Dora.dmi

Okay, I have to tell. But I beg you not to listen. By the time you have, You'll be asking why you did. This is not something you want to hear.

Please. Turn back now. You're not? Well, Okay...I'll tell my tale.

Just let me forewarn you...This isn't something you come across on a daily basis. Not even a lifetime basis. And no- It isn't good. This is not for the faint of heart. Or for people who get easily upset.

THE STORY

So, My names Michael. But people call me Mitch. I didn't know why My friends, Brian and Andrew came up with it, they just did. Anyway, back to my story.

I was a huge fan of Nintendo and all the games they created back on the age of the Nintendo GameBoy, and so was my sister, Alicia. She was 7 and I was 10.

Alicia, still young, loved Dora the explorer. I beg to differ, I hated the show, and I still disliked the fact that she still watched the crap. It was all just idiotic, a mexican fatass who interupts you whenever you try to talk.

As kids, and still kids, Alicia and I loved the GameBoy. She had the Advance SP while I had all four,, The Color,

Original, Advance, and Advance SP. We loved the handheld to death. I played the Gameboy Color until it shorted out and the buttons fell off playing Pokemon Red.

I spent all my allowance on the original and played it until the battery leaked. Same goes for the advance, just in the middle of Super Mario Bros Deluxe. I still laugh at it today.

Now I'm fourteen, and when my..Conflict...happened, I was 10. Wow, can't believe it's already been four years.

So anyway, Alicia and I, GameBoy fanatics, owned almost all the games, ranging from Pokemon Green and Tetris, all the way to Sonic advance 3. Alicia and I played our system until the beeping stopped.

At around Alicia's 8th birthday, Alicia started having nightmares and sometimes even cried and sobbed softly out of nowhere. Then she began...acting weird...like, whenever Dora came on..Her eyes bugged out and she either ran out of the room screaming in terror, or Looking for the remote franticly. That was my first sign.

That's when Alicia started getting therapy.

She calmed down slightly, but soon began going insane. She would break pictures and hold her ears and yell "No no no!" When Dora came on, and even stay up all night sometimes just staring straight.

And then My mom brought her to another therapist.

She was brought into an insane asylum.

My Mom and I occasionaly checked on her from time to time, mainly on weekends when I was out of school and My mom didn't have to work.

And on June 10th, During my Summer vacation, We went to check on her and I went in the room myself while my mother spoke to the specialist.

I asked her "How ya feelin', champ?" She just shook her head. I pulled up a chair next to her. I held her hand and said, "Y'know, I've been thinking... What was it exactly that made you go insane?"

She didn't respond. She said "Mike...You have to finish it."

"What?" I replied back. "You have to finish the game. It's under my bed. You have to finish it. It's in the box of..." She clenched her fists and hesitated. "...Dora stuff. Please, for me."

I let go of her hand. "Alright sis. Y-You got it." I shook as I walked out. What was this game? What made her like this? Was it the game? My head spun with all this confusion.

It begins.

As my Mom finished up with the specialist, She brought me back home.

When I shut the door behind me, entering the house, I ran upstairs, and through Alicia's door. I looked under her bed and there was the box of Dora crap.

There was a Dora doll, A Dora sticker sheet, A Dora pillow, Dora slippers, A Gameboy, and a Dora GameBoy game.

There was something off about the cartdridge, though.

It (Not finished yet.)