What confuses me the most is how perfect the symbol is. It's not jumbled together assets, it looks to be its own unique image. I quickly run through the files, and see something new. Then, before I can click on the image, it gets deleted. Gone, just like that. Like it never existed in the first place.

I keep looking, while in this train of thought. I have a brief look and find a .chr file, named ' '. Odd really, considering all of ours are done in a first name format. I make a copy, and run it through notepad.

Name: Jake Bishop
age: 19
Birthday: 21st December 199X

199X? That was odd. Though I suppose it's easier to give a rough birth year that to provide the exact number and complicate the world by giving it an 'exact time'.

Gender: male
Appearance: -J. -
personality: -

I tried to click the script attachment, but the file size was far too big, and wouldn't translate into any file type.

Hobbies: Videogames, writing, reading, running, F̷r̶i̶n̸g̵e̴ ̵m̸y̸s̶t̷e̶r̵i̴e̷s̵, defending the universe , Cooking, Science, research, computing.

So a corrupted hobby, and something completely redacted. A shame really. I don't possess the tools myself to decrypt any of that.

Theme: 4

or that. I can see it's some sort of music file. Come to think of it; I think I had heard his them before. It was a calming, slightly sombre Acoustic track. Kinda homely actually. I think that's enough hunting for now. I see he's still there, raging at his game. I look over his shoulder. It's a different game, set in a grim atmosphere. He's in control of a knight. He dies a lot. He…Just threw his controller at the door.

"Screw this damn game!" He yells in anger. "Oh but I can complete it with no armour and just roll around like a fucking yule log~" He adds in a mocking tone. I can't help but giggle. He pauses. Whoops. Did he hear me? He looks around for a moment, and Sighs. I follow him as he goes down the stairs. His parents must be asleep, as even in the Kitchen I don't see them.

He's getting himself a drink. I look at the window. Its pitch black outside. I've been here longer than I thought. But, he's worth it. I'm back in my own room now, looking at my belongings. I notice a bookshelf, laden with novels of all shapes and sizes. Unlike before; they were all uniquely named. Lots by a man named 'Charles Dickens'. I spend the rest of the evening reading, with a warm dinner in between. Life has never been so good.

A town, like an old timey town. A Castle. Broken walls, waterfalls. What is this place? I was aware that I was dreaming. But the fact that I was dreaming was incredible. Can A.I even dream? This place was amazing. I felt myself walking down into a fountain plaza, witnessing shining, sparkling water cascade down through gulleys; into alleyways. Something this beautiful could not be of my world.

But even my world isn't mine anymore. That's the wonder of it. Someone out there is doing this; their reasons unknown. But their intentions must be pure, one wouldn't go to all this trouble to create a whole new world from a stub, just to break it again. But this was not the work of 'the Creator'. They would not have wanted this, I don't think. Screw them; they never gave me an ending anyway.

Two youngsters brushed past me. One with fire red hair, the other blue. I couldn't distinguish any facial features, before they disappeared off to the raised section of town. The town was eerily quiet, and yet tranquil. I wandered for a moment longer. A voice called out to me.

"Monika?" I came, muffled and distant. "Monika."
Again, It repeated. I felt and hand over my shoulder. My vision went black, and I woke up in shock.
"G-good morning sleepyhead." My mother chuckled nervously. It was indeed morning. Such a short dream for such a long time. But it was a wonderful glimpse into another reality. Or maybe it was an upcoming update.

"S-sorry." I apologised, sitting up and stretching. I had fallen asleep while reading. I do this often, well in my backstory anyway.
"You'd best get ready quick. Your friends have called for you." She explained, putting a hot mug of tea on my beside cabinet before leaving my room. I sipped at the tea, and took it with me to the shower.

After a quick freshen up; I quickly dressed; and bolted for the door. All of these new experiences were kinda throwing me for a loop. Even my routine's getting meddled with. But I don't mind. There they were at the door, Jake and Sayori. Which is weird, because they'd have to go out of their way to come here, it's not en route to the school or anything for them.

"Good morning!" They greeted, almost in sync. "Jinx!" Jake added, smirking. Sayori pouted in her usual way, clearly knowing the rules of the 'game'. A game we never played before. Notheless, we three walked our way to school, discussing the club and the weather (once Jake had allowed Sayori to speak again, to our amusement).

The first period was math; same as usual. But I had to sit through each lecture, instead of just fast forwarding to the good parts. Not all new things are great, I suppose. But that in itself was still more immersive and fulfilling than the way things were before.

At last; the bell rang for lunch. Class filed out into the lunch hall. I found the literature group congregated on one of the tables, so I joined up with them after buying what I wanted. The lunch hall was always 'there' in the script, but it never really had a screen, map, or any coding of I's own. It was just mentioned and common knowledge.

Speaking of. Before, everything was two Dimensional. Now, three. I hadn't even noticed; but it definitely wasn't like this yesterday. Oh well. I'm with my friends; that's all that matters.