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Live Line is a open-world virtual reality fantasy game with many fun features that its creators promise "will sure draw players in." 
With its release comes a girl under the user of: Worldslash (otherwise World) who wishes to forget about her real life and "let go and have fun" in a world where responsibilities and real hardships are nonexistant. ...She has also decided to choose a male avatar instead of female, which, well, no judging but as to why she did is a mystery—Ahem! Forgetting about that, throughout the journey, World completes quests, defeats bosses, and meets friends but most importantly, her—his nemesis: Animalover1 (otherwise Anima). 

[ World has joined the channel ]

[World]: What kind of stupid name is that?

[System]: Now, now, World—

[World]: No, I'm serious. What kind of idiot is so crazed about animals that they—

[Anima]: I am.

[World]: Since when the f*** was she here?

[System]: I seriously don't know how both of you were able to connect to this channel, but please leave... We will later patch this glitch.

And for viewers, we hope to see you playing Live Line.

[World]: For the combat!

[Anima]: Morelike for the cute animals...

[World]: You little— When will you understand those little pet-things you're hoarding are millions of XP that us actual players could be usi—

Channel closed due to unexpected interference. [Error Code 0001: Prologue]

Live Line

World's eyes open, staring at an unfamiliar, pale ceiling.


A hefty man sat at the edge of the bed World was on. Scars were marked all over his body, emitting a threatening presence.


However, what sat on his lap seemed to be an uneaten breakfast.


World looked up from the meal to the man's face which now looked at him.


The man's expression changed from concerned to elated. He leaned forward as World slowly tried to sit up.


A harsh, low voice came from the man in front of World as World froze.


Despite having faced literal demons, something about this man scared World. 


World stared at the man's face, peering into his deep, brown eyes. 


For awhile, they kept eye contact before the man leaned back, gently resting a hand on World's leg underneath the blanket. 


"Looks like you went through hell, kid."


"You look about 20 years younger than me. So, yeah, kid."


World looked away—somewhat insulted, but he didn't say anything.


Sighing, he faced the man. World knew he was being rude... On purpose. Afterall, he was born unnecessarily cheeky. That innate trait followed him in real life and in game. 


"Little bit narcissistic, don't ya think?"


Pissed off at the comment, World threw up his fist and whipped out his middle finger.


"Yeah, yeah. I hope I'll be the one going first."


The man admitted, smiling at World once again. 


World's once aggravated expression became surprised. Truthfully, he expected a mean comment, or at worst, maybe a punch to the gut.


'At least... That's the reaction I grew up with.'


Bringing the tray up to his chest, the man demonstrated a meal to World, placing it in World's lap.


"Have your breakfast. We'll chat later."


World's eyes followed the man as he gradually made his way out the room, giving a little wave to World before closing the door.


After a minute or two of wondering whether or not the man actually left, World looked down towards the breakfast.


On a white, dented plate was a sunnyside-up egg with a poorly drawn heart of what seemed to be ketchup.


First, a smile cracked into World's face, and suddenly, he couldn't help but laugh.


Breakfast Brings Joy