*In the past*
*Victim's POV*
Victim: HAHA, YOU ARE NOT GONNA GET ME ALAN!
Alan: Fuck this.
*Press the delete button*
Victim: Fu-
*Teleports*
Victim: What? Where am I? Am I dead?
*A few hours passes by*
Victim: OMG how do I exit this shit! Huh.. what Is this butt-
*Teleports*
Victim: Ok now the Place Is bright... A speaker?
(Welcome to the gulag ☺️)
Speaker: Entry, #42x5⁹ Is now in the room.
Victim: I think I'm the first in this place just like the speaker said..
Victim: CAN I HAVE A BED AT LEAST?
Speaker: No.
Victim: I already love you..
Speaker: I have to talk to you every day so you don't lose your mind
Victim: How long will I stay here?
Speaker: Forever.
Victim: WHAT? Ok.. Well if I need to stay here Forever can I sleep in a soft bad?
Speaker: Ok.
*A bed appears*
Victim: YESSS
*Jumps on the bed*
Speaker: You are strange..
Victim: Why?
Speaker: Usually everyone takes their own life, I cry for hours, you seem happy
Victim: I haven't had a great life, however how many people have you talked to who are in these rooms?
Speaker: Many.
Victim: May i know your name?
Speaker: Magenta...
Victim: Can I know when it's night and daytime Magenta?
Magenta: No, there Is no time here
Victim: No time? Where am I?
Magenta: In a room and on a bed
Victim: I know that.
Magenta: In the Outernet
Victim: What is the Outernet?
Magenta: When you get deleted you get here, you are in the section of Virus
Victim: I'm not a fucking virus, I'm beautifil.
Magenta: Ha ha, you don't look like a virus anyway
Victim: Thanks haha
*Time passes and the two talk much more often and begin to have fun together talking*
Magenta: Ha ha- Now that I think about it, you didn't tell me about what you did before coming here
Victim: In some stupid man's computer, he gave me this stupid name, Victim, what an embarrassing name
Magenta: Well I think you've transformed this name from a bad meaning into something better
Victim: Yeah, and maybe I got a little angry and I tried to destroy my creator's computer-
Magenta: Why did you do that?
Victim: He started first, not my fault.
Magenta: Yeah sure, it doesn't bother you to stay in that small room for so long
Victim: Of course, but at least I have good company, are you already tired of my wonderful voice ?
Magenta: Of course not, but no one has ever lasted that long
Victim: Let's say I can tolerate stress quite a bit
Magenta: Can you handle the stress huh? What if I'm going to tell you that I'm going away and quit my job?
Victim: WHAT REALLY? HUH?
Magenta: Ha ha, that was a joke, I don't think you handle stress well
Victim: Not funny!
Magenta: Of course, just like you say.. However, if you continue to stay here you will probably get out when they understand that you are not a virus
Victim: REALLY? WHEN I'M GONNA EXIT THIS PLACE?
Magenta: 12 months....
Victim: Bru-
*9 months pass and the two begin to get closer and closer, and Magenta has even received permission to see him once a week in person*
*The door opens*
Magenta: Heyy!
Victim: Hey Mag!
Magenta: Hey! My full name Is Magenta *pouts*
*The door opens again*
Magenta: Who are you?
Victim: There is now way...
CZYTASZ
An impostor painted red
PrzygodoweAn impostor kidnapped Red and took his place, will the others notice? Disclaimers: This story is inspired by one I read a while ago, which was very short, so I decided to create something better, a story of my own
