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It was a cold, late afternoon and Mr. Litwak wanted to close up the arcade early for the day since the heating system was on the fizz's again and need some of its parts replaced.
As the kind middle-age owner locked his doors a strange figure was hiding just outside his field of vision as he walk away. The figure carefully made its way to the side entrance of the arcade, that the owner unfortunately forgot to lock as well.
Once inside he quickly and carefully place his backpack on the ground and took from it a toolbox containing various tools that seem close the end of there lifespan.
The intruder browsed through the various collection of arcade game machines that laid before him. Spy Hunter, Tron, ReRave, Tapper, and so many more new and classical games litter the place.
Finally the stranger laid eyes on a suitable game for testing, "Sugar Rush!".
"I can't believe I have to resort to this...this diabetic game.", he said as it opened the toolbox. "But it is still new I guess, and no one will suspect anything out the ordinary." justifying his reason of selection.
He took a out a screwdriver and removed the screws securing a panel to the left side of the arcade machine. Then he gently pried the panel off, and attached a wire from his remote control console to one of the revealing wires of the machine.
He struggled as he started turning the heavy contraption to its open back , then got to work reprogramming the CPU.
After hours of reprogramming and patching the game he turned on the connecting console and view the game through it.
"Finally, its works!" he said admiring his accomplishment.
His console allowed him to view the sugar coated world before him.
He also noticed the game had a day/night cycle feature, which was weird feature to include in a arcade game.
After a while of searching he finally find he personal character implemented in the game.
She had lied on the candy grass field for a moment and slowly rise to her feet. She started to freeze and glitch for a moment as the game was properly processing the codling though its system.
She started to become stable after a few seconds, and observed the world around her.
Surrounded by a large clearing of grass with a candy-apple trees circling it. The various sweet smells tempted she to taste the fruit cocooned in sugary glory.
Picking one of the fallen fruits she bit and savored the amazing sweetly addictive flavors of her small harvest and thought to try the grass next.
But her actions were soon halted by a sudden appearance of a groups of letters in front of her eyes.
Admin: Are you reading this?
He ask, testing out the console.
?: Yes, who the fuck are you?
She said in a slightly irradiated tone.
Admin: I am your creator, and you are my servant.
?: Beat it you annoying fu-
(Mute Enable)
Her was moving her mouth but no sound was heard, nor did words appear in the conversation.
Admin: Now then, you better keep yourself in check, otherwise I will be force to reprogram you. Maybe make you into a NPC that can't talk and only takes orders.
I'm surprise how hostile you are.
Not knowing where to look to direct her protest to, she sat down and close her eyes, which made the haunting words easier to see.
Admin: I have a few objectives for you. You WILL complete them as they arrive. If you fail to complete a task it will count as a strike against you.
For every task you complete flawlessly on TIME I will remove one of your strike but...
If you fail the task or take too long to the point that I have to finish it myself you will be penalized. 5 strikes and your... will don't mess up and you won't need to worry about that.
I'll let your previous out burst slide this time, but keep in mind or in your case your memory storage that your in a kid friendly game.
Swearing is not allow and if your caught too many times the owner may shutdown the game all together, which is bad for you and a load of unwanted work for me.
(Mute Disable)
?: The fudge you want me to do? Wait what?!
Admin: I had to adjust your language configuration. I didn't change all of it, but I trust you will be on your best behavior.
?: *sign* Fine.
Complying to the Admin's demands.
Admin: Not to worry, after this is all over you will be free to do what you wish, as all long as you complete all my tasks, or at least the more important ones.
Hmm... you need a name.
?: ...
Admin: I'll will leave that decision for you.
Seeing that your programed with self-awareness you can have the honor of naming yourself.
Just remember your a candy theme racer so you need a candy theme name, otherwise you will stick out for sure.
I will send a collection of information to your memory storage and let you come up with a sensible name.
Oh and here. items_acc_hand mirror_x1_bind
Within a split second a hand mirror appeared in front of the slightly irritated racer.
The sound of it dropping in front of she startled her enough to open her eyes to inspect the source of the noise.
She glazed at mirror and pick it from the ground, not breaking the line of sight with the charming doppelganger trapped inside.
Light bronze tinted skin.
Shiny black hair with a piece of rope like candy that wrap the back of her medium length hair in a small ponytail.
Black mascara that left a neatly grouped together trail that stop just above her left cheek from are left eye.
Nice. Pretty hazelnut colored eyes...
As she continued to study her body she noticed she had a ...flat chest.
?: Hey! Admin guy whats up with this picture?
The patiently waiting admin quickly responded to the little racer's message.
Admin: What do you mean?
?: My chest is flat as a coffee counter thats what I mean!
Admin: You are modeled as a child like character, it would be weird for you have a bigger breast. Plus it would make you look...sluttish.
?: I may as well be a freakin boy then!
Admin: I could arrange that. ;)
?: Don't do that you ass! Just make them a bit bigger is all, not too noticeable.
Admin: B-size, that the best I can do...
you know for a digital being your quiet bossy.
?: I was coded that way.:p
She playfully implied.
Admin: Heh, I guess your right about that. Well while you continue admiring yourself I want to let you know that I will be recording your actions as you process in this game.
For now your first task is to studies the racers for the next week. Know there strengths and weaknesses. I want you to be able to make a great first impression on them.
After that your first real objective will be transmitted to you.
You can also change your features for now, but be aware that after 24 hours your current appearance will be finalized in the programming of the game.
Good bye.
He closed, and detach the console from the machine.
Soon after he realized that he couldn't stay much long as morning was close by, he quick re-screwed the panel leaving a even smaller version of the console attached and tucked away deep in the wires. Then he turned the heavy machine back in place and packed his various that lied around him.
But then he realized something else,... something he should had took care of before he started this...
"Shit, I forget about the damn cameras." he muddled.
He made his way to a door that only the owner could open.
He picked the tumbler lock but failed many time because it started to rush it.
He took a deep breath to relax and successfully picked the lock. He enter the surveillance room and took out the current tape and replaced it with a earlier used tape from the previous day.
The cameras were going to start recording again in afew minutes so he took this belongs and exited the same way he came.
Meanwhile...
After moments of silence the new racer was sure the Admin as no longer present she continued to inspect she attire.
She wore a purple dress that resembles a gothic styled top that exposed both shoulders and tailored together with black liquorices strings and threading, with black and purple leggings with a indigo cotton candy ring above her both ankles.
She noticed she didn't have matching shoes... or for that matter didn't even have shoes at all.
She thought about what the admin said about her being able to change her looks.
With a single thought, two ankle high black buckle boots appeared on both foots.
Satisfied with her looks she laid in the grassy candy field enjoying the view of the night sky and slowly drifting off to a sound sleep.
-Prolong End-