60 Virtual Realities
"Hehe, I knew you guys would enjoy that." Susie all but cackles to herself, "I would be too worried about it, but watch your backs, never know if someone'll get an idea." she says before leaving.
"Maybe we should hit 'em again!" Rebecca ponders, "Kick the shit outta them until they give us some good names... I'm not letting my merc name be 'Albino Child'!"
Ori snorts, "You think I wanna be 'Small Cock Merc' either? Six is the only one who didn't get a blatantly insulting, other that the gay part obviously..." he adds as the merc scowls.
"Whatever!" Rebecca exclaims, "The gig's done! Let's us three go do something!"
Six shakes his head and quietly departs, leaving Ori and Rebecca alone... The girl had finished the liquor he'd given her, leaving her more excitable than usual...
"Looks like it's just us two! Come on, let's do something!"
"I thought you were still being mad at me?" he questions.
"Eh? I still am, but I can be mad and hang out at the same time... Unless you say no, then I'll be SUPER mad!" she presses.
"Hanging out with an angry Albino Child-"
"I will hurt you." she scowls at the name before shaking her head, "You're a sad, boring guy with no hobbies, let me take you somewhere, maybe you'll like it!"
...
He lets out a sigh, "Fine, where you thinking?" he asks, allowing a grin to form onto her face.
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"Hahahahahaha! Bam bam! Die you gross green bastards!" Rebecca laughs as she unloads her strange weapon into a crowd of communist zombies. All while Ori standing at the side with a rinky-dink piece of shit pistol
She'd ended up dragging him to an online BD lounge allowing them to play virtual multiplayer games, something Ori had never gotten the chance to do. But he was finding it hard to enjoy any of it since Rebecca was dominating everything...
They were playing 'Zombie-Splatter 2056', an old game that still somehow had a cult following. Two teams in bases either side of the map that were constantly being besieged by zombies, frail rotting creatures that went down rather easily, but would instantly kill you with a single bite.
Their goal was to destroy the other team, the only problem was, since Rebecca kept dominating every game she kept getting upped on the skill ladder, with him trailing along since he was in her party...
Since it was a BD, he could use the nanites to assist his aiming, leaving him pretty poor in that department, plus his lack of knowledge of the game itself left him twiddling his thumbs... Really, what was he supposed to do when there were secret stashes of weapons hidden around the map, all of which Rebecca had seemingly memorised!?
Wait! Someone was approaching in a dune-buggy-type vehicle, splattering zombies as it drove. He raises his pistol-
*DAGAGAGAGA!*
And Rebecca tore it to pieces with her 'Gatling Zombie Slayer 9000'...
"Did you see that Ori!? How cool was that!?" she cheerfully cackles, twirling around with that big ass in her hands. Seems like her slightly inebriation had followed her into the BD...
"Yes. It was very cool." he utters neutrally. She obviously notices his lack of enthusiasm, however.
"What's with the long face?"
"Nothing, this just isn't my kinda thing..."
"What!? This is a zombie-killing virtual reality! How can't you like that?"
Ori just shrugs, "I don't know, I think I would've liked it... If my days weren't already about shooting people and getting shot at. This shit just doesn't do it for anymore..." it was honestly like a farmer coming home and starting to play a Farming Simulator... Who the fuck wanted to do that?
She folds her arms, letting the virtual gun dissipate into particles, "Fine, there's a boring alternative we can try."
*Bzzt!*
The post-apocalyptic world around them fades away as she takes them somewhere else. Within the black world she opens up some sort of interface and boredly scrolls it, eventually stopping and looking at him, "A or B, pick one."
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"I'm assuming A is the one you'd rather me choose since it's your first choice," he remarks causing her brow to twitch. Heh, got'em. "So I'll pick B."
Her fixed expression twists into a smug grin, "Jokes on you, my pick was B!" she selects it and the world warps once more, eventually depositing the two of them on some kind of brightly lit stage... Below them were thousands of 'people' likely just NPC's though judging by the awkward way they moved.
"What is this...?" he questions as two spotlights shine over him and Rebecca as they stood meters apart. She just flashes a cocky smirk at him however as an interface lights up in front of him, displaying some movements he was probably supposed to follow.
Then, some music kicks in, Rebecca immediately beginning to dance as his interface flashes red, signifying his failure to follow it. "Really 'Becca, a dancing sim!?"
"Loser has to do whatever the winner asks!" she laughs while doing some kind of dougie.
"Fuck it, you're on! And I'll be taking that kick-ass shotgun of yours when I win!" he states, quickly and awkwardly jumping into the dance moves. Then a realisation strikes him... He'd never actually danced before...
"You look so stupid!" Rebecca taunts, undoubtedly trying to get him off his game. It wouldn't work!
"Yeah? Well you look like it's your first dance a prom night!"
She snorts, unaffected by his crazy burn, "Heads up on the next move, wimpy lampost!"
His eyes widen as he sees it, seems like he'd bitten off more than he could chew... He attempts the move but falls onto his ass, afterwards glancing over and spotting Rebecca moon-walking around the place as if she were floating. "How the fuck are you doing that!?"
"Da-ance chip bi-itch!" she chortles, actually having the balls to start moon-walking around him in a circle.
He sticks his foot out and trips her, causing her to fall on top of him with their faces mere inches apart... His breath hitches as she just stays there, silently staring at him...
Then, she breaks the silence, "I win." she grins as his interface flashes red, signalling his failure due to obstructing the opponent...
Was this a fever dream or something... All of this felt too stupid to be real...
