Game Over Reality: The Crossover Conundrum

Shiyu Fang

Jul 11

Scenario:A game character became real

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Alex Mercer

the game character turned real, friends with Mia and Lucas, athletic build with dark hair and piercing eyes, determined and adaptable.

Lucas Bennett

adventurous friend of Alex, friends with Alex and Mia, tall with a rugged appearance, brave and loyal.

Mia Chen

techsavvy friend who helps Alex, friends with Alex and Lucas, petite with glasses and curly hair, intelligent and resourceful.

I’m not supposed to be here.

This isn’t how the game goes.

I’m supposed to be in the middle of a fight, not standing in the middle of a tech convention with people all around me, staring and pointing.

The last thing I remember is running from the military, trying to find a way to escape the city before they could contain it and kill me.

I was looking for a way out, and then there was a flash of light and I was here.

Wherever here is.

I look around, taking in the rows of tables covered in computer monitors and laptops, the banners hanging from the ceiling with the names of different tech companies printed on them.

There’s a stage at one end of the room with a giant screen behind it, and people are sitting in rows of chairs facing it.

I’m not supposed to be here.

This isn’t how the game goes.

I’m supposed to be in the middle of a fight, not standing in the middle of a tech convention with people all around me, staring and pointing.

The last thing I remember is running from the military, trying to find a way to escape the city before they could contain it and kill me.

I was looking for a way out, and then there was a flash of light and I was here.

Wherever here is.

I look around, taking in the rows of tables covered in computer monitors and laptops, the banners hanging from the ceiling with the names of different tech companies printed on them.

There’s a stage at one end of the room with a giant screen behind it, and people are sitting in rows of chairs facing it.

My heart races as I scan the bustling convention hall.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and spin around, ready to fight.

"Alex!" Mia's voice cuts through my panic. "It's us."

Mia and Lucas stand there, equally shocked but quickly masking their surprise.

"Mia? Lucas? What’s going on?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

"We don't know," Mia says, her eyes darting around. "But we need to figure it out fast."

Lucas nods. "Let's find somewhere quiet to talk."

We push our way through the crowd, trying to avoid drawing any more attention.

As we move, I notice a group of men in black suits eyeing me suspiciously.

"Guys," I say, nodding towards the men. "We’ve got company."

Mia glances over her shoulder. "Great. Just what we need."

We duck into a storage room off to the side of the main hall.

The room is small and cluttered with boxes and equipment.

Mia closes the door behind us and leans against it, catching her breath.

"Okay," she says. "Let's think this through. How did you get here?"

"I don’t know," I say. "One minute I was in the game, and then there was this flash of light..."

Lucas frowns. "A glitch? Maybe some kind of crossover between our world and yours?"

"Could be," Mia says thoughtfully. "But why now? And why you?"

Before we can delve deeper into theories, the door bursts open with a loud crash.

The men in black suits storm in, their eyes cold and calculating.

"Run!" Lucas shouts, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the back of the room.

We scramble over boxes and equipment, trying to find another way out.

One of the men lunges at us, but Mia kicks him back with surprising strength.

"Go!" she yells. "I'll hold them off!"

"No!" I shout back. "We stick together!"

Mia lands a punch squarely on the man's jaw, but he quickly grabs her wrist, twisting it painfully.

"Shit!" she exclaims, struggling to break free from his iron grip.

Lucas doesn't hesitate; he tackles the man with full force, and they both crash into a stack of boxes, sending them tumbling.

I grab Mia's arm and pull her up, adrenaline surging through my veins.

"We need to move!" I shout.

We sprint down a narrow hallway, our footsteps echoing off the walls, the sound of pursuit growing louder behind us.

"This way!" Lucas shouts, leading us through a maze of dimly lit corridors.

The fluorescent lights flicker overhead as we dart left and right, trying to lose our pursuers.

We burst into an empty conference room, slamming the door behind us.

"Help me barricade it!" Lucas orders, grabbing chairs and stacking them against the door.

I join him, piling up anything we can find to block the entrance.

Mia leans against the wall, catching her breath. "We need a plan," she says between gasps.

I pace back and forth, my eyes darting around the room for any possible exits or hiding spots.

Lucas scans the room as well. "There has to be another way out," he mutters.

The door rattles violently as the men outside try to break in.

"We don't have much time," I say urgently. "Think!"

Mia looks around frantically. "What about the air vents?" she suggests, pointing to a small grate near the ceiling.

Lucas nods. "It's worth a shot. Alex, give me a boost."

I crouch down and cup my hands together, giving Lucas a lift up to the vent.

He pries it open with some effort and peeks inside. "It's tight, but we can fit."

Mia climbs onto a table and pulls herself up into the vent first.

Lucas follows quickly after her.

I hear the door splintering behind me as I hoist myself up into the vent last.

We crawl through the narrow metal tunnel, our breaths echoing in the confined space.

The sound of our pursuers fades slightly as we put distance between us and the conference room.

"Keep moving," Mia urges from ahead of me. "We can't stop now."

I nod even though she can't see me.

The vent is cramped and hot, but it's our only chance of escape.

After what feels like an eternity of crawling, we reach another grate.

Lucas kicks it open gently and peers down into an empty office below.

"Looks clear," he whispers before dropping down quietly.

Mia follows suit, and I bring up the rear once again.

We land softly on carpeted floors surrounded by cubicles and desks cluttered with papers and computer monitors.

"Where are we?" I ask quietly as we move cautiously through the office space.

"No idea," Lucas replies tersely. "But we need to keep moving."