Gotta say, society is really racist when it turns to part time job for teens
Underage, that a big problem for me. And I guess I didn't have a real quick solution for that problem. At seven I bid farewell with Joy and headed home, a block behind hers. I didn't told her my plans, yet, because from my past twenty-four experiences, her role is just to mess it all up. She may be a good listener and speaker, but not a great wingmen or maybe wing-woman? Whatever you wanted to call her.
"Come on, two hundred bucks? Damn that's just too much." I sighed the moment I get the chance. Thinking back, this is quite a dumb idea in comes of my financial status, but I got the stuff on way. So when that truckload of roses is mailed to her house during party, I am at least a hundred and fifty dollar short.
I inserted the key, open the locks and headed in
Empty home sweet home, as expected
Everyone is on a date, on some works, affairs, only me with nothing on
I don't feel quite safe in the living room, so I headed up the stairs and straight into my room the moment I could
Didn't wanted to bath this late, so I just toss the schoolbag on the floor and me on the bed. Took out my phone and started scrolling. If reality is going to be such an asshole, guess the virtual world of internet would help me in some way or another.
And off I go from the dumbest choice, starting with a bunch of bots asking me "Do you want a parttime job?"
And after they knew I got a big cock; I am dead rejected at the door step once more. But no worries, I got worse ideas. After scrolling the social medias and getting a written list on my palm, I get into work, this time as the bot. Asked a few tens, most of them didn't even care, and those who does, most just wanted whores, thots and bitches
What a society do we live in
Soon it was almost twelve, should've bring a coffee up the fridge on my way pass the kitchen. Cuz now I am low on fuel as hell, and I am afraid of the demon below my stairstep.
I put my phone aside and rub my eyes, seeing parallel universes ahead of me.
I hated today the way I hated yesterday and definitely tomorrow
I shut my eyes and relax as I waited for the cuckoo from my old wooden clock on the wall. Waiting for twelve, waiting for the finishing touch of the day, waiting for the end credits by today
Here it comes
"Cuck- "
"C-Cuck- "
"Cu-Cu-Cuck- "
What
Let go of my eyes and quit the multiverse madness as I spring back up
Took a moment for me to realise the needles of the old wooden clock had already stopped ticking. The displayed time come to a halt at seven in the morning
Then the sound of the cuckoo...
"C-Cu-C-Cuc-Cuck- "
My phone
The screams of a constipated cuckoo bird is coming right from my phone
Does all those asking for a job got my phone hacked??
I flipped the phone over as the bird sounded even more deranged and mentally unstable
I shouldn't have done it though, as the moment I did so, a seemingly maniac bird popped out from my phone screen, right at me face and screamed:
"-KOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Before I can react, I was blinded right in my face, as the bird exploded like a flashbang right of my face. I didn't mean that it exploded, virtually, I mean it exploded, really. Pretty sure my mouth caught some of its feather and skin wrapped bones.
"Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo! You are welcomed for a gammeee!! Cuckoooo!!!" I dropped the phone out of shock, yet the light and screams didn't stop. The brightness overcome me, and filled in the entire room.
As if today wasn't bad enough
When I am going to scream out the biggest swear combo of my life, it all stopped
Everything come to a mad halt the way it stared out with no reason
Took another ten minutes to gather courage and pick the phone back up for a peek
By then, what is displayed on my phone screen is a completely different tale. A game, yet it doesn't felt like an app, I can't quit or do anything, felt more like a system wedged into mine's phone core.
"Primal Game..."
I raised an eyebrow, interesting name I assume, but I didn't enjoyed the process of advertising
"Guess a game couldn't hurt much." I laid back onto bed as I tapped the screen, skipping pass the menu. Another board pops up, privacy and policy. Again, I am quite at a weak mental state at that point, and normally these stuff are totally fine to pass without reading. So without much delay nor hesitation, I ticked the box and passed it. The screen took a moment to load, and when it does, it shows what seems to be a big globe.
[Welcome to the game! Red dots are players from all across the globe! You are one of them! New ones! Here!]
Then it zoomed, showing my country, my state, the city, then quite disturbing my neighbourhood, house, pass the roof into my room. And when it does, the screen changed to what seems to be an avatar making tab, or a "Character's closet".
"Maybe I agreed on showing my location..." I mumbled, trying to cleanse the uneasiness that starts pilling. I tried to shrug it off, trying to customize my character. Weirdly, there is nothing much that I can do nor change. The model's look is fixed, the way exactly like an anime version of me. Only thing that I could work on is my dressing, guess it is why this is called as a "character's closet".
"Weird" Couldn't hold but gasp, seeing the dressings were the exact same code, pattern and even size as mine. I even stop to put my phone down and check my closet, sure enough, there were a fair match. Not this is just the amount of creepiness that I couldn't bear, so I decided to call it quits.
And sure enough, the game isn't budging.
Even tried to shut it down, take off my sim, almost trying to unscrew the back and remove my battery, but then a notification stopped me in my track.
[Customisation complete!]
Guess there is a timer, my character is set. Once again, he is dressed in the clothe I am in right now, definitely not scaring the shit out of me.
[Now! Tutorial! Pull the lever for your powers!] The screen loaded to show a lab like place. In the centre is a mysterious slotting machine, one's that you will see in cassinos, installed onto the tip of a supercomputer pyramid.
"Huh" Maybe if I get the game done, I could get the crap out of this. That is what I thought, as well as a pinch of curiosity, that made me pulled the lever
Guess it is true, curiosity does kills cat
Because as the lever was pulled, the cassino started spinning, before ringing furiously and stopped, displaying an image of an ape, no, scientifically, a black chimp
"Wha-?" Before I could react, bright white light blinded my fucking eyes once more
"Come on! Not even a warning!?" I howled, looking away, anywhere aside the phone.
Then I realised, strips, dangling down the roof
Green, blue, red, pink purple, assorted colours
Flaying down the roof, twirling, twisting, entangling, taking the shape of a DNA strip, if my Bio teacher had shown me true images
They fell down, longer, and onto me. Soft, fluffy, even a bit tickles
[TUTORIAL! YOUR FIRST GAME!! WILL START!!! AFTER THIS AAAAALLLLL!!!!] The phone that was vibrating and rattling furiously on the ground suddenly shrieked, the exact same voice of the cuckooed-cuckoo bird.
[HAVE! FUN! HUNTED!!]
Don't know how, but I was out cold
But in the dark, I can still saw those DNA's, as if they were imprinted in my mind cells
Shifting, moulding, transforming, changing, twisting…
Evolving