Fiction: A Fictional Narrative

He was confused. Looking upon the pool, it seemed to have lost all of its motion. It was as if it had frozen over, but instead of water, had become a giant television display . Other than the glow, once could not have even guessed it was once a body of water. "Missing texture..." I whispered, looking it over. I poked at it with my front left paw, and it rippled as if it was still made of liquid. "What does that mean?" asked Victor, cursing under his breath. "You accidentally modified the texture directory. It isn't able to render the water anymore, it's completely lost." "Is that reversible?" he asked, glancing it over. I sighed. "I know how to reverse it. Until then, I wouldn't even do as much as step into it." Victor, taking the opportunity, …show more content…

It's not my religion, it's the truth. It's bigger than me. It's a mistake to think that the creator of the universe is small and manageable enough to fit into a petty religion, Victor. If he's going to be real, he has to be bigger than us... I'm just asking you..." "And why would you want to force me into this notion of yours?" "Victor... it's important, because it will change your life, and it matters after you die... it matter more than you know... you don't want to deny it..." "If it's so important to you, and it's so important to me, then why haven't you mentioned it before then, yes? Why isn't it more of a concern?" A pang of guilt went through me. I had never treated this like it was important enough to share, or at least important enough to mention to my friends and family and everyone else. I thought of my father, I thought of Elliot, of thought of everyone else that I had ever known who needed to hear this. "I'm not perfect," I explained. "I make more mistakes than you even know. That's why I said earlier that we were the same. No one is perfect. In fact, know that I know the truth, I still make mistakes because of who I am as a person." I looked up. "It just doesn't define me anymore, and they don't have to define you anymore, either. You can be clean of your …show more content…

I wiped a tear before looking up at the very confused skunk, unsure of what I was going to say. Changing his demeanor, he let his spite go out of curiosity. "You've modified the personage script," I answered. "Remember how I explained it before we began our session? In less than ten minutes we will be kicked off of the server, and one of us will probably go into a coma. At the worst, if any further errors occur, brain death is certain. It can't handle this kind of stress. I would have been able to fix it, but I don't have the administrator access..." Victor didn't want to leave, and this disturbed him a little. "I'll give it to you now, if you know what to do." "It's too late," I lamented. "It's too late. The only thing that can be decided upon is the mental priority the person who leaves first is the most likely to wake up." "Who's going to go first, then?" "You are..." I answered with a smile. "I'm crying because I'm going to be in a coma when you pass away, and this is all the time I'll ever have with you