While a lot had happened in Darrell’s life in the past few months and a lot of it sucked, it was truly a golden age for videos game. For most of his life, he only got to play browser games, some outdated games for a couple handheld systems that there was a contrast struggle for, and the very occasional family outings to a place that had them. Then, without warning, Fink came along with her elaborate gaming setup that the “dumb robots” weren’t allowed to touch-- and a handful of consoles that they were. And, even more suddenly, he was thrown into this city, with countless arcades and no adult supervision. There was nothing stopping him from trying out more videos game than he’d ever even seen before, aside from the fact that it was financially a very bed idea. Still, in the full month he’d spent here, there was still one he hadn’t touched.
The horror game. The enclosed box with the blood splatter painted outside and untold mysteries within. Pretty silly of him, of course. He was an immortal robot born for combat, there was no chance that he’d be scared by some pixels on a screen.
Oh wait! That was actually a 100% chance.
Darrell stumbled out of the enclosure, tripping on his feet and barreling backwards into someone else. Hyperventilating, he tried to put his hand on his face, but instead bonked himself with a half-charged cannon. Oh... he didn’t realize he’d been that close to shooting a hole into the arcade machine. Darrell sheepishly shut the weapon down and brought out his hand, finally getting the nerve to look at whoever he’d fallen on top of.
