Game: Mystic Messenger
Character: V
Game I put him in: Layers of Fear

"Ah, thank you for choosing a game where I can sit close to the screen." V smiled as you both sat close to each other on the couch as you held your laptop on your lap.

"It's no big deal. They were having a sale and I figured you might like this game." Truthfully you had watched one of your favorite YouTubers play this game and the moment you saw the title screen a certain turquoise eyed man popped in your mind. You pressed the options button upping the brightness for V's sake, sure it hurt your eyes but it just didn't matter to you.

The game started, it was about an artist who was going around his mansion piecing together parts of his life while being mentally damaged by all the strange mental hallucinations he was undergoing. V cringed. "He used human blood as paint…"

"I know. It's worse when he describes it. How he suctioned it out. And it makes you think where he got all the blood. You know? Like was it just one person or a whole village of them?"

"He's not Dracula." V chuckled as he scooted closer to you.

Your relationship was complicated to say the least. There were parts of him that was still mending and others that seemed completely broken. It was taking time and although it was sometimes painful the comfort of his mere presence never made you doubt yourself. V was somewhat simple. When he didn't want to talk about something he used a roundabout way of changing the subject. When he wanted to know something about you he genuinely gave you his full attention. Each part of you was like a painting. It had to be admired and each stroke of brilliance had to be appreciated. He seemed hesitant at first to accept your kindness as something more than just a girl trying to be friendly. But eventually he began to believe, maybe even hope, that your intentions were pure.

V didn't seem to jump as much as you did at the jump scares. "Ah, about two centimeters higher than last time." He laughed. "That one must have really gotten to you."

"Unlike you, I don't have a will made of steel. Plus it's different when your playing." You pouted a bit as you bit back a smile. "Besides the wife is just creepy, I hate it when ghosts move like that."

"What? Like this?" He began to twitch uncontrollably.

"St-stop! Ugh! No!" You shuddered at the mere thought of ghost V.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to want to…JOIN ME?!"

You paused the game before lightly pushing him away. "Staaap. It's creepy!"

V moved closer his breath touching your nose. "So you won't join me?"

You felt a blush creep onto your skin. "M-maybe…"

"Got you." V smiled poking your forehead. "You fell for my seduction tricks. Now you're forever to live as a crawling ghost. Like the Grudge."

"UGH no way!" You felt a sliver of disappointment crawl in your heart. "Just thinking about it…ew." You raised your legs off the floor readjusting yourself. "Oh sorry." You muttered as your hair brushed against his chest. "I was trying to situate myself."

He was silent for a second. "It's fine." He said kindly.

Awkward. Sometimes that's how things were. You knew you had to take things slow but a part of you, a devilish part, wanted to break free and take a hold of him. "Okay better! I'm safe from crawling ghosts! Nothing can catch me now!"

"Except the ceiling ones." He smirked.

"Why would you say that…" You whined as you resumed the game.

You walked into a child's room.

"It's just so off putting." V chuckled. "Normally children's rooms convey a sense of innocence but here…it's just creepy."

You smiled, you knew what was coming up. "Well it is a horror game." You picked up the key for the music box that was shedding off some light in the shape of animals in the room.

"Still I-" You turned the key and the room started spinning slowly. It passed the painting of a dog. "Some of the dolls are missing… the dogs gone. It's getting really dark in here."

You felt yourself smiling. This seemed to be the most disturbed since you began playing the game. So V doesn't like cutesy things being creepy huh?

He moved closer as he saw the toys moving on their own. Some were looking at your others twitched uncontrollably as if they were trying to break themselves. It spend again. You saw a baby doll banging its head against a crib. "Pfft." You stifled a laugh.

"…I can't believe your laughing." He spoke deadpan as you felt his arms prickle in fear. It suddenly occurred to you how close the both of you were.

A child's drawing replaced the portrait of the wall, then it was covered in paint, then the words talentless were written over it. "No one is talentless." V suddenly said. "Everyone has a purpose no matter what it is everyone is special and equal. Maybe it has to do with a job or maybe…your meant to exist so you can heal others." You could feel his hands slightly touch your arms. He wanted to reach out to you but still, those broken pieces in him weren't ready to be swept away. "Ugh I feel kind of nauseous." He quickly changed the subject.

"Ah, slowly pinpoint right here," you pointed to the tiny reticule on the screen, "and then slowly close your eyes and breath in and out like your doing yoga."

He did just so. "That feels better thank you. I thought ggk!?" The room was filled with baby dolls, some hanging from the ceiling , others piled on the floor. A giant baby doll head was in the middle of the room crying. "Okay…" V breathed out. "I feel like…hmmm…yeah. I feel like I got the whole experience."

"Ha ha ha!" You paused the game. "I guess that's your limit?"

V smiled as he stretched. "I didn't even know that type of horror scared me. I was fine until then."

"Well I don't want to leave you here alone after that. Should I put on some tea before I go?" You closed your laptop.

V slowly stood up. "Yes that'd be nice…" He gripped his sweater sleeve tightly in his hand. "And could you…also…read to me? You're voice is so soothing, I think it'd be…relaxing to have you here for a while longer." You could see faint tinges of a blush on his face as he looked away from you.

"Of course." You smiled.