A/N: Welcome to the first installment of "Of Game Consoles and Controllers". I'll try to make this as interesting as possible. I'll try not to make you want to rip the OC's neck like some stories. I'm really not sure if there's going to be real OC x Character here…
I hope I captured Matt well. I imaged him being puppy-like and childish so yeah, sorry.-.
I don't own Death Note or any of these characters except for my OC, Pixel.
Please enjoy and please review. Don't hate, I know you all have the capability of criticizing and maintaining etiquette at the same time. Yeah, do that. I know this chapter is kind of short compared to upcoming ones but I kind of was in a rush to get this out before I was internet-less.
Hell no. Like hell I'm going to lose. Thoughts raced through Matt's head after explosion after explosion as he raced through the raging flames, trying to bat away the smoke and ashes dancing in the air. Throbbing sounds of his heart took over and that was all he heard. None of the sirens or screaming of other panic filled people. All he cared about was himself now.
Footsteps filed behind him and he caught a glance of him through his orange tinted goggles.
'These damn cops can't hop off my ass now, can they?' He swore to himself.
Careful not to drop his gun, he shot the cop until he took a last cry of struggle and fell to the floor, but Matt was out of there before his blood could even hit the ground.
Corners and corners of corridors passed before he was officially lost by the people chasing him and he took a minute to catch his breath and wipe the slick blood off of his hands and on his jeans. 'Wouldn't want to risk anyone finding blood marks here' He thought.
Sighing, he looked up and the flashing red lights pulsed through his head and he blinked in headache. About to run for it again, a sharp voice cut through the air.
"Found you."
Before he could react, bullets sliced the air and cut through his body with precision and he red filled his eyes, then black before words appeared in front of him.
Game over.
"Damn you, DAMN YOU!" He yelled furiously at the PC screen before resorting to pounding his fists on the poor table. "I was so close! I WAS SO CLOSE!" he began dramatically fake sobbing, waking Mello up since it was basically three in the morning.
SLAM. The blonde's bedroom door opened up the crack that was already there from previous door slamming. His eyes were hidden by his bangs and it was giving off a seriously creepy aura.
Matt stopped mid-sentence and glanced at him, and actually felt scared. Mello was scarier than any boss or cyborg he's ever encountered.
"Go. To. Sleep." Mello said forcefully and between teeth. Phew, no lives lost.
Not realizing how lucky he had been, Matt whined to Mello. "Mello! It isn't fair. I've been playing this stupid game and the same android caught me and killed me! It isn't fair!" He said, accusingly pointing at the screen which zoomed in on his murderer's face.
Mello simply gave him an unamused look and then snorted. "Why don't you build a robot and then beat the living crap out of it, then?" He was kidding, but I don't think Mello realized it because once he went to bed, Matt immediately began pulling out piles and piles of metal and screws from his previous failure of inventions.
A few hours later, Mello woke up and Matt had completed a skeleton of an android which was in the frame of a girl. Mello walked up to the creation and prodded it suspiciously with his finger.
"What in hell's name is this?" he demanded from the poor gamer who had obvious rings of darkness under his eyes and red marks from having his goggles on for too long, and grease and burn marks from melting and fitting metal to its perfect size.
"It's the robot you told me to build!" He said triumphantly with a thumbs up.
Mello smacked his forehead and dragged his hand down his face, cringing at the red head's lack of common sense and ability to detect sarcasm.
"I'm trying to find some skin-like material to order online to build it…" he preceded scrolling down the webpage selling mechanical crap that Mello thought was trash.
"We don't need any more of the crap you tried building and failed in this place." Mello said bluntly, kicking the robot with his boots.
Matt frowned at him. "Don't be jealous because you can't even get a girl when I can make one!" Matt teased.
Mello fumed and shoved the robot over, which Matt dove and saved.
"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR A GIRLFRIEND." Mello defended himself furiously while slamming his fists into the table.
Matt grinned and stretched out a "Suuuureeee." Before selecting an alabaster colored robot skin to order.
Matt leaned back and stretched cat-like and let out an unattractive grunt-like sigh. Mello threw a pillow at him before he went to the kitchen and grabbed something to eat.
He decided he was bored and went on his PC to play again and see if he had any luck this time. After swiftly beating the levels previous to the one troubling Matt (since he beat them like, fifty times ) he paused the game and sat on the floor to do stretching exercises, reaching the tips of his shoes which were placed in front of him.
Mello walked in once again after completing his work in the kitchen and stared hard at the gamer. Matt continued to stretch and count to himself "One two three four... One two three four…"
"You're ridiculous…" Mello commented on his behavior before ultimately deciding to leave the gamer alone because he knew Matt wouldn't win.
A few days later…
"NO!" Matt cried as Mello detached his hands from the keyboard "I'M SO CLOSE TO BEATING HER I KNOW IT!" He had been nonstop playing, only to get up to receive food or to use the bathroom. Mello growled and smacked his hands off the mouse, fed up with the gamer getting depressed after losing and waking him up and then screaming and shouting with determination.
"Get off your lazy ass and go do something!" the blonde yelled, unplugging the computer once and for all. Matt pawed after the monitor being carried away by the older male and started whining even more, uncontrollably. The author could not be inclined to write this down, since it was too much for the audience even to handle.
The door bell rang and Mello practically ripped it off its hinges when he opened the door, still in rage mode. "What?" he growled at the innocent mailman.
He shakily held out a large box and with a tip of his hat, ran the hell out of there while Mello kicked the door closed after him.
He dumped the contents of the box out which included more robot parts, robot skins, and a wig. Mello snorted and kicked them over to where Matt was hyperventilating before leaving to study and read in his room.
It took Matt a while to realize they were there, but once he did he marveled and took each part and looked them over in both of his hands as if they were Christmas gifts and immediately went to work on his robot, making sure everything was put and build precisely so he could actually imagine it was her and then beat the living crap out of it the same way it beat the living crap out of him.