Helloo guyss so this story is made by my storming motivation and whirlpool emotion made by the music that I just hear a while ago so bare with it
Prologue
Moonlight spilled through the curtains, silver and quiet, wrapping the room in a soft glow. While the rest of the world slept peacefully beside their loved ones, one kid remained wide awake.
His name is Clay Moore.
His fingers flew across the keyboard, eyes locked onto the screen. Gunfire echoed through his headset as his character sprinted across a ruined battlefield filled with smoke, broken walls, and flashing red warnings.
MATCH: SURVIVAL MODE — 100 PLAYERS REMAINING
:Too slow! Clay shouted, sliding behind cover as bullets tore through the air.
He popped out, firing with perfect timing—headshot, headshot, double kill. Enemies dropped one by one. Someone rushed him with a shotgun.
Bad move.
Clay switched to his knife mid-run, dodged the blast, and slashed in one clean motion.
ELIMINATED.
The kill feed flooded with his name.
MVP: CLAYTON_MOORE
The final enemy tried to hide.
Clay smiled.
:Found you.
One last shot. Silence.
VICTORY.
Clay leaned back in his chair, laughing loudly as he pulled off his headset.
Clay: You can't win, losers! HAHAHAHA! I'm the master of masters kneel down before me, I'm the great Clayton Moore!
Satisfied, he stood up and stretched.
Clay: That's enough for tonight. Can't make those guys unlucky to meet me in their lobby.
he proudly say to himself
He turned toward his bed, but something caught his eye.
A box.
It sat beside his computer, old and dusty, with strange artwork on the cover a spaceship drifting in space, masked figures standing beside shadowy aliens.It was a weird cover honestly and childish too who make this kind of trash and sell it?he ask himself then he read it
The title read:
ESCAPE THE SPACE
Clay frowned and picked it up, sitting on his bed.
Clay: "Where did this thing come from…? Don't tell me Dad again. Argh. He never knows what games I like."
He sighed, irritation replacing his earlier excitement
.
Still, despite how much he hated receiving games he didn't ask for, Clay never complained. He thanking and smile like always with he's father who gives him warm and love even though he is a solo parents.
Grumbling, he opened the box.
Clay: What kind of game is this now? I know it's gonna be trash it always trash I don't know where he get it but I just know it father doesn't know anything I like anyway.
He connect it to his PC and the screen flickered to life.
Mechanical clicks echoed through the room. A low hum followed, like engines warming up. Then—robotic footsteps. A calm but eerie voice spoke.
SYSTEM BOOTING…
WELCOME, PLAYER.
The screen showed a spaceship floating in deep space it looks small at first glance it also because it was pixelated but then the screen start to slowly moving towards the spaceship and it becomes big and big and big until he realizes that the space ship are big enough to be considered as a continent when he land in the lower part of the space ship which is looks like a trash looking place something pop up
MISSION OBJECTIVE: ESCAPE BEFORE THE ALIENS ELIMINATE YOU.
TRUST NO ONE.
Clay blinked.
Clay: Huh?
A small character appeared on screen a kid about Clay's age, his face pixelated and holding a glowing device.
???: Hey. You're new, right?
Clay: Great. A tutorial kid.
The boy smiled.
Guide Kid: Name's Neo. Listen carefully those aliens don't fight fair. They copy voices. They hide. If you panic, you die. Control your breathing same as how you walk .they can be killed but don't if you can.
The screen showed an alien morphing into a human shape
Guide Kid: To counter them, you have to watch movement. Aliens hesitate. Humans don't. Use sound traps, flash tools, there are also guns and knife.
Clay crossed his arms, unimpressed.
Clay: Seriously? That's it? What's the point of this game?!this is like call of duty but a lame ass version of it, I mean seriously pixelated? What is this some kind of the gun game in game boy??
He sighed loudly.
Clay: This is so disappointing…
Annoyed, he reached for the power button.
The screen froze.
The room went silent.
Then
The computer screen, the walls, the floor everything was swallowed by blinding light.
Clay's breath caught.
:W—what…?
And then
End