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Death is close. You are weak. You are alone. You will die. You will betray your friends. They have abandoned you. They are coming for you. They will betray you. They have turned against you. Y'knath k'th'rygg k'yi mrr'ungha gr'mula. Tell yourself again that they were not truly your friends. ĶI̸̵L͢͟͜L͢͟͜ ŢH͏E̷͝M A̷̡͢L̡̛L̷͝ ɃE͟FO͏̶̳͎͇̬͕R̠E͟ ŢH͏E̷͝Ɏ ĶI̸̵L͢͟͜L͢͟͜ ȲO҉̀Ǜ
Have you had the dream again? A black goat with seven eyes. [x]
I blinked green eyes to clear my vision and peered out through the laptop’s screen. A dark-skinned boy, maybe fourteen years in age, grinned at me.
“Hello. What’s your name?” I asked, ignoring the way my words appeared on the inside of the screen. I had done this before, it was nothing new.
The boy raised an eyebrow, likely at the lack of text box to type an answer into. Hesitantly, he spoke, “Um, I’m Tucker Foley. That’s TF as in Too Fine.”
I laughed, smirking slightly. “Dude, ouch. It’s nice to meet you, I guess.”
“Wait, who’re you?”
“My name is Phantom. Danny Phantom.” I answered after a moment, running a gloved hand through my white hair. It had probably been years since the last time I had introduced myself, and the thought made me a bit nervous.
Tucker chuckled, “I can’t decide if that sounds cool or makes you seem like a total dork.”
“Why not both?” I asked with a shrug, then shook my head and smiled, “You’re taking this exceptionally well. The last person who found my USB threw their computer at the wall.”
Tucker blinked, them seemed to remember that he was talking to a video game. His eyes widened. “Wait, are you an AI? That’s so cool!”
“Kinda?” I answered, “I dunno. I guess so, since I’ve been here for as long as I can remember. What, are you some tech nerd?”
Tucker scowled and grabbed the mouse, trying to click on my face. I watched in amusement as the little white cursor moved around on the screen, unable to touch me. The growing frustration on his face made me snicker.
“Hey, sorry, I was just speaking my mind. Here, have a peace offering,” I summoned up a window for Google and wrote in a link with my index finger. When I tapped the Search button, a myriad of printable food coupons showed up. “You look like you could stand to eat a bit more.”
To my amusement, Tucker was literally drooling. I pushed the window up towards the screen so that the mouse could interact with it, floating in the corner of the screen. I met his eyes and Tucker smiled, “This is the start of a beautiful friendship.”
And beautiful it was.
Tucker took to leaving the computer plugged in and turned on at all times, so that I wouldn’t be trapped in the darkness. We talked and played DOOM together once I realized I could interact with the MMO. Every once in a while Tucker would even help me transfer my data temporarily to his PDA so we could still hang out when he was at school or the local fast food joint.
Two months and six days after he opened my file, though, he came home with an idea.
“Danny, I think we can get you into the real world.”
I gaped in shock at my friend, undoubtedly the best I’d ever had. “What!? How?”
Tucker sat down heavily as he began talking animatedly, “There’s this family of inventors living a few blocks away, I’m kind of friends with their daughter. A few years ago, they made a few robots to fight ghosts or something.” He elaborated at my raised eyebrow, “They’re ghost hunters.”
“Says the teenage AI.”
“Anyway,” Tucker continued, “They never used them for much of anything because they couldn’t create an effective AI, but the bots are still around. I could use one and revamp it, then if you transfer to it you’ll have a physical body!”
I gave a breathless laugh (though I didn’t really need to breathe anyway) and beamed at my friend. “That’s… wow! Alright, let’s do this!”
It took Tucker months. Seven of them, in fact.
But it was worth it for the final result.
To my honest surprise, Tucker had access to some seriously high-quality tech and materials, most of which he admitted was scavenged from the Fentons’ lab. The deactivated robot looked almost exactly like a real teenager, with soft black hair and pale skin. The build was small and thin, strongly resembling my own. The only part of its image that made it seem inhuman was the brightness of the softly glowing blue eyes.
Well, that and the USB port at the nape of the neck, but that was concealed by a high-collared black undershirt. Most of the time, I mean. It was exposed today because it was Transfer Day, as we had decided to call it.
Shut up. I never claimed to be creative.
I shuddered in nervous excitement before slipping into my USB, losing all awareness of the outside world as soon as Tucker unplugged it. I waited impatiently for a new 'platform’ to present itself, and when it did I immediately threw myself into it.
The physical sensation washed over me like a tidal wave. I had only ever felt the digital approximations of senses before, so the incoming information from countless micro-sensors was completely new to me.
Taking an artificial breath, I opened my eyes to see Tucker leaning in close, staring at me in fascination. I lurched backwards with a yelp of surprise, then paused and marveled in the feeling of movement. Synthetic muscles moved under man-made skin as I turned my wrists and wiggled my fingers. I let out a small sound of surprise when I noticed that I even had 'birthmarks’ dotting my skin.
I raised an eyebrow at the vibrations that rippled through my chest and throat when I made the noise. I met my friend’s excited gaze and said plainly, “This is weird.”
The combination of his face and the odd feeling of real speech made me laugh, and soon we were both spiraling into a shared fit of giggles. I threw my arms around Tucker in a hug.
“Thank you, Tuck,” I breathed, holding the best human being I had ever met close, “Thank you so much.”
After a moment, he hugged me back. “It’s nothing, dude… Well, not nothing, but you get my point.”
I pulled away and stood, wobbling slightly on my feet. Steadying myself, I grinned down at Tucker, “So, you mentioned having other friends?”
LTaeyong searched high and low for his Hello Kitty USB, now it would be embarrassing enough if someone found out that the memory stick actually belonged to him but if anyone found out what was actually on the memory stick… Well, he may as well just dig his own grave right now.
Every pillow, cushion and piece of furniture in your apartment was either flipped, shucked out or inspected but still no sign of that adorable little USB stick.
With every moment that passed by as your boyfriend got more pissed off, you sat criss cross apple sauce on the sofa looking through a ‘mysterious’ pink USB that just happened to pop up out of no where while you were sorting the laundry.
What were pictures of a half SHINee members doing on a Hello Kitty memory stick? As you continued into a different file, you found a Taeyong x Ten smut which you had to stifle your laughter. “Wow! I did not see this one coming!” Once you loaded a fan art of the pair next.
Taeyong’s head and gaze snapped up to you from across the room where he was previously looking under the rug, now spotting the USB sticking out of your computer. “Hey isn’t that mine?” He whispered to himself, hoping you wouldn’t hear him, but all you heard was his mumbles.
“Pardon? I didn’t hear you.” You tried to pull your gaze from the laptop screen but failing as you laughed at the well written fanfic. “Oh my gosh, Tae, you have to read this erotic fic”
Something suddenly snapped in Taeyong and he was quickly running to you, snatching the laptop with the USB straight out of your hands as fast as he could. “Shit! You found my USB but you were NOT supposed to look through my files!”
“Hard not to look through your files when you’ve got some pretty erotic stuff on there” you laughed, making Taeyong internally scream in his head. “Yeah whatever just forget that you ever saw ANY of this”