Disclaimer: I don't own the properties used in this story

Forgot to say that this will be taking place probably before the events of Ready Player One and I am making some stuff up to fill in any gaps left by the novel/movie- including a few OC's (if they could be called that) for some interactions.

Enjoy?

Also- I apologise in advance for my butchering of Kurt's accent

H

Newcomers in the OASIS were young, the youngest being anywhere from 5-6 years of age, and though you couldn't know exactly, their mannerisms and height, the latter being decided upon by parent still wanting to be in charge, gave them away.

Which is why this newcomer stood out. He had appeared for only a moment before logging out again, but the glowing name tag above his head, something only newcomers had for the first 24 hours of game time, caught H's eye as she had walked past.

Nightcrawler

She wasn't one to poke her nose into other people's business, she preferred not to. She had better things to worry about, like running over as many Sixers as possible during the upcoming race.

But she was curious, and had a few minutes to spare, so bringing up a screen she typed in the name.

Nightcrawler

Joined the OASIS 3 hours ago

Last entry: 5 minutes ago

Employment:

Achievements:

Titles:

A small replica of his avatar appeared below.

She pulled up another screen to contact Parzival.

"Hey man where are you? Race is starting soon and it's the last one for today" Parzival was already on the track, as per usual it seemed he had chosen to start at the back where he could scrounge some coins.

"On my way" she replied, "check out this dude though" she said as she sent him the link to the file.

"What about him" he responded after flicking through the file, "I mean he has a cool avatar and all but what about him?"

"Isn't it weird that he's just joined the OASIS?"

Parizval raised an eyebrow,

"I mean, he could've just been some kid with chill parents"

"What kid choses to look like that?" H responded, "they choose extremes, either huge monster things or princesses, not refined and thought out avatars"

"You're looking into this way too much man" Parizval laughed, shaking his head, "see you on the track"

The call ended.

"Sure, looking into it way too much, says the guy who analyses every part of the Halliday journals" H huffed, before starting a light jog in the direction of the portal needed to take him to the racetrack.

Kurt

With a yawn he blearily opened his eyes. It was early morning, the light just starting to seep through the slats on his window.

His home consisted of a single room, in one corner a small fridge stood humming, next to it a small hot plate held together with duct tape. He even had a small balcony, which he had covered with potted plants and veggies, allowing him to grow most of his food.

Of course he never went out onto it during the day, never left the room during the day if he could help it. Night was when he ventured out, stealing what he couldn't afford or make himself, stretching his legs by running across the tops of the stacks.

It was dangerous, but less so than if he did it in daylight.

Unfurling from his sleeping position he stretched. After a handstand and a backflip he felt as if the blood was starting to reach his sleep addled brain, and set about making himself a sizeable breakfast.

Of course, it was sizeable for a normal persons breakfast, even before the catastrophes, but to his heightened metabolism it wasn't enough.

He couldn't afford more though, couldn't get more, unless he was willing to risk going outside.

Hell would freeze over before that happened, and he had another task to complete.

Exploring the OASIS.

Pulling on the gloves, he tested the makeshift treadmill, and entered.

He blinked a few times, despite the early hour hundreds still milled around what could only be described as the centre of the OASIS.

He took a few steps forward, the situation feeling utterly surreal.

No one paid him attention, in fact he was hardly the weirdest looking biped in the area. The though made him giddy.

He spent hours wandering, going no where, reveling in the fact he was walking around people and that not one of the turned to him and screamed.

He wasn't looking where he was going, too in awe of his surroundings, so it wasn't a surprise when he bumped into the side of another person.

"Watch where you're going pipsqueak" the avatar growled, he had the face of a goblin with broad shoulders and armoured head to toe, a battle axe glinting menacingly at his hip.

"I apologise mein friend, I vas-" he began saying,

"Listen to this guy, what the hell are you saying?" The goblin turned to his friends as he spoke, and they jeered in response.

"If you honeztly cannot underztand mein accent, I zink you may vantto get your hearing checked" Kurt answered, he had nothing to loose if his avatar was destroyed, and despite the track of the conversation part of him was incredibly excited at the fact he was talking to someone.

"What the hell did you just say to me" the goblin growled at him, unhooking his axe from his belt.

A warning bubble popped up in front of him;

Oasis used Murd3r3r_0f_M0rtals this is a non PvP zone, breaching this rule will result in a 24 hour suspension

The goblin, Murd3r3r, spat in the direction of the warning as it disappeared.

"Watch your back..." his eyes glanced up to the name tag, which had begun to fade slightly, "Nightcrawler, because as soon as you go out there, your blue furry hides mine"

As soon as Murd3r3r stalked off, Kurt began laughing, so much so that tears streamed out of his eyes in the real world.

Sure regular people could have such bravado, but when they met him it was usually replaced with stone cold fear.

Murd3r3r hadn't been scared.

Regaining composure, he turned to walk in another direction, only to be confronted with two avatars.

One was tall and muscled, with a strange robotic midsection and arm, and a nose pressed flat against the pink purple skin of their face. The second was shorter, and practically human if one looked past the white skin and hair, and the blue lines which decorated his arms and face.

"Dude, you've got guts" the shorter one said, "my buddy here, H" he gestured to the one beside him, "saw you when you joined yesterday, and got curious"

The taller one, H, waved at him, and a slightly confused Kurt waved back.

"I'm Parizval"

"Vell it'z nice to meet you" he grinned, "and all I did vas talk"

Both of them laughed at the response,

"Bro you've barely been here for an hour and already made yourself an enemy" H grinned, "I'm impressed"

Kurt shrugged, "it doezn't explain vhy you vere curiouz az to my appearance in ze OASIS"

"Because people join when they're kids" H replied, "and you don't talk like a kid"

"I guess I never got around to it" Kurt shrugged, "care to show me how zings vork here?"

Parizval looked at his wrist, a small screen popped up.

"Have to show you another time, the race is coming up" he grinned,

Kurt titled his head,

"Vhat race?"

And there you have it- second chapter

Any tips on Kurt's accent are appreciated!

Review if you wish- but please don't flame, I'm not fire resistant