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Excerpt from a local Newspaper:

OMINOUS UNKNOWN
KILLER IS STILL
AT LARGE. 


After weeks of unexplained murders, the ominous unknown killer is still on the rise. After little evidence has been found, a young boy states that he survived one of the killer's attacks and bravely tells his story.

"I had a bad dream and I woke up in the middle of the night," says the boy, "I saw that for some reason the window was open, even though I remember it being closed before I went to bed. I got up and shut it once more. Afterwards, I simply crawled under my covers and tried to get back to sleep. That's when I had a strange feeling, like someone was watching me. I looked up, and nearly jumped out of my bed. There, in the little ray of light, illuminating from between my curtains, were a pair of two eyes. These weren't regular eyes; they were dark, ominous eyes. They were bordered in black and... just plain out terrified me. That's when I saw his mouth. A long, horrendous smile that made every hair on my body stand up. The figure stood there, watching me. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he said it. A simple phrase, but said in a way only a mad man could speak.

"He said, 'Go To Sleep.' I let out a scream, that's what sent him at me. He pulled up a knife; aiming at my heart. He jumped on top of my bed. I fought him back; I kicked, I punched, I rolled around, trying to knock him off me. That's when my dad busted in. The man threw the knife, it went into my dad's shoulder. The man probably would've finished him off, if one of the neighbors hadn't alerted the police.

"They drove into the parking lot, and ran towards the door. The man turned and ran down the hallway. I heard a smash, like glass breaking. As I came out of my room, I saw the window that was pointing towards the back of my house was broken. I looked out it to see him vanish into the distance. I can tell you one thing, I will never forget that face. Those cold, evil eyes, and that psychotic smile. They will never leave my head."

Police are still on the look for this man. If you see anyone that fits the description in this story, please contact your local police department.

Jeff and his family had just moved into a new neighborhood. His dad had gotten a promotion at work, and they thought it would be best to live in one of those "fancy" neighborhoods. Jeff and his brother Liu couldn't complain though. A new, better house. What was not to love? As they were getting unpacked, one of their neighbors came by.

"Hello," she said, "I'm Barbara; I live across the street from you. Well, I just wanted to introduce my self and to introduce my son." She turns around and calls her son over. "Billy, these are our new neighbors." Billy said hi and ran back to play in his yard.

"Well," said Jeff's mom, "I'm Margaret, and this is my husband Peter, and my two sons, Jeff and Liu." They each introduced themselves, and then Barbara invited them to her son's birthday. Jeff and his brother were about to object, when their mother said that they would love to. When Jeff and his family are done packing, Jeff went up to his mom.

"Mom, why would you invite us to some kid's party? If you haven't noticed, I'm not some dumb kid."

"Jeff," said his mother, "We just moved here; we should show that we want to spend time with our neighbors. Now, we're going to that party, and that's final." Jeff started to talk, but stopped himself, knowing that he couldn't do anything. Whenever his mom said something, it was final. He walked up to his room and plopped down on his bed. He sat there looking at his ceiling when suddenly, he got a weird feeling. Not so much a pain, but... a weird feeling. He dismissed it as just some random feeling. He heard his mother call him down to get his stuff, and he walked down to get it.

The next day, Jeff walked down stairs to get breakfast and got ready for school. As he sat there, eating his breakfast, he once again got that feeling. This time it was stronger. It gave him a slight tugging pain, but he once again dismissed it. As he and Liu finished breakfast, they walked down to the bus stop. They sat there waiting for the bus, and then, all of a sudden, some kid on a skateboard jumped over them, only inches above their laps. They both jumped back in surprise. "Hey, what the hell?"

The kid landed and turned back to them. He kicked his skate board up and caught it with his hands. The kid seems to be about twelve; one year younger than Jeff. He wears a Aeropostale shirt and ripped blue jeans.

"Well, well, well. It looks like we got some new meat." Suddenly, two other kids appeared. One was super skinny and the other was huge. "Well, since you're new here, I'd like to introduce ourselves, over there is Keith." Jeff and Liu looked over to the skinny kid. He had a dopey face that you would expect a sidekick to have. "And he's Troy." They looked over at the fat kid. Talk about a tub of lard. This kid looked like he hadn't exercised since he was crawling.

"And I," said the first kid, "am Randy. Now, for all the kids in this neighborhood there is a small price for bus fare, if you catch my drift." Liu stood up, ready to punch the lights out of the kid's eyes when one of his friends pulled a knife on him. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I had hoped you would be more cooperative, but it seems we must do this the hard way." The kid walked up to Liu and took his wallet out of his pocket. Jeff got that feeling again. Now, it was truly strong; a burning sensation. He stood up, but Liu gestured him to sit down. Jeff ignored him and walked up to the kid.

"Listen here you little punk, give back my bro's wallet or else." Randy put the wallet in his pocket and pulled out his own knife.

"Oh? And what will you do?" Just as he finished the sentence, Jeff popped the kid in the nose. As Randy reached for his face, Jeff grabbed the kid's wrist and broke it. Randy screamed and Jeff grabbed the knife from his hand. Troy and Keith rushed Jeff, but Jeff was too quick. He threw Randy to the ground. Keith lashed out at him, but Jeff ducked and stabbed him in the arm. Keith dropped his knife and fell to the ground screaming. Troy rushd him too, but Jeff didn't even need the knife. He just punched Troy straight in the stomach and Troy went down. As he fell, he puked all over. Liu could do nothing but look in amazement at Jeff.

"Jeff how'd you?" that was all he said. They saw the bus coming and knew they'd be blamed for the whole thing. So they started running as fast as they could. As they ran, they looked back and saw the bus driver rushing over to Randy and the others. As Jeff and Liu made it to school, they didn't dare tell what happened. All they did was sit and listen. Liu just thought of that as his brother beating up a few kids, but Jeff knew it was more. It was something, scary. As he got that feeling he felt how powerful it was, the urge to just, hurt someone. He didn't like how it sounded, but he couldn't help feeling happy. He felt that strange feeling go away, and stay away for the entire day of school. Even as he walked home due to the whole thing near the bus stop, and how now he probably wouldn't be taking the bus anymore, he felt happy. When he got home his parents asked him how his day was, and he said, in a somewhat ominous voice, "It was a wonderful day." Next morning, he heard a knock at his front door. He walked down to find two police officers at the door, his mother looking back at him with an angry look.

"Jeff, these officers tell me that you attacked three kids. That it wasn't regular fighting, and that they were stabbed. Stabbed, son!" Jeff's gaze fell to the floor, showing his mother that it was true.

"Mom, they were the ones who pulled the knives on me and Liu."

"Son," said one of the cops," We found three kids, two stabbed, one having a bruise on his stomach, and we have witnesses proving that you fled the scene. Now, what does that tell us?" Jeff knew it was no use. He could say him and Liu had been attacked, but then there was no proof it was not them who attacked first. They couldn't say that they weren't fleeing, because truth be told they were. So Jeff couldn't defend himself or Liu.

"Son, call down your brother." Jeff couldn't do it, since it was him who beat up all the kids.

"Sir, it...it was me. I was the one who beat up the kids. Liu tried to hold me back, but he couldn't stop me." The cop looked at his partner and they both nod.

"Well kid, looks like a year in Juvy..."

"Wait!" says Liu. They all looked up to see him holding a knife. The officers pulled their guns and locked them on Liu.

"It was me, I beat up those little punks. Have the marks to prove it." He lifted up his sleeves to reveal cuts and bruises, as if he was in a struggle.

"Son, just put the knife down," said the officer. Liu held up the knife and dropped it to the ground. He put his hands up and walked over to the cops.

"No Liu, it was me! I did it!" Jeff had tears running down his face.

"Huh, poor bro. Trying to take the blame for what I did. Well, take me away." The police led Liu out to the patrol car.

"Liu, tell them it was me! Tell them! I was the one who beat up those kids!" Jeff's mother put her hands on his shoulders.

"Jeff please, you don't have to lie. We know it's Liu, you can stop." Jeff watched helplessly as the cop car speeds off with Liu inside. A few minutes later Jeff's dad pulled into the driveway, seeing Jeff's face and knowing something was wrong.

"Son, son what is it?" Jeff couldn't answer. His vocal cords were strained from crying. Instead, Jeff's mother walked his father inside to break the bad news to him as Jeff wept in the driveway. After an hour or so Jeff walked back in to the house, seeing that his parents were both shocked, sad, and disappointed. He couldn't look at them. He couldn't see how they thought of Liu when it was his fault. He just went to sleep, trying to get the whole thing off his mind. Two days went by, with no word from Liu at JDC. No friends to hang out with. Nothing but sadness and guilt. That is until Saturday, when Jeff is woke up by his mother, with a happy, sunshiny face.

"Jeff, it's the day." she said as she opened up the curtains and let light flood into his room.

"What, what's today?" asked Jeff as he stirs awake.

"Why, it's Billy's party." He was now fully awake.

"Mom, you're joking, right? You don't expect me to go to some kid's party after..." There was a long pause.

"Jeff, we both know what happened. I think this party could be the thing that brightens up the past days. Now, get dressed." Jeff's mother walked out of the room and downstairs to get ready herself. He fought himself to get up. He picked out a random shirt and pair of jeans and walked down stairs. He saw his mother and father all dressed up; his mother in a dress and his father in a suit. He thought, why they would ever wear such fancy clothes to a kid's party?

"Son, is that all your going to wear?" said Jeff's mom.

"Better than wearing too much." he said. His mother pushed down the feeling to yell at him and hid it with a smile.

"Now Jeff, we may be over-dressed, but this is how you go if you want to make an impression." said his father. Jeff grunted and went back up to his room.

"I don't have any fancy clothes!" he yelled down stairs.

"Just pick out something." called his mother. He looked around in his closet for what he would call fancy. He found a pair of black dress pants he had for special occasions and an undershirt. He couldn't find a shirt to go with it though. He looked around, and found only striped and patterned shirts. None of which go with dress pants. Finally he found a white hoodie and put it on.

"You're wearing that?" they both said. His mother looked at her watch. "Oh, no time to change. Let's just go." She said as she herded Jeff and his father out the door. They crossed the street over to Barbara and Billy's house. They knocked on the door and at it appeared that Barbara, just like his parents, way over-dressed. As they walked inside all Jeff could see were adults, no kids.

"The kids are out in the yard. Jeff, how about you go and meet some of them?" said Barbara.

Jeff walked outside to a yard full of kids. They were running around in weird cowboy costumes and shooting each other with plastic guns. He might as well be standing in a Toys R Us. Suddenly a kid came up to him and handed him a toy gun and hat.

"Hey. Wanna pway?" he said.

"Ah, no kid. I'm way too old for this stuff." The kid looked at him with that weird puppydog face.

"Pwease?" said the kid. "Fine," said Jeff. He put on the hat and started to pretend shoot at the kids. At first he thought it was totally ridiculous, but then he started to actually have fun. It might not have been super cool, but it was the first time he had done something that took his mind off of Liu. So he played with the kids for a while, until he heard a noise. A weird rolling noise. Then it hit him. Randy, Troy, and Keith all jumped over the fence on their skateboards. Jeff dropped the fake gun and ripped off the hat. Randy looked at Jeff with a burning hatred.

"Hello, Jeff, is it?" he said. "We have some unfinished business." Jeff saw his bruised nose." I think we're even. I beat the crap out of you, and you get my brother sent to JDC."

Randy got an angry look in his eyes. "Oh no, I don't go for even, I go for winning. You may have kicked our asses that one day, but not today." As he said that Randy rushed at Jeff. They both fell to the ground. Randy punched Jeff in the nose, and Jeff grabbed him by the ears and head butted him. Jeff pushed Randy off of him and both rose to their feet. Kids were screaming and parents were running out of the house. Troy and Keith both pulled guns out of their pockets.

"No one interrupts or guts will fly!" they said. Randy pulled a knife on Jeff and stabbed it into his shoulder.

Jeff screamed and fell to his knees. Randy started kicking him in the face. After three kicks Jeff grabs his foot and twists it, causing Randy to fall to the ground. Jeff stood up and walked towards the back door. Troy grabbed him.

"Need some help?" He picks Jeff up by the back of the collar and throws him through the patio door. As Jeff tries to stand he is kicked down to the ground. Randy repeatedly starts kicking Jeff, until he starts to cough up blood.

"Come on Jeff, fight me!" He picks Jeff up and throws him into the kitchen. Randy sees a bottle of vodka on the counter and smashes the glass over Jeff's head.

"Fight!" He throws Jeff back into the living room.

"Come on Jeff, look at me!" Jeff glances up, his face riddled with blood. "I was the one who got your brother sent to JDC! And now you're just gonna sit here and let him rot in there for a whole year! You should be ashamed!" Jeff starts to get up.

"Oh, finally! you stand and fight!" Jeff is now to his feet, blood and vodka on his face. Once again he gets that strange feeling, the one in which he hasn't felt for a while. "Finally. He's up!" says Randy as he runs at Jeff. That's when it happens. Something inside Jeff snaps. His psyche is destroyed, all rational thinking is gone, all he can do, is kill. He grabs Randy and pile drives him to the ground. He gets on top of him and punches him straight in the heart. The punch causes Randy's heart to stop. As Randy gasps for breath. Jeff hammers down on him. Punch after punch, blood gushes from Randy's body, until he takes one final breath, and dies.

Everyone is looking at Jeff now. The parents, the crying kids, even Troy and Keith. Although they easily break from their gaze and point their guns at Jeff. Jeff see's the guns trained on him and runs for the stairs. As he runs Troy and Keith let out fire on him, each shot missing. Jeff runs up the stairs. He hears Troy and Keith follow up behind. As they let out their final rounds of bullets Jeff ducks into the bathroom. He grabs the towel rack and rips it off the wall. Troy and Keith race in, knives ready.

Troy swings his knife at Jeff, who backs away and bangs the towel rack into Troy's face. Troy goes down hard and now all that's left is Keith. He is more agile than Troy though, and ducks when Jeff swings the towel rack. He dropped the knife and grabbed Jeff by the neck. He pushed him into the wall. A thing of bleach fell down on top of him from the top shelf. It burnt both of them and they both started to scream. Jeff wiped his eyes as best as he could. He pulled back the towel rack and swung it straight into Keith's head. As he lay there, bleeding to death, he let out an ominous smile.

"What's so funny?" asked Jeff. Keith pulled out a lighter and switched it on. "What's funny," he said, "Is that you're covered in bleach and alcohol." Jeff's eyes widened as Keith threw the lighter at him. As soon as the flame made contact with him, the flames ignited the alcohol in the vodka. While the alcohol burned him, the bleach bleached his skin. Jeff let out a terrible screech as he caught on fire. He tried to roll out the fire but it was no use, the alcohol had made him a walking inferno. He ran down the hall, and fell down the stairs. Everybody started screaming as they saw Jeff, now a man on fire, drop to the ground, nearly dead. The last thing Jeff saw was his mother and the other parents trying to extinguish the flame. That's when he passed out.

When Jeff woke he had a cast wrapped around his face. He couldn't see anything, but he felt a cast on his shoulder, and stitches all over his body. He tried to stand up, but he realized that there was some tube in his arm, and when he tried to get up it fell out, and a nurse rushed in.

"I don't think you can get out of bed just yet." she said as she put him back in his bed and re-inserted the tube. Jeff sat there, with no vision, no idea of what his surroundings were. Finally, after hours, he heard his mother.

"Honey, are you okay?" she asked. Jeff couldn't answer though, his face was covered, and he was unable to speak. "Oh honey, I have great news. After all the witnesses told the police that Randy confessed of trying to attack you, they decided to let Liu go." This made Jeff almost bolt up, stopping halfway, remembering the tube coming out of his arm. "He'll be out by tomorrow, and then you two will be able to be together again."

Jeff's mother hugs Jeff and says her goodbyes. The next couple of weeks were those where Jeff was visited by his family. Then came the day where his bandages were to be removed. His family were all there to see it, what he would look like. As the doctors unwrapped the bandages from Jeff's face everyone was on the edge of their seats. They waited until the last bandage holding the cover over his face was almost removed.

"Let's hope for the best," said the doctor. He quickly pulls the cloth; letting the rest fall from Jeff's face.

Jeff's mother screams at the sight of his face. Liu and Jeff's dad stare awe-struck at his face.

"What? What happened to my face?" Jeff said. He rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw the cause of the distress. His face. It...it's horrible. His lips were burnt to a deep shade of red. His face was turned into a pure white color, and his hair singed from brown to black. He slowly put his hand to his face. It had a sort of leathery feel to it now. He looked back at his family then back at the mirror.

"Jeff," said Liu, "It's not that bad...."

"Not that bad?" said Jeff," It's perfect!" His family were equally surprised. Jeff started laughing uncontrollably His parents noticed that his left eye and hand were twitching.

"Uh... Jeff, are you okay?"

"Okay? I've never felt more happy! Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa, look at me. This face goes perfectly with me!" He couldn't stop laughing. He stroked his face feeling it. Looking at it in the mirror. What caused this? Well, you may recall that when Jeff was fighting Randy something in his mind, his sanity, snapped. Now he was left as a crazy killing machine, that is, his parents didn't know.

"Doctor," said Jeff's mom, "Is my son... alright, you know. In the head?"

"Oh yes, this behavior is typical for patients that have taken very large amounts of pain killers. If his behavior doesn't change in a few weeks, bring him back here, and we'll give him a psychological test."

"Oh thank you doctor." Jeff's mother went over to Jeff." Jeff, sweety. It's time to go."

Jeff looks away from the mirror, his face still formed into a crazy smile. "Kay mommy, ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaa!" his mother took him by the shoulder and took him to get his clothes.

"This is what came in," said the lady at the desk. Jeff's mom looked down to see the black dress pants and white hoodie her son wore. Now they were clean of blood and now stitched together. Jeff's mother led him to his room and made him put his clothes on. Then they left, not knowing that this was their final day of life.

Later that night, Jeff's mother woke to a sound coming from the bathroom. It sounded as if someone was crying. She slowly walked over to see what it was. When she looked into the bathroom she saw a horrendous sight. Jeff had taken a knife and carved a smile into his cheeks.

"Jeff, what are you doing?" asked his mother.

Jeff looked over to his mother. "I couldn't keep smiling mommy. It hurt after awhile. Now, I can smile forever. Jeff's mother noticed his eyes, ringed in black.

"Jeff, your eyes!" His eyes were seemingly never closing.

"I couldn't see my face. I got tired and my eyes started to close. I burned out the eyelids so I could forever see myself; my new face." Jeff's mother slowly started to back away, seeing that her son was going insane. "What's wrong mommy? Aren't I beautiful?

"Yes son," she said, "Yes you are. L-let me go get daddy, so he can see your face." She ran into the room and shook Jeff's dad from his sleep. "Honey, get the gun we....." She stopped as she saw Jeff in the doorway, holding a knife.

"Mommy, you lied." That's the last thing they hear as Jeff rushes them with the knife, gutting both of them.

His brother Liu woke up, startled by some noise. He didn't hear anything else, so he just shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. As he was on the border of slumber, he got the strangest feeling that someone was watching him. He looked up, before Jeff's hand covered his mouth. He slowly raised the knife ready to plunge it into Liu. Liu thrashed here and there trying to escape Jeff's grip.

"Shhhhhhh," Jeff said. "Just go to sleep."


So, my brother and I, we kind of grew up on Pokémon. Around here a lot of kids did. It worked out perfectly for us, too - every time a new gen came out one of us would get one version, one of us would get the other, and since our mom liked to spoil us, we both got the 3rd one.

This is going to sound, at first, like a bittersweet story about two siblings who grow up with a couple of games that eventually take them down two different roads… Well, it’s a little more than that.

The years rolled by, we kept collecting. Gameboys got old; we replaced them. Cartridges finally gave out, we picked up new copies. But we started down two completely different roads before Ruby, Sapphire, and Emerald came out. See, around then my brother got a GameShark. We had heard all the hacks and cheats you could do with them, even if we were kind of late to the party, and they sounded awfully cool.

Our first guinea pig cartridge was my brother’s old Blue version. We just dicked around with it a little bit, nothing major. But whatever we did fucked the cartridge up. After just a couple of code entries, it glitched out completely and became unplayable. Naturally we were upset at first; my brother mourned the loss of his hours of work, and I was sympathetic. I told him, “It’s okay, we can replace it I guess. Stupid shark was a waste of money.”

But here our paths finally differed. After seeing the mess it had turned Blue version into, I had become opposed to the idea of hacking or cheating any of my games. (What can I say? I’m a chick. I feel feelings for the little pixel-critters.) At least with that GameShark. But my brother had taken his game’s destruction as a personal challenge or something - I don’t think he ever played a game after that which wasn’t hacked somehow. Yeah, we played a shit ton of Pokémon, man. But for us there really wasn’t much else to do; we live way out in the country without many other kids, and the farmers didn’t want us on their property… so… we played Pokémon out on the lawn just about all day, every day. It was pretty awesome to us, at least. We lost the GameShark when our rooms got moved around. A new addition was built onto our house and it disappeared in the mess of shit that got stuffed into the new closet.

Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald arrived, and after playing through them once we were both in agreement that they were definitely lacking in comparison to the last gen. We both tried another honest play-through, and though we managed to finish, it left us both yearning for some good old-fashioned nostalgia. Where were our old Gold, Silver, and Crystal cartridges though? It took us probably a month to dig through the boxes we’d been too lazy to open up before, but we finally found one full of a shitload of all our old electronics: My old purple Gameboy Color still worked, his red one could no longer hold batteries in place.

Both of our GBAs were fine, though, along with our snakelights and link cables, that one with the nifty little connector in the middle that I had always wrapped up oh-so-carefully to avoid fraying the wires and condemning it to the trash like our last cable. We both grabbed up everything we could. It was so nice to have Yellow (which had been my first and most cherished game of any series, not just Pokémon) and Red and Gold back.

We went through the motions of checking our old files, taking in all the old memories, and eventually we figured the gen 1 stuff was just too nostalgic to get rid of. I restarted Gold, he restarted Silver. Immediately he snatched the GameShark out of the box and slipped it into the back of his GBA. I just shook my head at him. I remember what I said to him.

“That thing will kill your game, you know.”

He never had liked me preaching to him about ‘abusing pixels.’ I shut my mouth after that, but it had put him off from playing with me. I guess it was just one time too many or something; I oughta know to keep my thoughts to myself, really…

It was a couple of days later that it happened. I was out on the porch, Gameboy in-hand, just about to go into the Elite 4 when I realized I needed a little help. My team was ill-balanced thanks to my playing through for leisure, and at the time I was no great trainer that could pull off gimmick runs. I knew that my brother had been two badges ahead of me when we’d last checked with one another, so I was hoping maybe he’d let me borrow a Pokémon or two just for this run-through.

Now, the thing is that I’d spent the last 24 hours at a friend’s place. I had literally come home, dumped my bag in my room, and crept out into the sun with my GBA to play. I had no idea what he’d been up to. For all I knew he was done with the game and onto a new one… which, I figured, was all the better for me since he wouldn’t need those Pokémon and I’d stand a better chance of nicking a few. So I got up and went into the house, and when I was crossing the living room I noticed all of his Pokémon games lying on the floor.

Some of the cartridges had been mangled, like they’d been hacked at with something sharp. Even his old Blue version, long ago dead and too sentimental to throw away, was lying with the plastic cut ragged, split almost halfway up one side, completely unusable anymore even if it would have worked. I was a little scared. This had to have happened this morning, otherwise our mom would have seen and they wouldn’t be lying on the carpet. Tucking my GBA into my pocket, I crept over to his room and found the door unlocked. Somehow that was even more concerning.

I walked in and found my brother sitting on the edge of his bed. His GBA was in pieces on the floor at his feet, smashed to bits. Next to him on the bed were a hammer and our mother’s gardening scissors. His face was paler than I’d ever seen it, even whiter than the time we’d gone corning and the old guy up the street, legally blind and a raving nutcase, had come and chased us into the trees with a shotgun. It was now I also noticed the GameShark on the ground, and a silver cartridge corner poking from under his bed. Somehow they had been spared the wrath of the hammer.

“Are you okay?” I asked. I remember the chills that ran through me. He was my little brother. Seeing him like this was horrifying.

“It was awful,” I remember him rasping, and the way his voice rattled made my knees weak. “Oh god. White everywhere, and then BLACK…”

I remember running over and hugging him. And I remember, his limp arm fell and brushed the Gameboy in my pocket, and his sudden scream, right in my ear, making me jump and bite my tongue by accident. He ripped the handheld from my pocket and hurled it at the far wall. I cried out at the dent the plastic system made there, running over to collect it. The screen had gone dark, and though I feared the worst when I flicked the switch it powered up normally. I waited there in the corner, trying to pretend the GBA mattered enough not to go and run for our mom.

The volume was on.

The Pokémon theme started up, and he screamed again, picking up the hammer. This time I screamed, too, and ran from the room with my GBA clutched to my chest like a shield.

He ended up in the psyche ward of the hospital for two days. When we went to visit him, I left my GBA at home. No one could figure out what had set off his strange, manic behavior. There was some talk that I didn’t understand at the time about some kind of disorder he may or may not have had, but even though mom and I had collected and brought in all the cut-up cartridges to be looked at (moms'idea, not mine), no one had even thought to tie it back to the game… maybe that was my fault.

I hadn’t said a word about what had happened when he had accidentally touched my Gameboy, or the blind, white terror he had been thrown into when the music had started. On my last visit to the hospital before school on the second day, I was left alone in the room with him while mom had some private talk with the doctor about precautions to take should this happen again. I sat in a chair next to the bed where he was staring at the ceiling. But then suddenly he sat up, making me flinch.

“Hey,” he told me, “Angie. Go in my room when you get home.”

I didn’t understand what he meant, and then I remembered the things we hadn’t packed up and brought in… the game and the hacking tool under his bed.

“Get rid of them. I don’t ever want to play with them ever again.”

His voice was so weary and desperate… he sounded like an old man on his deathbed. My poor, damaged little brother… how could I refuse?

“Promise you’ll get rid of them.”

“Okay. I promise.”

I was carted off to school late, and through the whole day I only had my promise to him in my head. I didn’t know it at the time, but this would be the last time that I could ever play the big-sister role and help him out. I just had to get home and get rid of that game… but as the day went on a sick curiosity started to go through my own head. What could possibly have happened to that game that scared him so badly? I was scared, myself, but I just had to know. I had to.

I got home and went right into his room, bent on uncovering whatever horror was waiting for me. Mom had since vacuumed the room, and the cartridge and GameShark were no longer visible. I got down and crawled half under the bed, feeling timid but holding onto the promise I made as my badge of courage. Under the bed there was enough dust to make me cough, enough old Legos and various other toys that I couldn’t set my elbow down without it landing on something. But I finally saw both objects. They’d been shoved to the corner, on top of a notebook that looked too new to have been down here long. Unthinking, I grabbed the corner of the paper and dragged everything out with me, still wheezing from the dust. (Allergies and all.)

They looked so innocent, simple toys and a simple, spiral-bound bunch of papers. When I set Silver version and the GameShark on the floor, I took a closer look at the notebook. On it were scrawled at least twenty different cheat codes, but one had been scratched out with sharpie over where it had initially been drawn in with pen. This was confusing. He had REALLY tried to erase it out- the marker had been pressed to the paper so hard that ink soaked through most of the pages behind it, almost 2/3rds of the way to the card-stock back cover. But pen has a way of sticking around. I picked up the notebook and tilted it backward in the light, and the reflective surface of the sharpie revealed the indents that had been left where he’d written. The code was an unintelligible mess of letters and numbers, but the words next to it confused me.

“Easter Egg – Snow on Mt. Silver”

I remembered what he had said when I’d found him… he had been raving about white, white and then black… could he mean snow? Even though it was only August and the temperature was still climbing to 90 degrees every day, a chill ran down my spine. Did I dare…?

I picked everything up and brought it to my room, and laid it out on the carpet in front of me with my own GBA next to it. For a long time I just stared down at it, and the longer I looked, the more maniacal Lugia’s face became on the sticker… like some kind of twisted grin, like it was daring me to find out what had happened to my brother. I was a 14 year old kid. Did I really want to tempt fate and risk ending up like him? I glared down at Lugia for awhile longer.

I had to see.

I slid Gold out of my GBA and stuck Silver in in its place. It took me almost 15 minutes to compose myself and turn it on.

It started up normally. I left the sound on low, too afraid of what I might hear to keep it up the full way, and too curious to turn it the whole way off. The title screen was normal, too. Lugia again, but somehow menacing despite my common sense telling me it was exactly the same picture as every other time I had started up the game. How bad could this be? I asked myself. His notes said Easter egg. Didn’t that mean that that was coding already in the game? The menu came up… still absolutely normal.

His character was Blake, with a mostly filled Pokédex … but the time was odd. 999:99. I KNEW he couldn’t have been playing that long… I had barely logged 50 hours on my own game and I was at the E4… and I was playing slowly. Probably the result of his hacking fucking up his file, I thought. Well, whatever then… The game started up, and the first thing I noticed was the prolonged black screen. It took almost a minute for anything to change… and there was no sound at all. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up already, but it was too late to turn back.

Finally, a very dim sort of map came onto the screen… but it looked like static. What was going on? I squinted down and realized with a fearsome pang that it was actually the Mt. Silver map… but what I thought was static was heavy-falling snow. So this was where he had last saved his game. I checked his party… a very normal team for someone who’d been using a GameShark: Typhlosion, Feraligatr, Meganium, Pidgeot, Tyranitar, Lugia, all level 100 with modded moves… typical for him. Something about the sprites was… strange, though. They seemed sullen, in a way. Their colors seemed washed-out, and their expressions lacked the usual vigor they normally had. I chalked this up to missing pixels or something, also due to the hacking…

The map had brightened up just a smidgeon when I closed out of the start menu. Indeed, snow was somehow falling very heavily; pixels danced across the screen so fast it was hard to see the little sprite that was my brother’s character. Something was off about him, too. When I checked the information, it was the same as the Pokémon sprites; the colors were dull. In fact, now that I thought about it, he almost looked frostbitten.

My stomach tightened, and I turned and tried to move back down the mountain. As I hit the bottom of the screen, words popped up, and there was finally a sound – my sprite hitting an invisible wall.

“I can’t turn back now.”

That was… unsettling. I went into my Pokémon and tried to use Pidgeot’s ‘Fly’ ability.

“I can’t fly in this!” obviously referring to the snow.

‘Fuck this,’ I thought, going into his bag. There was an escape rope. I tried using it.

“I can’t go back anymore.”

What was going on? Once again, I tried to walk back down the mountain, and to my horror the words changed with every attempt.

“I can’t run away.”

“I can’t go back down.”

“I can never go back.”

This last one sent a frigid feeling through my heart. There was no way down the mountain. I had to climb. Turning the little sprite around, I moved him forward.

No resistance at all, though my walking speed was oddly slow. What was truly weird was the lack of grass, of trainers, of anything at all but that white snow, which still blew across the screen and made it almost impossible to see. As I moved further “up” the mountain, his walking speed became slower, and slower. The static curtain of pixels grew thicker, so that I could barely make out the features of the map… but it seemed like the only way to move was straight ahead anyway. I reached what looked like a set of stairs at the very top edge of the screen. I didn’t remember this being there before. As I tried to move up, the little sprite paused.

“I’m cold.”

By now even I was getting goosebumps. His walking speed had become painfully slow, as if somehow he was being impeded. Up the little staircase…

More text on the screen.

“Meganium has died.”

What the fuck, I thought. Pokémon don’t die in these games. I checked in my party, and was frightened and confused by what I saw.

Meganium’s sprite had been replaced by a red X. All of my other Pokémon sported varying degrees of damage, though I hadn’t battled once. I went into my bag and found a single revive, and tried to use it.

“It’s too late,” it said. What kind of easter egg was this?

There wasn’t much else I could do… trying to turn around yielded the same messages as before. So I kept moving.

“Pidgeot has died.”

I checked again… sure enough, there was the little red X. This time I selected it and looked at the Pokémon itself, trying to figure out what was wrong… I wished I hadn’t.

The sprite was mangled; pieces of it were missing. What was left was splotched with a sickish blue-grey color, and its eye was a solid black pit. I flipped down to Meganium- same deal, a leg missing, a chunk of its neck, most of its head, save that pitch-black, dead eye.

Morbid curiosity urged me onward, and the path never deviated from the straight upward road I’d traveled the entire time. Along the way, every now and then, another party Pokémon would ‘die’ and examination of its sprite would show it was in the same condition as the others. Until all that was left was Typhlosion. One more stair case was up ahead. I climbed it, braced for whatever horror awaited me.

I hit the summit.

It was deserted – Red was nowhere to be found.

The snow had stopped falling.

In the very center of the map was something sticking out of the snow. It looked like a Pokéball. Okay, maybe all this creepy shit lead up to some climactic, final battle using whatever was in THERE. If I picked it up, maybe Red would come out of hiding. I walked over and examined it, and there was a burst of static noise from my game that made me jump.

What appeared on the screen was a battle animation, my trainer sprite appearing, his skin tinged blue… against another mangled Pokémon sprite.

It was Celebi.

In the center of that black hole that was its eye, a single red dot burned out like an ember. The thing looked rotted. I didn’t even throw out my mostly-dead typhlosion before it had moved.

“Celebi used Perish Song.”

A screech came out of my GBA, and I almost dropped it as the screen went white. A part of me was relieved, thinking that my final Pokémon had been KO’d and I would be transported to a Pokémon center… but I was wrong. My sprite reappeared in what looked like a cave; was I now inside the mountain?

I checked my trainer card and felt sick. The sprite was just as mauled as the Pokémon had been; a leg gone. A single eye remaining, pitch-black and so, so sad looking, tears welled up at the corner… And every color on him was replaced by those sick shades of frosty blue-and-grey. Every stat on the card was reduced to 0, except the time, which still read 999:99.

I quickly moved back to the map. His sprite there mimicked the horror it had become on the trainer card; pieces were missing, everything was discolored. I started trying to walk, and at first I received a message.

“It’s so cold.”

There was only one direction to go- upward. I moved on, and every now and then would be stopped by a message that made my heart sink lower and lower.

“Mother…”

“It feels so cold…”

“I can’t go on…”

The walls, as I walked, became darker and darker, until they were pitch-black at the end.

There was an exit there, marked only by a white outline. I had no other choice but to go through it.

It opened into a chamber that was also solid white… the only way to distinguish the walls was a thin grey line that marked them as separate from the floor. Against the far wall there was another sprite. Red’s sprite. Intact. I had come this far… I had to finish this. I walked right up to him and hit A.

“…”

A battle started.

Red’s sprite had none of the deformities that marred my own. The colors were the same blues and greys, but he was intact. He just looked… extremely sad. His first Pokémon came out; Venusaur. It was just like my own had been… but level 0, with a speck of health. I sent out typlosion, who had just 6 Hit Points (HP) left. No Pokémon made a sound when they were brought into battle.
Stuff...The normal and frostbitten sprites of Red's Blastoise, Venusaur and Espeon.

“Venusaur used struggle!”

There was no animation, just a single point of damage done to typhlosion, and then the opposing sprite dropped off the screen.

“Venusaur has died!”

There was no text asking me to switch out. Instead, there was just what I took to be dialogue from Red.

“…”

His next Pokémon was Blastoise, even more mangled than Venusaur had been. It too struggled and died. After each round there was that ominous “…” from their trainer. Every sprite was more damaged than the last; his Espeon was barely distinguishable as a Pokémon. I realized somewhere he was sending them out all out of order, which saved one Pokémon for last…

Pikachu came out, and it was grotesque. It, too, was discolored like it was frostbitten. It was missing an ear, half its body and tail, its head was mostly intact but its eyes were much larger than they should have been, and glared out at me like pitch-black windows into hell… but the thing that got me the most was the giant smile that extended almost all the way to the edges of its head. Its health was somehow at 0, or at least looked that way. My hands were shaking. I didn’t get a chance to attack.

“Pikachu used Pain Split.”

“Pikachu has died! Typhlosion has died!”

It cut back to the image of Red’s sprite… and now it looked like mine, with his body so butchered it looked like a carcass stripped of most of its meat… except it had those same, soulless, deranged eyes as Pikachu.

I finally understood what happened. They were dead. They were dead, and this sub-level of the mountain was the hell they now existed in.

Red finally spoke.

“It’s over.”

The screen flashed black and white for a moment.

“Used Destiny Bond!”

A horrible, hideous screeching started to issue from my GBA. The screen went white and it shrieked at me, and I threw it to the floor and pressed my back against the bed. The horrible noise continued for several long moments while the screen stayed white.

Then went black.

Then there was silence.

It took me a long few moments, but I eventually stood up. I took the GameShark. I took the notebook. I took that fucking possessed game. I picked them all up and carried them to the garbage can we had already set out for morning pickup, at the end of our long, winding driveway… and I threw them in. When I got back to the house, I don’t know what made me do it, but I picked up yellow version and inserted it into my Gameboy… I think it was part of me determined to make sure I hadn’t somehow been tainted as well. The music started up. The game played. I turned to my Pikachu and hit A.

Its smiling face greeted me with an ear twitch and a big, pixelated smile. A pleasant, normal smile. I turned my game off, and spent the next hour crying on the floor.

My brother and I never did play Pokémon together again – he gave it up for good. I stuck to replaying my comforting, unhacked games.

That winter, the snow fell thick.

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“Yes, yes, fuck, yes! Harder! Deeper!”

Tess moaned out loud as he was being pummeled into the bed over and over. He spread his legs as wide as he could to give his client more access and he screamed in approval as the client slammed his cock deep into his G-spot that made him see white, hot flashes.

“Nnnh…Can…Can I come inside, Mommy?” his client groaned, still playing his role.

“Yes, yes, you can…! Mommy allows it…! Shoot Mommy full~!”

With that, his client groaned and emptied himself into him after a couple of last hard thrust, prompting Tess’s orgasm as well. Tess allowed the client to collect himself and ride out his orgasm before hinting to him that his time was up and it was time for him to collect his payment. The client did as he was told, give Tess a playful pinch on the cheek and a gentle pat on his round belly and left Tess’s nursery-themed room.

Tess worked as a role-play prostitute in one of the many underground brothels that were still legal in Neo-Earth. He had serviced many clients in the past role-playing various characters from nurses to Japanese schoolgirl/boy to even as far as BDSM role-play, but still fictional characters were his most favourite.

Till the day he got pregnant.

At first he was worried that he would get fired because he had nowhere else to go. He was married once almost immediately after graduating from high school to his history teacher, but she died of a heart attack 2 years later and left behind a lot of debts for him to cover due to her dark secret of having a compulsive gambling problem that he didn’t know until after her death. The bank had claimed their home and most of their properties, and loan sharks dragged away whatever was left of value to pay barely a fifth of what she owed.

Being that he had always been a househusband after marriage and never had a decent job, his friend from grade school recommended him this job that not only pays well, but also he would have a roof over his head and fun, freedom and pleasure at the same time. It wasn’t long before he got accustomed to this lifestyle and was able to pay up most of the interest incurred in the debt and enjoy awesome sex every day. Thankfully his pimp was versatile and accommodating, and after giving him a bit of a lecture about safe sex, he decided to make Tess into a temporary role-play “Mommy” for people who have a fetish for pregnant people, just until he gives birth.

Tess didn’t know who the father, or mother, of the child is, since he catered to both Neo-girls and Earth men alike, and he probably would never know. But he tried not to let it bother him. He had a home, he had access to good food and good money, and he had mind-blowing sex during the hormonal phase, and the baby was going to be sent away to a good home once it was born anyway. He couldn’t ask for more. He would’ve liked it if he could keep the child, since he was getting a little attached to it, but he knew this was not a fitting place to raise a child, and he needed the money to pay his debts more than he needed it to keep the baby.

Tess cleaned himself and waddled to the intercom at his door. Taking out the NO SERVICE hanger to hang outside his door, he pressed the intercom to connect with his pimp.

“Bob? Hey, Bob, you there?”

“Yeah, sweetcakes, wassup?” Bob’s voice could be heard on the other line.

“It’s time for my webcam session, so no customers for the next 2 hours, OK?”

“Alright, sweetcakes. Money wire-tap connection as usual?”

“Yup, thanks.”

Tess made his way to his built-in bathroom (all the prostitutes’ rooms have their own bathrooms, by the way) to take a shower and get ready for his next gig. Webcam session was one of the many services the brothel provided, and here they can do whatever they want: from just doing their normal daily thing (for voyeurism fetishes) to full-on webcam interaction with people on the other line. Tess preferred the interaction as he knew there were quite a lot of pregnant fetishists about the internet and would pay big money to talk to him up close and personal.

Drying himself, he got out the naked apron from his wardrobe, which was his audience’s favourite, and put it on while he turned on the webcam and connected through the server to get to their brothel’s website live chat page. No sooner he was connected, than several ding-s were heard and the chat box lit up with incoming messages. Tess glanced at the first few IDs and smiled, recognizing his regulars.

“Hey there, Pari87. Hi, BlueTAP. Good evening, awesomeballs101.”

Hello~ Gorgeous~!
How’re you doing? How’s the baby?
You look great in that apron as always.

“Thanks, guys,” Tess giggled. “Baby’s doing just fine. We just had a nice romp beforehand.”

Man, that sounds sexy!
Wish I could fuck you right now.
Show us your body, baby!

Tess obliged as he stood in front of the webcam, did a short catwalk and twirled around, doing a full circle to show the full view of his delectable body. His natural pregnancy glow made him even more desirable, and he could just imagine his audience getting simultaneous boners right about now.

Amazing~! Love that ass, baby~!
My god, you’re too sexy for words~!
What else can you do today for us?

“I’m glad you asked,” Tess said as he went out of the webcam view for a moment, then returned with his favourite black pearl-studded dildo. Brandishing it before his audience, he seductively ran his tongue along the length of the dildo, lubing it up for its grand entrance while he sat with his pussy in full view at the webcam diddling himself.

Ooh, yeah, keep doing that.
Let us hear your voice, baby~
So sexy and fuckable right now!

Tess moaned at the webcam as he continued to diddle himself while sucking the dildo. Once it was nicely lubed up, he teasingly probed himself for his audience to watch before slipping it inside, slowly fucking himself in front of the webcam.

Oh yeah~ Work that stick, baby~
Oh my god, so sexy~
Can I have your babies next time~?

“If you pay extra, awesomeballs, yeah, definitely,” Tess replied just to make him feel happy. There was no way he was going to let himself get knocked up again, what with his lifestyle.

Tess kept on masturbating and fucking himself in front of the webcam, responding to minor requests from his audience. He was sitting on a bean bag seat and he was able to lean back to gain more access to reach his sweet spot and let his audience see more of him. Needless to say, the response was phenomenal.

“Mmh…I’m going to come soon…” Tess moaned as he tried to slow down a little so as not to release too quickly. “Would you like me to come at your faces?”

Oh yes, please! Come at us!
Soak your juices on our faces, baby!
Give it to me, baby~

“Oh yeah…Oh yeah, here I come…!! I’m gonna come~!!”

A few more thrusts later, Tess screamed his orgasm as he came in front of the webcam. Torrents of fluid came rushing out of him, squirting onto the webcam and the computer itself, and thoroughly soaking his thighs and the seat he was on.

Oh wow! Look at that squirt!
Is that a new trick?
When did you learn how to squirt like that?

Tess was surprised too. He was not a squirter, and whenever he orgasmed, he was always left with a subtle wetness in his pussy. This was a full-blown wet orgasm, something that he had never experienced.

“I dunno, guys. It is new but…”

Suddenly Tess gasped as he felt a strong wave of pain that traveled from the base of his back, around his pelvic area all the way to his round belly that tightened like a vice. That wave somehow squeezed out a bit more fluid out of his pussy and the realization soon dawned to him that his water had just broken and he was in labour.

Are you alright, baby?
Something wrong?
Is the kid OK?

“Oh shit…” Tess groaned as another one came 3 minutes later. Had he been feeling this all along and hadn’t noticed? “I think…I think I’m in labour. I gotta go…”

No! Don’t go! Stay!
Yeah! Give birth right here!
We wanna see!

“What?!” Tess widened his eyes in horror. “You gotta be kidding me! I need a doctor, not a spectator! I can’t do this on my own!”

Come on! Please do it!
People give birth to babies on their own all the time! It’s not that hard!
We’ll support you! We’ll help you! Come on!

Tess watched as more and more of his audience came in with eager messages of him to stay and give birth live online, some of them he had never seen before in his life, and he took pride in knowing his regulars pretty well.

“No way! I’m signing off…”

We’ll pay! We’ll pay right now! Look!

No sooner one of them said that, than he saw the money meter on his website suddenly shot up and he was actually getting paid twice as much of his usual earnings. They were actually stoked to see him give birth right before them and satisfy their fetish.

It couldn’t hurt (except his contractions right now). He was getting paid for it, and if anything else goes wrong, his co-workers were just a step away from his room both left and right. What had he got to lose?

“Fuck…” Tess moaned as he positioned himself in front of the webcam again. “You better be paying me quadruple by the time I’m done!”

Alright! Bring it on!
This party is gonna go off the roof!
Don’t worry! I’m rolling with dough tonight! Bring it!

Thankfully the bean bag seat was flexible enough to be able to settle him in a birthing position. Spreading his legs apart for his audience to see, he held himself up under his knees and tried to breathe through the contractions. Instinctively, he knew his body wasn’t ready yet, so he tried to resist pushing.

Is it coming out? Aren’t you pushing?
Be patient, you idiot!
Yeah! He’s not ready yet! Just watch and wait!

After about 10 minutes, Tess could feel the overwhelming sensation to push, so he gave in and pushed down as hard as he could. He could hear numerous ding-s sounding off from his PC, but he couldn’t be bothered to reply them. His mind right now was fully focused on getting the baby out.

“Holy shit…!! It hurts…!!”

Excited replies and encouragement came pouring in as Tess kept on pushing. A few times he felt the baby shrink back in, but other than that, he was making good progress.

OMG! I can see the head!
Yeah, me too! Awesome!
I’m so jerking off right now to this!
Wait a sec, that ain’t a head!
Holy shit! It’s a butt!
Your baby’s coming out wrong, dude!

Tess had to stop pushing for a second when the incoming messages were too much and too frantic to ignore. Peeking at the messages while taking a breather, he realized BlueTAP was saying that he was seeing a butt. Sure enough, when he reached down to touch it, he did not feel the usual roundness or hairiness of a head, but instead it was smooth and he could feel a slit that seemed like the crack of a butt.

“Oh fuck…Oh fuck…What do I do…?!” Tess whimpered in panic, not to anyone in particular.

Try changing its position!
It’s too far down, genius! He can’t do that!
Try squatting! Maybe it’ll come out faster and you’ll get it over with!

Taking heed of Pari87’s advice, Tess climb up onto the bean bag seat and got into a deep squat, his ass facing the webcam so that the audience could still see his progress. As predicted, the progress was much faster, albeit a little bit more painful.

“Oow~ Oow, fuck~! Fuck, fuck, fuck~!!” Tess screamed as he could feel the baby descended more. He might have torn a little but there was no stopping now.

Another heave later and soon the baby’s butt along with the feet were free out of his womb, earning even more excited incoming messages. Tess quickly returned to his normal birthing position, took hold of the baby’s legs and gently pulled along with his pushes. Once the shoulders started to come out, Tess was in a bloody, sobbing sweaty mess.

“Tess? Sweetcakes, you done? Your 2 hours are up, and you’ve got a bit of a line here.”

Tess froze when he heard his pimp Bob calling through the intercom. He couldn’t move with the baby between his legs, but he couldn’t just ignore him either, or there would be hell to pay.

“Hey, Tess? Are you sleeping or something? If you are, wake the hell up, or I’ll send those guys down on you. I know you don’t like orgies, so don’t make me give you one.”

He was right; he didn’t like orgies. They were messy and noisy and non-personal and he didn’t like being fought over like a piece of meat—and they paid less too—but he couldn’t respond to Bob even if he wanted to. Another contraction came and he had to push.

“Alright, that’s it. I’m sending them dow—oh great, here comes trouble. Hey, Pinn, how’re you doing?”

The intercom shut off for a while and Tess was left to his own devices for the time being. Pinn was one of the debt collectors that worked with the loan shark his wife was owed to and he would come bi-weekly to come and collect his dues. Thankfully, unlike most debt collectors who just grab all the money and go, Pinn would leave just enough for Tess to survive on before taking the rest with him, keeping mum about it to his boss saying that it was all Tess got for the week. He suspected that maybe Pinn had a small crush on him or something, and he had to admit Pinn was quite good-looking, but it was wishful thinking.

Tess gave in to another urge to push again as Bob probably was buying him some time on his end. More messages came in and he could see from a glance that his money meter was off the roof. He wasn’t sure if Bob was able to see this on his side of the computer—since all the computers within the building were being monitored by the pimp’s server—but if he did, it would be the most money he had ever seen his prostitutes earn in a day.

“Hey, Tess. Pinn is coming down now, so you better have your ass and money ready for him!”

“Shit, shit, shit,” Tess groaned as he tried to push the baby’s head out after finally managing to free both shoulders. “Please, please, please~ Get out, get out, get out~!!”

“Tess?” Pinn’s voice and knock could be heard behind the door. “Tess, it’s me. You know the drill.”

“Pinn…Pinn, please help me…”

Pinn came in at Tess’s distress call and was taken absolutely by surprise to see Tess on his bean bag seat, legs spread in front of the webcam and a baby coming out of his pussy at the wrong side. For a moment, he was a little lost.

“Umm…Uhh…Umm…What am I supposed to do?” Pinn asked awkwardly.

“The baby…Help me…The baby…!!” Tess tried to speak but the contractions were forcing him to focus on pushing.

Pinn quickly cleared his mind as he made his way to Tess and took over catching the baby. With his hands free, Tess gripped tightly on the seat and pushed down along with his contractions, trying to get the head out. The incoming messages suddenly got frantic and Pinn couldn’t resist turning to see what they were.

Aw, come on! Get outta the shot!
You’re blocking the view!
Dude! We wanna see! Get your fat ass off!

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you weirdo-s!” Pinn couldn’t help scolding at Tess’s audience as he returned to tending to Tess. By then, Bob poked his curious head in to see what the commotion was about.

“What the fuck is going on? Tess?! What the hell?!”

“Don’t just stand there and call the ambulance!” Pinn berated, prompting Bob to quickly comply. He then turned back to Tess and coached, “You’re almost there, Tess. I can see the chin poking out. Just one more push.”

“I’m…I’m sorry…” Tess whimpered, sobbing to the point of hiccoughing. “I’m sorry you had to…”

“Don’t worry about it, love. Just gimme one last push. Make it big.”

With that, Tess took a few deep breaths for good measure before pushing down that one last time, letting loose a scream as it slid out of his womb that alerted his co-workers to peek in as well. A few seconds later, the baby’s shrill cry for air could be heard throughout the whole brothel.

“Oh my god! Tess, you’re having the baby?!”

“The baby’s born?! Oh my god!!”

“Oh, it’s beautiful! What is it?!”

“Are you still online?”

Tess realized, as he panted in relief, that he was still live on the webcam and he could see that chat box flooded with messages of his audience sharing his co-workers’ excitement and joy and his money meter sporting its highest number yet. Keeping in character, he managed to give his audience a small smile through his sweaty face.

“Show’s over, folks. Thanks for the money.”

Pinn took over and turned off the live feed before handing the baby to Tess. One of Tess’s co-workers helpfully handed Pinn a pair of clean scissors to cut the cord. Tess checked the baby’s gender and smiled to his co-workers.

“It’s a Neo-girl.”

All his co-workers squealed and giggled gleefully before Bob came to tell Tess and Pinn that the ambulance was on its way.

“So I guess I’ll have to postpone the money collection?”

“It’s OK,” Tess gestured to his dresser. “It’s at the usual spot. Take what you need.”

Pinn nodded and washed his hands before going to the dresser to get his usual amount. While he did that, Tess checked the baby’s features. She was a little blue from being put through a wringer like that, but was slowly gaining colour from the warmth of the blanket she was wrapped up with and the air she was taking in. She had his reddish-brown hair and apparently born with heterochromia—odd eye phenomenon—where her left eye was green and her right eye was his aquamarine blue. The only person he had ever seen the same phenomenon and that same exact green colour was…

“Umm…Pinn?” Tess voiced out.

“Yeah?” Pinn turned to him after pocketing the money.

“Remember when…I told you that it was my birthday that day and…you decided to give me something ‘special’…?”

“Yeeeeaaaaahhh…?” Pinn replied awkwardly, still a little weirded out about what he did that drunken night.

“I think…I think she’s yours.”

“W-Wait…Wait, what? No way!”

Tess showed him the baby’s odd eyes and gave him a challenging look.

“Tell me she did not get this from someone else, because I know for sure as hell you’re the only one I know who has these eyes and have fucked me.”

“Oh man…” Pinn was flabbergasted at upon seeing the baby girl sharing the same phenomenon as he did (his was one green one brown). “Oh man…This is weird…”

“S’OK,” Tess sighed as he cuddled the baby close to give her her first meal. “I won’t ask you to take responsibility or anything. I know you got a boss to answer to. I’m gonna put her up for adoption anyway…”

“Please, no, don’t do that.”

“What?”

“I’ll take her.”

“Come on, Pinn, be serious,” Tess laughed nervously. “I don’t need your pity.”

“Haven’t you already known how I feel for you?” Pinn knelt before him.

“I…had an idea that you might have a crush on me but…no, you’re just humoring me.”

“I’m not,” Pinn took his hand. “Listen, I may not be much, but I know I can take care of you, and I know what I feel for you is real. Quit this job. Come with me.”

“What…? But I…My debts…I…” Tess was at loss of words over this sudden confession.

“I’m been paying for you on the side. Your debt is almost clear now, and I’ve been secretly helping you to save up in an account. You don’t have to worry about money anymore. Please? Please come with me.”

Tess was a little torn. Truth be told, he had been considering quitting for some time, but this was the easiest job that made the most money, and he stayed mostly because of the debt his late wife owed. Dare he accept this, now that the opportunity was there for the taking? What would it lead his life to?

“I dunno…” Tess was a little hesitant, despite the tempting offer.

“Can I at least name her?” Pinn asked.

Tess thought for a while before he nodded.

“Adrianna. We’ll name her Adrianna.”

“It’s…surprisingly a pretty name coming from you.”

“It was my late sister’s name, you know, the one I told you about, the one who died of cancer?”

“Yeah,” Tess nodded, remembering. “It suits her.”

“I love you, Tess.”

Tess didn’t reply, but as he shared a kiss with Pinn while the ambulance sirens could be heard in the background, he thought that maybe being a debt collector’s wife wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

What else had he got to lose?

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