This choice: Let's go home and try it there! • Go Back...Chapter #2Let's go home and try it there! by: yottera   As Ian reached his house, he kicked off his shoes, tossing his bag onto the worn-out couch. His eyes fell onto the small cartridge, now lying forlornly on the coffee table. The white card, with the monochromatic label, felt oddly out of place amidst the vibrant clutter of his living room.
He sighed, curiosity finally overtaking his apprehension. He grabbed his old DS from its resting place on a side table and slotted in the game, "Max Control." The device came to life, its familiar jingle echoing through the room.
The title screen of the game was deceptively simple, just the words 'Max Control' against a pure white background. He pressed the start button and the game unfolded with a prompt asking him to 'Enter a name' or 'Search for a person.'
"Hmm… Interesting." Ian muttered. He decided to test it out with his name, typing 'Ian' into the box. As he confirmed the entry, the screen transitioned, revealing a full-body image of him. He blinked, taken aback by the accuracy. He examined his virtual self, dressed exactly as he was now, every detail down to the crease in his jeans perfectly replicated.
After he hit 'OK,' the list of options unfurled below, each one more intriguing than the last. From 'Transform' to 'Control', they all seemed so unreal. He decided to experiment with the 'Transform' option, thinking it would be fun to alter his virtual self. He opted to change his hair color.
Selecting his hair, he chose a vibrant red hue from the color palette. His on-screen avatar's hair turned a flaming crimson. He chuckled, ready to close the game, but as he caught his reflection in the DS screen, he froze. His heart pounded in his chest as he darted to the nearest mirror. Staring back at him was his own reflection, his hair now an identical shade of fiery red.
"No way...this can't be real," Ian muttered, his voice barely a whisper.
Shaking his head in disbelief, he rushed back to the DS. He selected the 'Transform' option again, returning his hair to its original brown color. He anxiously glanced in the mirror. Just as before, the change reflected immediately. His hair was back to its usual brown, as if nothing had happened.
Overwhelmed, Ian sank into the couch, the DS slipping from his grasp onto the coffee table. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind racing. This was no ordinary game; it had real-world effects.
After a few minutes of contemplation, he picked up the DS again, a newfound determination in his eyes. He was going to figure out the extent of this game's power. But he'd have to be careful. With that in mind, he continues on to use the __________ function.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2024 yottera (UN: yottera at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Galatic has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author