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A screen showing white. A common resemblance of purity, of innocence, of kindness. That's what should have been on your mind. You shouldn't have worried about the game; in fact, you should have deleted after Philza's death! Better yet, you should have never downloaded it at all.

But you did. And for that, I applaud you. The bravery you have shown, the courage, the realism. It's so eye-catching. Who would have guessed that someone as amazing as you, would act as amazing as that. Some say "Beauty is on the inside", but you seem to be living proof that the saying is incorrect.

For you were beautiful everywhere.

***

Cracks emerged from the whitened screen, no signal of anything happening. It was most definitely not part of the game, and you were unsure on what to do. Perhaps it was a virus. A virus the game had given you.

The game turned from a hobby you had picked up for fun, into a curse, something you desperately wanted to get rid of, but always clawed its way back into your life.

They aren't real.

At least, that's what you thought.

A hand suddenly stretched out towards you, materializing from the moniter ahead of you. It desperately latched onto your clothing, trying its hardest to drag you back with it. A frightened expression was apparent on your face. Although he knew it frightened you, he continued on with it.

A mumbled, slurred haze of incoherent words filled the air, an undertone of distress following it. A familiar sound of static surrounded your ears, greedily invading your brain. The noise was deafening, though it seemed like you were the only person in the world to hear it just now. Or ever for that matter. Some of the words were so incoherent, you weren't able to make them out at all, but you tried your hardest to match them. Some words were recognizable, though the voice wasn't.

".woИ .υoγ ot ʞlɒt ot bɘɘn I !ɘƨɒɘlq no ɘmoƆ" was the closest you could get before all the sounds suddenly stopped, including the hand. A note, almost identical to the letter you had received from your "Secret Admirer". It had a few Minor changes though, like a soft smudge of blood being evident in the bottom right corner. Whether that was placed there accidentally or completely intentionally was a mystery, and one you wanted to figure out. Though you we're getting ahead of yourself, first you needed to find out what the hell, and who the hell that was.

You began to unwrap the new envelope, care controlling your fingers. A card was inside, and written in the interior was as follows:

"I don't think you will
Ever fully understand
How you touched my life
And made me who I am.
You are the keeper of my dreams,
The man who holds my heart,
The one I want to spend my life with,
The one with whom I will always stand.
Stand beside through thick and thin
Through all that life throws our way
Knowing that this special love we share
Will guide us each and every day.
I don't think you could ever feel
All the love I have to give,
And I'm sure you never realize
You've been my will to live.
- Stephanie Schiavone

Usually, I'd advice you to quit playing. Quit while you're ahead, yeah? Though it seems to be a little too late. You should have never downloaded this game on that lonely night. It will, and probably already has, changed your entire life.

I hope you are aware of what you are getting into. "

Wow, that's reassuring.

You stared down at the poorly written letter, trying to make sense of its jumbled letters and words. Some words had been misspelled and crossed out, and though you tried your best to ignore them, you couldn't help but to suppress laughter.

Although you had used humor to cope with this journey, the card seriously creeped you out. No idea who sent it. No idea
how. The only idea you had, was to throw that fucking game away and never look back.

So you did just that.

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Welcome to the void.
If I had the motivation to type out all of my ideas for this book that'd be great.
I feel pretty burnt out from writing and sports and school.
Though I really have no write to complain, as it's my fault.
I am working on another book (I know😰) but I'm not sure how long it will take.
Fasten your seatbelts and drink water!! 💕💕

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