You were still peeved, though...
Even after a nameless old man gave you a GameBoy game and its device for free, you were still mad about not being able to go to Gamestop. More so the reason that by the time that you got over there, the store would be out of stock and, frankly, you couldn't handle something like that. You do believe that they're prepared for the swarm of fans that are bound to appear.
You are snapped out of your overthinking by a peculiar conversation started by two ambiguous-gender voices behind a fence that is connected to the house adjacent to the one hosting the garage sale. You pressed your ear to the side of the fence, there was a large difference in pitch between the two voices, you suspected they must be around the same age as you.
"I heard that your neighbor, the old man's boy, is missing." ventured the first voice. Old dude who's running garage sale has a missing son, okay you monologue in your head furrowing your brow in concern, which not sure is for your safety or the boy's family.
"Yeah, do you know anything about it?" the second one added.
"His pals said that before his disappearance, he holed himself up in his room playing his games." hinted the first.
"Not surprising, he plays Overwatch all the time." explained the second. Bad taste in games, check, you continued your monologue.
"No, they specifically said Gameboy." elaborated First.
"Okay, that is peculiar. How long was he playing that?" inquired Second.
"I heard this peculiar activity began when him and his friends started reading up internet horror stories during October. I mean the cheesy ones, not deep web kind of deal" lectured first.
"Ugh, you mean 'creepypasta', that shit got old so fast." sighed second.
"Sweetie, where are you? We're leaving!"
You were once again snapped out of concentration by your mother's voice. As you sprinted back to where your mother's car was; you contemplated on what those two talked about. The owner of this copy of Red is missing? And his peculiar game is somehow linked to it? Why does he like Overwatch? Now admittedly you couldn't blame him, it was a cool game. Downside is, for you anyway, that your computer couldn't handle games, and two, money. You turned your attention back to the disappearance, pulled out the game cartridge, and analyzed it. It looked like a cheap imitation and made the torn battered up ones on sale at Gamestop look good. The sticker was ripped off and replaced with new white one that had 'POKEMON RED' written over in black sharpie. Honestly you didn't complain, you got it for free after all.
"Sweetie, it's late, we can't go today. I'll try and see if we can go to Gamestop tomorrow."
"What!?" you shrieked at your father's declaration eyes widened in horror. "I spent the entire day waiting to go to Gamestop. But then mom just had to start an argument with that woman working the cash register! We can't because of that, right!?" you ranted and raved, gesturing in the air, sometimes at your mother. Because of your accusation her head appeared out from behind the back of the passenger's seat, facing towards you with a bit of fear sprinkled in her eyes.
"L-lllisten dear, I-I know I was a bit.... Excessive for my response and I apologize..." your mother admitted, "but, we need to get the rest of our errands done today and with crunched time, it's already seven after in the evening*." she pointed out with a stern face and furrowed brow.
"B-but.... Y-y-y-you don't understand!" you sputtered, voice gradually getting higher in pitch. "I-If I don't get and finish the game, my friends will be spoiling the experience for me! I don't want to be spoiled" you wailed tears beginning to brim at the edge of your eyelids.
"I understand your need to have this game," your mother started, eyes half-lidded in sympathy, "but unlike the game, our errands are more important." You opened your mouth to object when your mother held up her hand to continue, "not just because your father and I believe so, but because if we don't get these errands done, we won't have the necessities needed or money in your college bank account." Your face drooped at the facts your mother gave and turn your face to the floor of your family's car.
"If it makes you feel any better, sweetie. We could head out tomorrow morning to get your game." your father proposed. In response, you simply mumbled a quiet 'okay', pulled out the cartridge again, and scowled at it. That free game was not worth this. You wanted to play a 3D game not an 8-bit one.
After two hours of going from place-to-place to finish errands, your family finally made back home. With this, you simply stomped to your room without any second though you frankly did not want to talk or do anything with your parents. You simply wanted to fall face-first into the warm comforting embrace called your bed and forget all your troubles in the world. Once you shedded your outside clothes and put on your pajamas, you dove into the soft and cushion-y belly of a bed and let your blankets swallow you whole. After a few minutes, you them take your consciousness as well.
The next time you opened your eyelids, it was dark.
You didn't know the exact time. Just that it was dark.
You reached over to the nightstand positioned adjacent to your bed, feeling for the cold and smooth texture of your phone's screen; however, instead of grabbing it, as you expected to, you managed to knock the device to the floor in the process, forcing you to leave the warm and soft embrace of your covers to retrieve it. After a number of swears and minutes of contemplation on whether to leave the bed or not, you did get the courage to retrieve your cellular device and check the time.
22:40 (10:40 P.M.)
Well, that was better than you thought it would be. You thought it would be later than that.
You locked your phone and contemplated what you would do next. Because you simply were not tired and didn't know why, you only slept for almost an hour. You stared at your computer across from you, laying innocently on the desk. I could watch YouTube videos or read fan-fiction you recommended to yourself but then swiftly dismissed that thought. But I feel like I want to play a game, a video game... you answered back to yourself and glanced at your television hanging on the wall to your right opposite to the foot of your bed. Bingo you grinned and sprung up from where you sat to pad over to your television. There, you pulled out your Wii U and started it up. I'll play Splatoon! That is always a good pass time! You decided as soon as the home screen came up and you tapped the Splatoon icon with your stylus.
On second thought, no it wasn't you admitted to yourself as turned off the console. A constant losing streak was not a great way to start up a game. Thank goodness Splatoon doesn't have voice chat you droned as you unlocked your smartphone, and peeked at the time:
03:23 (3:23 A.M.)
Great, so much for getting up early you groaned to yourself, tilting your head back and rolling your eyes. And after 'splooning for many straight hours, you found sleep nonexistent. You locked your phone and tiptoed to your desk. So then began the hunt for your desk lamp switch....
.... Aaaand you knocked over something in the process, nice job, self you chided internally. After an eternity of searching, you found it and light filled the room, you glanced down to see that you knocked over the GameBoy. You scowled in disgust whilst picking up the archaic game device. You blew the collected dust on it off and examined it. Since you need to let off on Pokemon until you get Sun and Moon, why not have a go at it?
A/N:
"it's already seven after in the evening"* - Gamestop stores close at 9 PM or 21:00
YOU ARE READING
Why Me (Glitchy Red x Reader)
General Fiction"Light fills the room, you look down to see that you knocked over the gameboy, and groan in disgust. Picking up the archaic game console, you blow the collected dust on it off and look at it. And since you need to let off on Pokemon until you get Su...
