A/N: I've been on a writing hiatus and I'm just starting again so my writing skills are "rusty". Forgive me my egglings.
~Robihan
At least the fireplace was warm, I guess. Better than the outside, which has been completely covered with snow. Everything seemed a little... empty. My favorite chair, the pictures of my late wife, my daughter... I didn't feel as if it was something important anymore. Everything was fabricated, nothing was real, was it? Just line after line of code, telling me how to act and what to say. Bull shit, really.
I didn't actually know that I was the villain in this fucking game until something... happened. Maybe my coding went haywire. Frankly, I don't care, I just wish that whatever happened didn't happen. Sure, I would be living a lie, but lies are beautiful unless you know the truth. Ignorance is bliss. Well, too late now.
I glanced around the room, seeing if anything could be viewed in the same way. After a few minutes of aimlessly looking around, I found that nothing really was. Even the name on my desk seemed fake. Francis Gamble. Even stranger is that my hands had exaggerated black lines on them. Still detailed, but in less of a realistic way.
You wanna know what was worse? I was British. There's not anything wrong with being British except I now realize that I'm a stereotypical British villain named Francis. I might as well come up with a shitty fake name like Ajax. I'm a British male with a daughter and a dead wife, if I could get any more stereotypical, I would have to buy a cat and a spinning chair.
I sighed, leaning back in my chair. I felt myself move backwards until I gently hit the wall. Was this a spinning chair? Did I own a cat and not know it? I felt like Alice. I might as well start saying "My! This is all so queer!" A headache came suddenly, making me feel like I was dying. I probably am, considering I'm the villain. A hero would swoop down any minute, shoot me in the brain, probably fuck my daughter and blow up my house too.
Dear God, this is all so queer.
YOU ARE READING
GAME OVER
General FictionA self aware villain, who knows he will eventually be killed by the hero, awaits the inevitable. Written by Ro
