Cursed into a video game by the members of their own fan club, Engfa and Charlotte find themselves trapped in a digital world where every level tests more than just their strength and wit-it challenges their hearts. But the ultimate goal isn't just...
Can someone explain to me what the fuck just happened to the game? Gamekeeper #1's voice sliced through the room, cold and furious.
Gamekeepers #3 and #4 stood frozen, their heads bowed low. There was a glitch, ma'am, #4 admitted, her voice trembling. We... we let the players take over some of the choices. It caused the system to crash.
A loud bang echoed as #1's fist slammed onto the table, sending a cup full of pens clattering to the floor. Her eyes burned with fury. Did I ever say that we could give them control?!
The gamekeepers shook their heads frantically, fear plastered across their faces. No, ma'am.
Then why the hell did you do it?! With a violent roar, #1 flipped the table, sending papers and equipment flying. Both gamekeepers stumbled backward, letting out startled screams.
We're sorry! #4 stammered, her voice cracking. It was a mistake. We're working tirelessly to fix it.
#1 closed the distance between them in an instant, her face mere inches from #4's. Her voice dropped to a deadly whisper. You better hope everything is fixed soon, or I swear...
Without another word, she stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind her with enough force to shake the walls. The air grew still, the tension lingering like a suffocating fog.
Both gamekeepers exhaled, their shoulders sagging in relief. Do you even know how to fix this? #4 asked, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow.
#3 shook her head slowly, her eyes wide with worry. I don't even know how it crashed. We'll have to comb through every line of code and figure out where the glitch happened. This game isn't some fragile system that breaks from a few word changes. Something else is at play here.
#4 groaned, her hands clenching into fists. I knew that hag gave us a weak spell. We're gonna have to confront her again.
Before #3 could respond, her phone buzzed wildly with a barrage of notifications. She paled as she read the screen. We need to go. Now. Engfa's having a seizure.
Their eyes met, panic flashing between them before they bolted from the room, leaving the chaos behind.
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When they burst into the Clean Room, chaos greeted them. P'Fa lay on the hospital bed, her body convulsing violently, limbs thrashing as foam escaped the corners of her mouth. Gamekeeper #6 held her firmly on her side, ensuring she wouldn't choke.
How long has she been seizing like this? #3 demanded, her eyes wide with fear.
It's been about two minutes, #6 answered, struggling to keep P'Fa steady. I've been trying to reach the doctor, but he's not answering!
