Virtual Bois Chapter 1: Edge, an undertale fanfic

Virtual Bois~ Chapter 1

Author Notes: Squeee story/one shot number 175. Holy hana this is insane! And with that insanity i(Mako) get to pick the one shot/series to upload to celebrate. What better then one of my fav games of all time? I do not Undertale~

3rd P.O.V

It's been a year since she first started playing this game, and to be honest, it never gets old for her to just put on her headset, grab her mouse and keyboard and just play. But today something different happened...usually she would just bs, level up and check out a dungeon.

But today she actually was challenged to a duel. Shrugging she accept it. "Alrighty, let's see watcha got." Her eyes widened the moment she saw both of their characters on the loading screen. "Ohhh he looks cool~"

HolyHanaSpirit versus Edgelord777.

She stood only a few yards from her opponent. He was certainly intimidating with the gleaming red eyes that could be seen through the helmet. No doubt this guy buffed out all his customization stats as far as they could go to make it a dark knight character.

Wearing black, red and silver armor, reminding her of one of the characters in one of her fighting video games. And compared to her midsized, lean female character, Nightmare whom this guy looked like, was huge.

"I WILL SLAY YOU!" Was what his text bubble said, and despite his physical appearance, Spirit wasn't too sure if he was as powerful as he'd like others to believe. Her character alone confirmed her firm belief that looks can be quite deceiving.

It took a lot of time to pick and make in what was in her mind the perfect outfit for her game character. Dressed in strapless wolf hide top and shorts in shades of white and red with assorted colored bone beaded bracelets and even an array of feathers and beads intertwined into her mid back length dirty blonde hair.

Needless to say twenty-one year old Spirit was quite proud of herself when she finished her customized player. In the mmorpg MoonLightGraves, there was quite the in depth lore and story for a game that was a simple pick a side and try to win a three way war.

In general Spirit had a love for deep meaningful stories and was quite the fan of history so this was the game for her~ Not even counting how easy it was for her to level up with all the time she had on her hands. "YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME YOU PATHETIC CRETIN!"

With that in mind she wasn't sure if she should've accepted Edgelords random challenge request. Spirit didn't even realize that he was a rookie player until she found herself standing across from Edgelords avatar in the arena. Because seriously...he was a level 1 and she was a level 42...it just wasn't fair.

Granted it took more than just levels to decide a match. Actually there were a lot of factors, weapon damage and abilities, spells that can be learned, armor defenses, not even counting the stats that anyone can pick and choose to increase.

"What makes you say that?" This game was based on strategy and preference, and to Spirit it was almost perfect, all she needed was an event or somesuch where she could get a riding companion/familiar and she'd be golden.

"BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO CHANCE AGAINST THE TERRIBLE EDGE. NOW LET ME CUT YOU!" Currently he was wielding a double handed axe, the heaviest weapon category one can equip in the whole game. The weapon itself would've explained why his character was built so big and muscular.

Something not too many people realized when MLG first came out was ones choice in armor, weapons and the like weren't based on what race or even gender in the characters' customization.

No, it was based on one's physical stats, which to Spirit at least made sense. A small child like character would- like in the real world have a huge problem lifting up something that was not only larger, but probably heavier.

Literally a petite avatar would have to max out all of their strength stats to use any type of bulky weapon such as an ax. Where as more muscular, weighty build players don't have to add as much points in strength to lift the same ax.

Still...Edgelord must've pumped all his character points onto his physical stat on top of his character build to wield that beast of a weapon. Now even before she finished setting up her account Spirit had no interest in being a seriously slow but heavy damage player.

So she was glad she based her avatar on herself, where her fighting style could be made for speed and stealth. That is what was leading to her slight advantage as she nimbly moved left and right, faster than her opponent could swing his weapon.

"GRR HOLD STILL DAMMIT!" Her response was taking out her chakrams and blocking the hits from the heavy armored man. "No! I'm not going to let you just hit me dude."

From time to time she would glance up on the upper portion of her screen, taking account of the damage she was taking from his hits. The way things were going she was probably going to break her mouse with all the rapid fire clicking she was doing to dodge.

It felt like she was in a wack a mole game. Only her enemy was wielding ax and she was the mole. If this was real it would've slice her to bits. Even in a game she didn't like the idea of pain, even though he was barely dishing out any anyways.

The clock was ticking too, as much as she would love to drag this battle on in the beautiful midnight secret rose garden stage, she had to end this soon. It was getting late into the evening and she still had to make dinner. Plus with all the crap this guy was spewing...she wanted to win.

"Alright...special move. Crimson Blitz~" God she loved this animation, watching her character backflip three times away from her enemy, gripping tightly to her sharpened discs she lands on the balls of her feet, her body scrunched up slightly.

Only for her to push forward into a series of cartwheels. "WH-WHAT!?" He was unable to move out of her line of sight, and she easily slashed through his armor, immediately twisting around to strike again. Over and over, she was dashing in all directions with him as her target.

The chakrams special attack is supposed to land 10 hits before fading away, but it didn't matter. It only took one, and his meter went down so fast that he was left screeching in rage. She won the match with barely any damage in like 2 minutes.

Kicking both of them out of the fight. "Uh oh..." Not even a minute later she receives a pm on her monitor. Hesitatingly she opens it, reading the message sent to her.

"I CHALLENGE YOU ONCE MORE! I REFUSE TO LOSE TO SUCH A WEAKLING."

"This guys off his rocker...really?" Her hands danced across her keyboard as she immediately typed up her reply to him. She hoped this guy would read it, and leave her alone.

"Not interested, and anyways I gotta head off so I can do stuff."

The moment she sent it, Spirit logged out, taking off her head set with an exasperated sigh. "Man he was rude. Rookies..." Gently placing her equipment down she stood, stretching before leaving to go cook. "Hopefully he'll be gone by the time i get back on." She whistles a tune, hopping down the stairs.

The next day...

"Dude...are you kidding me?" It was early in the morning now, it turned out after dinner she actually did have a crap ton to do. A crap ton of laundry actually. And though she had a washer and dryer at the house...she had no detergent.

Which led her to go shopping at like 8 at night. By the time she grabbed the stuff and finally got to washing her clothes it was too late for her to even want to go back on. So she just stuck all of her crap in the dryer and went to bed.

Luckily Spirit set an alarm so she could get up early and take said stuff out to make sure they weren't damp before folding them up. There were many times where she was so glad to work from home, and this was one of them.

Because the moment she finished her laundry duties and grabbed breakfast, she went immediately to her game room and put on that headset. But she found herself already frustrated when she saw so many pms in her inbox.

And of course all of them from Edgelord. For a moment she mulls over the thirty-six messages. "Do I really wanna open all of them up and read what probably will be him insulting me and challenging me? Or do I delete them all and hope I never see him again...decisions, decision."

She decides on a compromise, scanning the subjects to see if there was anything that stood out, and out of all thirty-six, there was only four based on the titles that sounded different. Of course they were the last of the messages. Titled "FLEE" "TROUBLE" "BROTHER" and finally "ASSISTANCE."