A solid smack resounded between the virtual flesh and a red message appeared before both person's eyes.
Inappropriate contact
"Gah! That hurt. Hey man, you alright?" I rubbed my forehead and offered my other hand to the player I had run into face first, whose butt was now planted on the ground. His face however, was one of hurt and anger. He rudely batted my hand away and stood up by himself, brushing the non-exsistant dirt off his pants.
"I'm fine," he quipped, attempting to subtley wipe a tear from his eye.
"Hey, buddy. I didn't hit you that hard did I?"
Why was he crying? I really didn't think I hit him that hard.
"Leave me alone. Watch where you're going next time," he glared at me as if the whole ordeal was my fault. I watched him as he turned and made his way into Lexa's shop.
What a dick, I thought as I continued on the path into the forest.
[Lexa's Pov]
Shortly after the door closed, I heard a short commotion from outside, and a strange boy came padding into my shop, a murderous look in his eyes. He didn't wear any armor, but just from the sight of him in my shop I knew this guy was dangerous. He kept eye contact with me, and I backed slowly against the wall where my spear was kept. The fact that he couldn't hurt me as long as we were in the safe zone only made me view him as that much more of a threat. But then he spoke.
"Give me your strongest sword!"
The way he seethed the words through gritted teeth made me completely disregard his blatant, disrespectful tone. I was more than a little taken aback.
"Eh? Um..S-sure," I stammered. I ruffled through a nearby bin of recently made weapons, but honestly I hadn't really made a decent sword in a while. I was still leveling up, so the system's randomness of the quality was still a large factor when making weapons. I turned back to him.
"I-I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't have any high level stuf-"
"I DONT CARE!" He slammed his fists down on the counter, a purple message popping up.
Indestructible object
"I just need the highest damaging weapon you can give me!"
All of the sudden he just crumbled up on the ground and starting crying. No, this wasn't crying. This was sobbing. This was the ugly, heartbreaking sobbing that I understood too much. This poor boy had lost someone he loved very much. Someone who he would never see again. Someone this cruel game had stole away from him. I came around the counter and knelt in front of him, putting my arms around his shoulders. Speaking softly, I tried to console him.
"Why would you want a sword like that?"
"I-I-I'm going to kill them. I will kill them. Every single one of them."
This statement shocked me. Was he planning on murdering someone? A group? Does this player have a personal vendetta against a guild?
"I will kill them all. I will kill them all. I will kill them all," he continued to mutter, like some sort of demonic mantra.
"Who? Honey, who are you wanting to kill? What did they do to you?"
Why was I still consoling this child (at least he looked like a child)? He was talking about killing someone!
"The titans," he spoke.
"Eh?"
"I will kill them all. Every single titan I can find. They killed my sister. I'm going to kill them all"
Sister? I understood now. A boy and his sister, playing an innocent game until it proved to be something else altogether. She must have been his only source of comfort in this world. This poor child must be going under a severe pscychological breakdown. The titans were just particles and polygons made up of data. How could this boy think that killing these titans would solve any problems? It's not like they were alive. It was just basic AI. But regardless, he kept up his sadistic chanting.
"I will kill them all. I will kill them all. I am Eren Jaeger, and I will kill every single titan in the game!"
Author's note: Yup. Eren Jaeger has entered the game! Also, Spoiler alert! Somebody is about to develop a very interesting unique skill.
