The game was uninteresting compared to every other shooter she'd picked out of the gutters.
She lay on her bed bored as hell, thinking of the game she'd left there. "What the hell made me buy this dumb shit again?" She asked herself with a sigh.
"Hah..." A voice said.
Luna looked around. "OK who said that? Who's there?"
The voice ignored her and went on. "Oh, the teenage years..."
"OK SHUT UP!" Luna sez. Blood gushes out of her underwear.
"...Being completely ignorant to everything, and clinging to the silly notion that you're a special little snowflake..."
Luna stomped and shook her fists, sobbing. "BUT I AM SPECIAL! I'M A BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY AND POPULAR AND BEAUTIFUL AND POPULAR AND YOU'RE JEALOUS OF MEEEE!11"
"...But look and see: all those unique snowflakes look exactly like each other unless you've got them under a microscope."
Luna threw her phone because she was mad and trashed her room. "I'm original and unique and have a million followers on Facebook and everyone wants to be just like me...:" She whined sadly, cowering in the corner.
"No one wants to be you, Luna. By trying to be a somebody, you've become bland and useless. Be yourself."
She "NO! I HATE MYSELF! THIS IS ME!" She pointed at a picture of a generic, typical body-type (badly porportioned and disgustingly skimpy) model pinup she worshipped every morning. "I'M POPULAR AND BEAUTIFUL AND PO-"
"To use your own words, I'd tell you this... SHUT THE FUCK UP."
"NOOOO LIEK U LEAV MAI ROOM!111" She screamed.
"Oh, I'll leave..." A wierd dragonish-looking thing appeared. It wrapped its arms around Luna, who screamed. Her obnoxiously high voice shattered the TV screen and enormous mirror before she went unconsious. "Now, to find a way to torture this little curse on fanfiction..." The creature looked through Luna's memories of the earlier day. "Not Sonic. That would be cruel even for me..." Her vision continued. The final game before Call of Duty 5262019. "Super Mario Bros..." It looked to Luna's enormous setup of Xbox stuff. Nothing under M rating. "It's perfect. The author would be pleased."
Volchellsky clawed open a dimensional portal and chucked the Mary Sue in. He/she wiped his/her paws as if he/she had touched something disgusting. "That's because I did." He/she growls to no one in particular. Then the creature vanishes, laughing to him/her-self.