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I know the truth now, why this all happened. Allow me to
It happened when I was over my friend’s house. Kyle (let’s just call him that) and I weren’t childhood friends. We met at the college we’re currently attending, and I had only just begun to know him. He stayed at a rather spacy ranch house in the forests outside Portland, Maine that he rented along with four of his friends.
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Whatever, I thought. I figured the consoles, like the games, were modded (which I later found out to be true.) When we finished playing MAJORA, with that stupid autistic-looking Link statue following you around, Kyle stood up from the sofa, walked over to the basement door, and spoke.
“Come here,” he said. “I want to show you something. Really cool.” He made a beckoning gesture with his hand. I noticed from the beginning that Kyle was off today, as if he didn’t get enough sleep last night. He was
He led me downstairs into a damp, musty-smelling cellar. It was rather cluttered, except for one corner, which had a dimly lighted area masked by a large curtain. Kyle drew the curtain, revealing a desk with an ancient computer from the nineties running on an equally ancient monitor. On the side of his two-button ball mouse was a black envelope. It was in the center of the ring of light cast by an overhanging lamp.
Kyle glared at me, but not in a menacing way, but rather in a pondering, analyzing way. “Aren’t you going to ask about the computer first? Why I have such a strange setup here in this shitty basement?”
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“Try it again,” I insisted. I was curious to see what exactly was on the floppy disk. Kyle shrugged and plucked the disk from the envelope. He inserted it into the computer’s drive and waited.
“Watch, now,” he said. He opened up the floppy’s data folder on the display, which contained a single executable file.
“I got an idea,” I said. “I’ll just take the disk back home in the morning and copy it onto my computer. Maybe I can make it work.”
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Just as Kyle faced the monitor, the black box completely covered the screen, obscuring even the operating system’s interface. Static began to fill it, until it appeared as pure noise not unlike television snow. I witnessed a humanoid shape within the flickering light, as one would see in an optical illusion. The static turned red and the shape took form.
[[File:MC666.jpg|thumb|Seriously. Don't copy it.]]
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I was terrified at what I saw. I didn’t really know why; it was pixels on a monitor, only a complete moron would actually fear it. In the view was a man dressed in a cheap leather vest. A patch with a picture of a pentagram was tattooed onto the vest, coupled with “MC 666” in blood red text below it. He was wearing a goofy top hat. He had, of course, black eyes with red pupils. Why wouldn’t he?
MC 666 looked at us and laughed that terrifying Kefka laugh.
“Uh,” I really didn’t know what to make of it. I always wanted to see a haunted piece of technology, and it fascinated me. Even if it were possessed, I knew it couldn’t do shit, that it was only using scare tactics and boring literary devices. But maybe I could talk to
“Fine,” I said. I sounded so stupid and expected Kyle to break out in a laugh when it escaped my lips, but he didn’t. “What do you want?”
“Why haven’t you raped us?” I asked.
MC 666 laughed like Kefka again.
I copied the floppy anyways. MC 666 can go fuck himself. Still, I told Kyle that I needed to get back to my house (I actually am living with my parents right now), even though I planned to sleep over. It was just going to be too awkward if I stayed the night. When I got home, my parents were waiting for me at the front door. I told them what happened, and my mom got scared and said "you're moving with your auntie and your uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought, naw, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air. I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and said to the cabbie "yo holmes smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
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