Noticing a piece of paper that hidden under the bulky suit underneath her, she picked it up examining it. Her eyes squinted in disbelief before an inpatient groan escaped her throat. These were instructions quite complicated ones and were written in sloppy handwriting by her puppet. Hm? I mean- engineer. Player was sure this was on purpose, given how the words drifted off the horizontal blue lines in erratic sizes crashing into one another. However, ignoring the irritating writing she has more work to do. The suit was packed carefully so that the wires wouldn't be tangled. Unboxing the first section she had to put on the helmet. The helmet was bulky yet she could adjust to the weight quickly if she was determined. She noticed the suit was made in a terrible way. The 'suit' in question was just a full-body swimsuit with exposed wires taped to it. On each limp was a big box that contained all sorts of computer chips. Player didn't know their purpose nor did she care all she cared about was the suit worked. Balancing herself skillfully she walked to her computer yanking out a USB that has a copy of her work before placing it into the helmet.
the boxes on her hummed as they gently shock against the spandex of her suit.
Green words of code appeared before they flew down the mini screen in front of her eyes.
After the series of code was downloaded the fun started. She made sure a world she loved would suddenly start. She smiled awaiting the fun but then, pain. Pain stabbed the back of her neck. She cried her knees buckling at the unpleasant sensation, she clawed at the origin of the sensation, attempting to figure it out. Her finger felt a long piece of metal digging into her flesh. She tried to pull it out but it was in vain it continued extending into it reached her spine. She screamed feeling it embedding itself in the bone. she fell to her knees withering under the extreme pain she was feeling.
Her eyes were squeezed shut though it did nothing to hold back the overflowing tears.
"Get up Classss-" A voice owner's voice slurred at the end as confusion and surprise took hold.
Player forced her eyes open seeing her apartment bland apartment was not even blander. She felt itchy like the clothes she wore weren't made out of spandex instead of cheap baggy material that brushed on her skin. As she instinctively moved her arm to inch the sensation only got stronger. Player whined sitting upright snapping her fingers in demand. Green Panels popped up codes waiting to be modified she guided her fingers to the input section ready to modify sensitivity so she wouldn't be bothered by the clothes, Player stopped then looked down at her hideous clothing. Smirking she went to a panel that contained her persona. She wasn't good with color's as the coding seemed impossible to learn so she settled with the default settings the Ai had prepped for her. She clicked on clothing and designed a quick shirt with shorts.
Her clothing popped out of existence revealing the clothing she just designed. Satisfied with the new look she got up a stomped on the floor making the panels disappear. She spun around noting her surroundings. The room she occupied walls were made of thick concrete that was rough and would surely cut if you were to lean onto it. The floor was made of stone smoothed enough to avoid damage to feet. The only entrance and exited held two heavily armored men. One was hunched over whispering into a walkie-talker and the other stood up straight grasping an Ak-47 tightly.
"That's not how you're supposed to act." She whispered to herself perplexed unknowingly provoking a response from the holder of the gun. "What are you, what are you doing here!" He demanded his finger inching towards the trigger. Player laughed. It wasn't one full of malicious nor ill intent but a genuine laugh. The guards back up frightened of what this possible Scp could possibly be laughing about. The guard that held the walkie-talkie scolded his former co-worker for provoking an Scp whose properties haven't been studied yet. Player overheard this and frowned. Why be known as an 'Scp' so early?! That's no fun.
"Not yet." She said lifting up an arm to snap her fingers once more. The panels appeared again as she a directed her finger to the time section. Pressing the restart button and watched as time rewinded.
"Get up Classss-" A voice owner's voice slurred at the end as confusion and surprise took hold.
Player forced her eyes open seeing her apartment bland apartment was not even blander. She felt itchy like the clothes she wore weren't made out of spandex instead of cheap baggy material that brushed on her skin. As she instinctively moved her arm to inch the sensation only got stronger. Player whined sitting upright snapping her fingers in demand. Green Panels popped up codes waiting to be modified she guided her fingers to the input section ready to modify her skin sensitivity so she wouldn't be bothered by the clothes, Player stopped then looked down at her hideous clothing. Smirking she went to a panel that contained her persona. She wasn't good with color's as the coding seemed impossible to learn so she settled with the default settings the Ai had prepped for her. She reached out her finger to click the equipped button but she paused.
'Those who don't learn from history, are doomed to repeat it'
She got up now unbothered by the inchy fabic, and began to follow the reluctant guard as the other postioned himself behind her, she assumed it was suppose to prevent her from dashing away. However it didn't matter she had done it! She accomplished a new level of gaming and she intends to abuse her newfound power.