Forrest. He's missing, and I already lost someone today. I can't take another death.

MP: o no! who els died?

PB: Aaron. Scotty wanted me to bring Aaron in first. But I failed.

MP: im shur there was nothin u cud do about it. dont beat urself up ovr it, k?

PB: Alright. Fine. Whatever. But I still gotta find Forrest.

MP: alrite. go be the savior, kk?

PB: Yeah. Although I don't know if I want the responsibility of being the hero.

MP: y not?

PB: Coz every time something bad starts happening, who's gonna be called to fix it? Me. And I'm not hero type. Scotty's the one who started all this. He's the hero, I'm not.

MP: wel, ur my hero.

PB: Heh. Well, I'm off to explore my weird land, and find where Forrest is hiding.

I stand up from the computer.

"What are you going to do now, Master?" The figure says.

"Sirah" I say. "That's why your voice sounds so vaguely familiar. That's Sirah's voice"

"Correct Master. We have Sirah's voice because we prototyped with your iPod"

"Hold up. You've been saying we. Can I get an explanation?"

"Well, we were originally one entity. But that shock you gave us split us in two. We know have two different personalities" the figure says, as if that was a good thing.

"Is that why you turned black?"

"Very smart, Master. I am the side that is humble, and provides whatever is asked for, although some information we are required to give in riddles. The other side is the side that you saw earlier, the one that will tell you what to do. She is orange, and I am black"

"Great. I have a split personality whatever-the-fuck-you-are"

"Yes" Orange sparks start crackling across the figures surface. "And she is currently fighting to control our ethereal body"

"Wonderful. What are you?"

"We are your sprite" She pulses in between orange and black, and finally settles on Orange. "You're not that bright, are you boy?"

"Whatever. What should I call you?"

"We are the Mau5pod Sprite"

"I'm just calling you sprite" I walk out the door. I see Impy looking at me, scared to be left alone with the sprite who ordered me to kill him a while ago. "Come along, Impy!"

Impy bounds off my bed, and walks beside me. I grab my two sword. I strap a belt around my waist. There's a sheath for the longer one of the swords. I stick my longsword in it, and carry my sword in my left hand. I'm a righty for most things, but I'm a left handed swordsman.

I walk down the hall, and out the front door. I wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. It's not as dark as it seemed out my window. The blue planet/moon casts enough light to see by, although everything has a grey tint. The land seems mostly flat, although some patches seem darker. Those patches have a living quality to them, and they're moving towards the house. I look at Impy. He's bearing his teeth at them, and growling.

"Looks like we're in for a fight, eh?" I ask him. He growls. I pull the other sword out of it's sheath. I switch my shorter sword to my right hand, and hold the long sword in my left hand.

I love my 2Xsword strife modus.