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It started about three weeks ago. I was a big Nintendo fan, and so were my friends. We each had 3DS systems, and would StreetPass each other each morning on our way to school via the most crowded bus in North America. I would usually get about eight people on at a time, because not too many people even brought their systems to High School, they might get lost or stolen.
I kind of wish it had been. Anyways, we were riding to school, and chatting about the new hit game "Fire Emblem
I wasn’t too crazy about this at first, but the concept of having your character have his own little family was enticing. You could potentially marry any of the characters, and I had a big decision to make. However, upon marrying somebody, you would unlock an incredibly powerful character named "
Her name was Tharja, and she was a dark mage who openly stalked the Avatar, cursing people who interfered in their interactions. She would constantly make up excuses to be in their presence, but overall I felt it was kind of cute, even if she was supposed to be the creepy character. She had the whole "Evil
Eager to get the "
The next day, I StreetPassed some new guy on the way to the bus stop. His mii was a blank, default male with the name "
I looked over his units and found only his Avatar, the blank Default male with the white hair and plain expression. The only unit was the male Avatar, once again named Tharja and armed with a single tome labeled "
The following morning I found "Tharja again in my neighborhood, this time with his Unit and Mine. He had defeated and recruited my character, and the two were each using tomes labeled "
I showed it to the guys on the bus, because this whole business was starting to creep me out. They shrugged it off, and suggested I try to keep an eye out for anybody with a system. I played through a little more, my visits with "
I only got freaked out when I got a SwapNote from the guy, who it seemed had gotten my number somehow. It read "Please don’t
This led to me chatting with and eventually developing a bit of a crush on a girl named "
I opened the SwapNote and saw a photograph taken from one end of my bus of Chloe and I chatting. I had no idea where the photo had been taken, but Tharja’s mii soon began writing in the 3D ink above the picture. The print was messy and crude, as if done in a hurry, but it distinctly read "Don’t forget
"Dude, I think you should give Chloe a call, she’s really hurt.
I called her up and got her parents, who told me some strange guy, looking to be about 16ish, same as me, had apparently followed her around downtown the previous day before finding her in private and beating her, with a large hoodie pulled over his head and strung to hide his face. There was no explanation for the guy, only that he had escaped into the crowd without a trace. She had survived, but they said her injuries were serious and it looked like somebody had really messed up her bones. I got really concerned, and asked if I could talk to her but was greeted by a doctor’s voice in the background.
It seemed I would not be able to go see her. I headed down to the plaza to get her a card and some flowers, anything to help show we were sorry for her, but as I walked out of the shop I got a little green light from my 3DS, which I had been using for MP3. I opened SwapNote to find Tharja, who I hadn’t seen in a while. His little mii threw up a photograph of Tharja’s confession from the game, and began to write beside it in the 3D ink "I tried to keep her away from you, but I see I’m not important to you.
The next page of the note read "You backed out. Good
"I can’t believe you made me love you! ‘Course if you back out… I’ll murder you while you sleep.
I decided to sell my game, and I didn’t bother replacing the system, I just couldn’t enjoy it anymore. It’s been around a week since I got the note from Tharja, and I haven’t slept. I can still remember the creepy little photo of us on the bus, and I can’t seem to find the person on board.
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