Searching for the Listener
The girl smiled has she played her newest game obession, Skyrim. She bought the game when it first came out, and she eventually played through the Dark Brotherhood questline and fell in love with it and a certain Jester. Creating new files, playing though the questline again and again, hours a day she spent on it. Always sparing the Jester, choosing Sweetrolls or Carrots in the ingreidents when she played through the murder the emperor contract. She loved the Jester, Cicero,or Cice has she called him, she even sometimes responded to the tv whenever he spoke.
"Lets kill someone~!" came the cheerful voice. She laughed "Of course Cicero~!" she agreed quickly, before leading off the jester to find some people to kill. While on the killing spree, she yelped when the game suddenly cut off "What th-"
"Go on squirt. Go to your room, im watching Tv." Her older brother said, she pouted "But i was doing something!"
"To bad" He said, taking the remote and flopping down onto the couch. She scrowled and got up and started walking to her room. Her brother turn ed on the tv and has he did, she could of sworn she heard Ciceros voice saying 'What can i do for you oh great Listener~?' she looked back at the T.V and shook her head. 'Man i have been playing to much skyrim' she thought has she walked into her room.
This incident occured for months, wethier it was someone turning on the tv, turning the channel, turning off the tv, even talking on the phone. She heard his voice, EVERYWHERE and it didnt help she sometimes saw shadows out of the corner of her eye. She even had to put down Skyrim for a while to try to see if it was just the game affecting her mind.
"Its time to go to bed!" she heard her mother called
"Yes Mom!" She called back, quickly changing into her pajamas and switching out her light and flopping down on her bed, snuggling under the covers before falling asleep.
"Hey, Its time to wake up sleepy head!" she heard a voice call, it couldnt of been morning already could it? She had just closed her eyes and now someone was trying to wake her up.
"Cicero said its time to wake up!" the voice came again, she was about ready to get up and sma-Wait did he just say Cicero? Oh this had to be a dream. Still she sat up like a lighting bolt just struck her, her eyes quietly adjusting to the darkness. When her eyes finally adjusted to the dark, she saw a man with shoulder length bright red hair and amber eyes in a jesters costume just staring her in the face