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"And….. Begin!" Tammi exclaimed as she hit the ENTER key. "And there you are BarbieBabe01. Sitting pretty along the beaches of Hawaii while all of those photographers snap pictures of your skinny body and wavy blonde hair-"

"Tammi…" Terrance began, rolling in his chair to look at Tammi's pursed lips and hawk eyes, "She's just code. You have no idea if she looks like that in real life."

"Yeah, you don't know that…" Dylan began, but stopped to take a quick look at BarbieBabe01, which ended up being much longer than expected.

"Dylan," Tammi said, catching onto Dylan's smitten face, "when you're finished drooling, there's another newbie here that needs settling in."

Scrunching up his face like a spoiled child, Dylan settled back into his chair and began typing away again. Tammi couldn't help but turn to Terrance and silently chuckle with him. It's times like these that make Tammi wish she wasn't paired with these two and glad that she was paired with them at the same time. They were… weird like that.

Going back to her computer screen, Tammi automatically received another update.

New player added. Information… Denied.

Tammi did a double-take on the message staring her in the face. What? Denied? How is that?

Information has never been denied. Never.

Something's up, Tammi concluded, and began typing in random numbers to try and see if she could retrieve the information back. After a couple of seconds, she came to her senses and gave up. No sense in pursuing one gamer when there were millions of others waiting to be added. She exited out of her windows and returned to her home screen. She sat with her back erect and her fingers lingering over the keys, waiting for another pop-up to appear any second.

She waited like this.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Nothing.

No pop-ups.

No new players.

No NOTHING.

"Hey," she hollered, settling her head into the palm of her hand, "Any new players come up for either of you?"

"Uh… No, actually," Terrance answered first, scrolling through all of the codes he just entered.

"Nothing here," Dylan called from behind his monitor. "You think Mrs. Ratfield is shutting down the game to add more stuff?"

"If she was, she would've messaged us to alert all players of the game," Tammi reminded him.

"Look on the bright side," Terrance interjected, a cocky grin slowly forming along his face, "at least we get a few free minutes. Want to spy on some of the other players?"

"Yes sir!" Tammi cheered, clapping her hands together in a fan girl fashion. And with that, she hopped out of her chair and scurried over to Terrance's desk. She was, soon, followed by Dylan, who gave a short "Damn straight!" in response.

And with that, the three teenagers were crouched over Terrance's computer screen, taking a look through all of the game's secret security cameras.

As another way to "keep up" with current members of "MyAlternative", Mrs. Ratfield installed cameras into every lamppost, mailbox, and street corner in the game. If any funny business went on (secret online drug deals, cyber bullying, etc.), Tammi, Terrance, and Dylan were given permission to inform the gamer of what the situation was and terminate all information and coding of that gamer. In short, the cameras were only to be used for emergencies. Although such emergencies never happened.

Which is why the three troublemakers couldn't help but peek in on them every now and then to see all of the weirdos and wannabes. Right now, they were watching a Mexican thug try to pick up a hot, rich girl outside the MyDiner all while secretly scratching his behind. They just laughed and laughed their asses off. It was amazing how crazy the characters could act, and made them wonder if maybe it was a reflection of the gamer as a real person.

"Oh! Look! Look! Look!" Dylan exclaimed, pointing to camera number thirteen. Terrance zoomed in on it, and nearly fell out of his chair at the sight. There was a grown man sitting on a bus bench, eating a sandwich,… with no pants on.

Tammi held her stomach in as tears came up in her eyes. "Workaholic. Definitely!" she exclaimed. "Definitely," the boys repeated in between gasps for air.

Just as Tammi was lifting her head up and catching her breath, she caught sight of camera four and squinted her eyes for a moment. She couldn't be seeing things. It couldn't be.

"Hey," she said, seriously, "check out camera four."

"Ok," Terrance answered, giving out one last chuckle before zooming in. The sight that laid in front of all three of them made them stop with alarm.

There, in the middle of the street across from the MyDiner, stood a man. A tall, rather lanky, man in a purple, tweed jacket with a bowtie. His brown bangs that came slightly over his eyes was waving in the wind, following the motion of his arms swinging left and right, left and right.

"Hello!" he called out to no one in particular, in a thick British accent. "Hello! Hello!"

"What is the point of this again?" a female Cockney voice called out from outside the camera's view.

"I'm trying to get help," the man explained, never taking his eyes off the road ahead.

"Looks like you need psychiatric help," the female retorted.

"Well I don't see you coming up with any other brilliant ideas!"

Still watching but not really paying attention to the two strangers' argument, Tammi asked, "Who are they?"

"I don't know," Dylan replied, "But I sure as hell don't remember coding them in on the computer."

"You're sure?" Tammi asked, rolling her eyes at the thought. They went through hundreds and thousands of coding everyday. They may be smart, but not smart enough to recall EVERY SINGLE code by MEMORY.

"I'm positive!" Dylan spat back, "Besides, do we even have a code for… Victorian jackets and bow ties?"

"I don't think so," Terrance added in, "But I know I didn't code them."

"I'll look them up real quick." With that said, Tammi jogged over to her computer and typed in the man's description in the SEARCH box. The next screen read "No positive username and password has been found."

"There's nothing," Tammi reported.

"What do you mean?" Dylan asked, turning away from the onscreen battle for just a minute to look at her with confusion in his eyes.

"What do you mean 'What do I mean'?" she asked. "I said there's nothing. How many definitions are in 'nothing?!"

"Guys! Guys! Please," Terrance pleaded, raising himself up out of his seat to face both of them. "Look, it's obvious we're dealing with a virus or something."

"A virus?" Tammi repeated, scoffing a little before saying, "Jeez, Terrance I thought you were smarter. A virus doesn't come in the form of a Victorian British guy and his mate!"

"Ok, well…" Terrance counteracted, "a virus can destroy anything right? So, maybe it's not actually a virus, but rather…. It's acting like a virus."

Tammi was dead-silent, her eyes filled with worry and deep concern. She had heard things about people who were jealous of the game's sudden success and had threatened to "get that woman if it's the last thing I do!". Mrs. Ratfield had assured Tammi once before that those people weren't smart or bright enough to take down a game as powerful as "MyAlternative".

And Tammi had believed her.

Until now.

What if this man was a creation of one of the competitors, sent to come here and get enough info to take down the game?

Her mind began racing, trying to conjure up a plan to get rid of the "supposed" virus with out making it seem obvious. Out of nowhere, she found herself asking, "Can those speakers double as intercoms?"

Terrance turned around to Dylan, each boy giving a confused look to the other. Finally, Terrance turned back and said, "I don't know. I think they can. Why?"

"If this is a virus posing as a person, it can… speak. So… we talk to him. Try and figure out more about him. Meanwhile, one of us can figure out a way to delete him from the system."

Slowly, both boys got the picture, and nodded their approval. With a fake grin plastered on her face, Tammi ran back over to Terrance's computer and began typing away.

No trouble ever came to "My Alternative".

It wasn't about to start now.

Ooooo... What'll happen next? Stick around and see! I promise more fun and banter in the next chapter. :-)