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MidReal Story
Game Over: When Pixels Meet Reality
Scenario:A game character became real
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Max Steel
antagonistturnedally, former rival of Alex and uneasy ally of Ellie, muscular with a stern expression, strongwilled and protective
Ellie Williams
techsavvy ally, friend of Alex and confidante of Max, petite with bright eyes, intelligent and resourceful
Alex Mercer
the game character turned real, friends with Ellie and rivals with Max, athletic build with sharp features, adaptable and curious
I was in the middle of a game when it happened.
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I looked down at myself, half expecting to see my character from the game, but nope, I was still me.
I was still wearing the black t-shirt and jeans I’d had on when I started playing, and my hands were still mine.
I turned around and saw a gaming console sitting on a desk, with wires running to a TV screen and a controller lying on the floor.
It was just like the one I had at home.
But how did I get here?
And where was here?
The room looked like it belonged to a teenager; there was a bed with rumpled sheets, posters of bands and movies on the walls, and clothes strewn across the floor.
I blinked, trying to shake off the disorientation.
Panic started to bubble up inside me.
This wasn’t right.
I wasn’t supposed to be here.
Footsteps echoed from the hallway.
I had no time to think.
Instinctively, I darted behind the door, pressing my back against the wall.
The door creaked open, and a teenage boy walked in.
He was humming some tune, completely oblivious to my presence.
He picked up the controller from the floor and plopped down on the bed.
I stepped out from behind the door.
"Hey!" I shouted.
The boy jumped, dropping the controller with a clatter.
His eyes went wide as saucers.
"Who... who are you?" he stammered.
"I should be asking you that," I shot back. "Where am I? How did I get here?"
The boy just stared at me, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
He looked like he was about to say something when the TV screen flickered.
Both of us turned to look at it.
A cryptic message scrolled across the screen: "Find Ellie Williams."
The boy's eyes widened even more, if that was possible.
"You know her?" I asked, stepping closer.
He nodded slowly. "She's... she's in my class."
The boy's eyes darted towards the door, then back to me.
He gestured for me to follow him downstairs.
I nodded, and we crept out of the room, our footsteps barely making a sound on the carpeted floor.
The hallway was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the walls.
My heart pounded in my chest as we descended the stairs, each creak of the wooden steps echoing in the silence.
We reached the bottom and turned into the living room.
Ellie stood there, her face pale, eyes wide with shock.
A shattered vase lay at her feet, pieces scattered across the floor.
"Ellie?" I called out softly, trying not to startle her further.
She spun around, her eyes locking onto mine.
"Alex? How are you here?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Before I could respond, the front door burst open with a loud bang.
Max stormed in, his eyes blazing with anger.
"What the hell is going on?" he demanded, his voice booming through the room.
I stepped forward, fists clenched at my sides.
"We were just—"
Max cut me off, his glare shifting between Ellie and me. "I don't care what you were doing. This is my house!"
Ellie took a step back, her hands trembling. "Max, please—"
He ignored her plea and advanced towards me. "You think you can just barge in here?"
I held my ground. "I'm not here to cause trouble."
Max's face twisted with rage. "Too late for that."
The boy who had led me downstairs tried to intervene. "Max, stop! He didn't mean any harm."
Max shoved him aside. "Stay out of this!"
I saw red. My fists tightened as I prepared to defend myself.
Ellie moved between us, her voice desperate. "Stop it! Both of you!"
Max paused, his chest heaving with anger. He looked at Ellie, then back at me. "Who are you really?"
I took a deep breath. "I'm Alex Mercer. I don't know how I got here, but I'm trying to figure it out."
Max's eyes narrowed. "And what does that have to do with Ellie?"
"There's a message," I said quickly. "It said to find Ellie Williams."
Ellie's face went even paler. "What message?"
The boy spoke up again. "It was on my TV screen upstairs."
Max looked skeptical but slightly less aggressive. "Show me."
We all moved back upstairs, tension still thick in the air.
The boy turned on the TV and pointed at the screen.
The message was still there: "Find Ellie Williams."
Max stared at it for a moment before turning back to me. "What does this mean?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "But it's why I'm here."
Ellie stepped closer to the screen, her eyes scanning the message. "Why would someone send this?"
Before anyone could answer, a loud crash came from outside.
We all froze.
Max glanced towards the window. "What now?"
Without thinking, I rushed to the window and peered outside.
A group of shadowy figures was approaching the house.
"Get down!" I shouted.
Everyone dropped to the floor as another crash echoed through the night.
"They're coming," Ellie whispered.
I crawled over to her side. "Who are they?"
"I don't know," she replied, fear evident in her voice.
Max grabbed a baseball bat from under his bed. "We need to defend ourselves."
The boy looked terrified but nodded in agreement.
I took a deep breath and readied myself for whatever was about to happen next.
The front door rattled violently as if someone was trying to break it down.
"Get ready," Max said through gritted teeth.
