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Your first slammed down on your wooden desk. Voices boomed through your headset, which just felt like blades in your ears. Right before your eyes laid your player: Completely dead. A grenade hit your head and before you realized it you got shanked from behind.
This fucking guy. You have known him for longer than you’d like to admit. No matter what you do, he ends up on your lobby with the different variations of the same username. It always included something about six and eyes. Whatever the hell that means.
His laugh echoed in your ears, and before you could stop yourself you pulled out the chat.
[Reader]: I hope only bad tings happen to you.
[Reader]: You useless
[Reader]: Unloved
“Awww, are you going to throw a tantrum?” His taunting, puberty riddled voice cooed at you.
[Reader]: GO K1LL Y0URS3LV
BANNED
With quick, choppy movements you ripped your headset off and threw it across the room. Since it was connected to your desktop, it didn’t fly far. Once again you raised your fist, and banged it against the edge of your table. The pain felt freeing.
Angry tears started to gather in your eyes, and sobs wrecked your body. You weren’t sad, this isn’t your first ban and it won’t be your last, you were just so fucking angry. Things get under your skin quickly. No matter the offense, it always immediately hits your many soft spots.
The air was stuffy in your room, the summer heat was merciless and downright oppressive. If only it wasn’t so humid. Pushing away from your desk with your chair, you slammed your knees into the floor and with that you just plugged your whole pc off. Sitting under your desk, you wiped away your tears.
Now, this is why you never participate in voice chats. Besides the fact that you’re a girl, you’d embarrass yourself simply by how high pitched your voice gets.
Covering your mouth with your hands, you screamed into them. Your feet came drumming down on the wooden floor. It’s already enough that you live in some remote village, where you just got wifi a year ago, and your PC has the audacity to piss you off? Your grandparents pay for you to get angry? Yeah, no.
And still you logging daily. What are you? An idiot? Probably, since some 13 year old was able to cyber stalk and bully you and you let it get to you. At this point, you should just delete this stupid game and spend all your time on Sims.
You pressed your palms into your eyes, trying to stop the tears from running down your cheeks by applying pressure. This is getting ridiculous. Well, throwing a tantrum in your room, under your desk, is better than you beating up your classmates. It’s either tantrum or violence.
With a heavy breath, you wiped your face clean and crawled out. The air was horrible in your room. Blessed be the ground floor. Standing up, you brushed your hands over your knees. With more force than you intended, you slammed the fusuma open. It immediately opened to the engawa. Glancing over the shrine grounds, you could see your grandmother sweep the floor. For what, you weren’t too sure.
Her sharp eyes went to you, and you cringed away from the glare she shoot you. Not slamming the doors, and whatever else she keeps trying to drill into your head.
“Do we have ice cream?” You yelled the question out.
She rolled her eyes, but tension left her body. “Not for you!” She yelled back, a slight teasing tone in her voice.
You rolled your eyes at her, waving her off. Shuffling your feet across the floor, you made your way to the kitchen. As you were digging through the freezer, you pulled out some ice cream. While you were at it, you pulled an ice cub to hold in your hand. With ice cream in your mouth, you also started to rub the ice around your eyes. To help with puffiness.
And before you realized it, your grandfather snuck up on you. And with his charm, he roped you into helping him with some projects around the grounds. From holding the flashlight, to giving him his tools, you were kept busy. He finally fixed the bike rack beside the house. It kept falling over to your dismay.
Once the sun started to disappear behind the mountains, you were back in your room. Your knees scrapped across the floor while you crawled back under your desk. Plugging your PC back in, you nearly hit your head. Thank god, you were able to avoid a concussion.
It took a hot minute, or two, or ten for your desktop to load up. Swinging your legs while sitting in your chair, you finally felt calm enough to start another round. Hopefully the boy is in bed by now and you’re un-banned.
A friend request popped up on TeamSpeak. From that fucking 6 eyes guy.
Never in your life have you rejected a request faster. With the way the request immediately flew in again, you started to get annoyed. What the hell does he want from you? To humiliate you more? Is he actually stalking you?
This time you hit the block button.
And it just took him 10 minutes for him to create another account, with a similar username. What a fucking dickhead. You pressed your tongue against your teeth, the sharp pain helping you to keep your head cool.
With a heavy sigh you accepted the friend request. This is what you get for using the same username for every platform.
[Reader]: What the fuck do you want.
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: lul ur alwayz so angy
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: how come
[Reader]: Because you’re talking to me.
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: rofl
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: anywayz wanna hop on a round :3
[Reader]: No.
[Reader]: Go die in a ditch.
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: hoi
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: ur talking to the strongest sorcerer here :p
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: impressive right???
[Reader]: Strongest sorcerer?
[Reader]: You’re into DnD?
[Reader]: Ew.
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: oh forget that
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: i was just mezzing around x3
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: come hop onnnnnnnnnn
[Reader]: Fucker I’m still banned.
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: orz
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: ಥ‿ಥ
[Reader]: What the hell do you want from me. Seriously.
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: ur the only person i know who’s not a complete noob lol
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: but well ofc u aren’t as good as me
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: i’m the best at everything
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: natural genius and all that ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و
Oh, you hate this guy with your whole heart.
Instead of dignifying this with an answer, you simply decided to turn off your PC. It was late anyways. There’s a ton of homework you had to do, too.
After you were done, you crammed out your futon. Damn, you have to make sure to let the futon get warmed up by the sun tomorrow. Even though it’s summer, the night still gets cold.
———
Today had been a good day. You didn’t get into any trouble, and actually got an acceptable grade in a test. The only thing that sucked, is that you had to ride your bike home. The hill you live on is evil. The shrine sitting on top of it didn’t protect the hike you had to take. You weren’t even on your bike, you were pushing the useless peace of metal up. One of the many cons of living in the rural parts was the fact there was no bus. You had a tiny train station, and for whatever reason you actually had schools. Yeah, plural.
Probably because you live in the main-village. You even got a convenience store and the temple. So everyone from around comes here for their errands.
Once you reached the top, you were sure you were going to die of some sort of asthma attack. Straightening up your back, you wheezed out a painful breath. Sweat pooled….Everywhere. Great.
You angry stomped across the shrine grounds, and without care you threw your bike into the grass besides your house. The newly repaired bike rack abandoned. Walking up the few steps, you opened the front door. Changing from your outside shoes to your house shoes, you shuffled across the floor.
“I’m home!” You yelled out, and no answer came back. Damn.
Ah, there’s a note saying your grandparents are at a market. Whatever keeps them out of your hair. Stretching your arms out, you walked to your room. With all your pent up emotions, you chucked your bag towards your desk. The slam was weirdly satisfying. Even though there was a shit ton of schoolwork you have to do, you didn’t bother with it.
Hitting the power up button, you went to open the fusuma. The fresh air flowed in, helping with the stuffiness. Wiping the sweat away from your forehead, you moved to take out fresh clothes. Your school uniform is completely wet. You can’t wait for summer break to finally come.
You went to the bathroom, and got undressed. Sitting in the washing area, you let the water from the shower head run over your body. It was relaxing and cooling. Scrubbing your body clean, while sitting on the stool you let yourself breath. You glanced at the soaking tub, but in your opinion it’s way too hot to soak. Your grandparents on the other hand were apparently from hell, because they can bath in hot water all day everyday.
After you successfully cleaned yourself, you dried off. Getting dressed in your clean clothes, you threw your dirty uniform into your laundry basket. While humming a song, you went back to your room. Sitting down on your chair, you pulled your legs up and rested your chin on your knees.
Unread messages practically glared at you.
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: anywayz
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: hit me up when ur unbanned
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: us on a team???
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: we’d be unbeatable!!!!
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: think about it!!!!
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)ᵒᵏᵎᵎᵎᵎ
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: are u ignoring me now
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: i’m v persistent
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: hey
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: hellu
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: bro
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: u can’t escape me!!!!
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: i will break through
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: your wolls
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: walls*
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: or is it your bedtime lol
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: are u 10?
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: or 12?
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: or maybe 40
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: are u already w one leg in the grave
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: be honest
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: u can tell me everything
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: trust
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: 8===D- - -
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: hehehehe
What the hell is the matter with this guy? There were more messages, one more obnoxious than the other.
[Reader]: How old are YOU? 12?
The response was near immediate.
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: i’m 14 ⊹⋛⋋( ՞ਊ ՞)⋌⋚⊹
[Reader]: Good for you. Now leave.
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: ( •_•)>⌐■-■
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: no
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: are u banned still
[Reader]: No.
[xX6Eyes6Xx]: :OOOO
INCOMING CALL: xX6Eyes6Xx
Shit. Your headset was plugged in and works, but you’d prefer not to talk with this weirdo. Sadly for you, your hands were shaky from anxiety and instead of hitting the red button, you hit the green one. The call successfully connected. Your mouth dropped open in shock. Oh no.
“Hello, hello, hello! I knew I’d be able to beat you down!” His familiar voice was cheery, in an annoying way. Why can’t he be miserable? So he’d leave you to game in peace? Ugh!
You pressed your lips tightly together. Most guys who play are obnoxious, especially when you’re a girl. It’s something you learned quickly.
“Yello~ Can ya hear me??” His finger tapped against his microphone. It was an annoying drumming sound in your ear. “Speak up! We can’t dominate the server without communication!”
A soft, “Shut up.” Slipped past your lips.
A beat of silence and you were going to plug your PC out again and ugh, you’re going to have to deal with this guy thinking he’s better than you just because he’s a stupid boy and-
“She speaks! Yay! What a relief, honestly. I thought I’d have to bring all the entertainment here, which, don’t get me wrong- I loooover hearing myself speak, of course, but I do like an audience which validates me.”
You rolled your eyes, “I think you’ve been validated too much in your life. Has someone ever told you to just zip it?”
“Nope! You’re the first. Feel free to feel special, I’m usually surrounded by annoying yes men.” You could hear typing from his keyboard, “Log in, we have people to head shoot.” The grin was incredibly audible in his voice.
With a sigh you started your game.
———
“This game is so damn stupid! I can’t believe it! And the players? The worst! They should all die!” You seethed out. This has been your third last round. You want to leave on a win.
Your newly found game partner laughed at you, “But you’re doing so well?”
“I hate you the most!” Your feet drummed against the floor impatiently, “…Can you hurry up and heal me?!?” Seeing your character crawling on the ground depressed you.
“Your knight in shining amour is on the way!” He was practically singing.
Finally, Eyes was able to get to you. Your character stood there proudly, and finally you could go and plant the bomb. Hopefully.
It did end up working out for you and Eyes guy, since you ended up being the only ones alive on your team. He has scarily good aim. It was impressive. Seeing the Win plastered across your screen made you sigh out in relief.
“Finaaaaaaaalllyyyyyy…” Your hands rubbed across your forehead.
The guy chuckled, you could hear his chair squeak through your headset. “So…What’s your name?”
You couldn’t help but groan at the incredible intrusive question.
“My name is-“
And with that you hung up on him. You didn’t care for his name. Or anything for that matter. The less he knows about you the better. What if he turns up to your house? Stranger danger? Leaning back, you flexed your fingers.
The landline started ringing. Standing up, you walked to the hallway where the phone was kept. “Hello?”
“Evening, sweetheart.” The warm voice of your grandmother greeted you, “I just wanted to tell you, that we will be home late today. At the market we saw your aunt, and well…We will bring you her soba noodles when we get home.”
“Oh, that’s okay. When will you be home?” You wrapped your finger around the curly phone cord.
“Hmmm, it will be past your bed time. Don’t make me catch you on that glowing box at 3AM again!” Her voice was teasing.
You groaned, “That was one time! Whateverrrr. Don’t stay out too long.”
“We love you. See you later.”
“Love you too.” With that you put the phone back.
Just as you turned around, the phone rang again. Damn, did she forget something?
“What’s up?” You casually picked up the phone. “…Hello?”
There was nothing on the other line. Slowly, you started to hear heavy breathing. Oh, so there was a pervert on the other line. Rolling your eyes, you were about to hang up, but static filled your ear. Frowning, you held the phone away from your ear. Man, this was loud.
A screech suddenly yelled out, the voice distorted and barley human. “STAY AWAY.”
In shock you dropped the phone, and with that it hit the wall. Good thing it was still connected by the cord. Carefully, you moved to pick the phone up. “….What?”
But that was all you got. The hallway felt awfully cold, and your neck and shoulders felt stiff. You quickly glanced around while hanging the phone up, but you couldn’t see anything. Taking a peak into the living room, you saw the tamaya. Everything was the way it supposed to look. The picture of your parents smiled at you. Still, your body was covered in chills.
Trying to shake the feeling off, you went into the kitchen. You were so busy yelling at the Eyes guy, you forgot to eat.
The feeling of being watched never really left you, though.