It was an August afternoon, a teenage boy named Roland was sitting in his bedroom, playing a video game. Roland was trying to get in the most gaming hours before school started up again in the fall, just like any normal gaming teenager. His birthday was coming up soon, but he didn’t care, he was never big on birthdays. Although, this year was different, there was one particular game that caught his fancy. It was called simply, “You Decide.” He doesn’t know why he liked it so much, he just wanted it. He had been begging his step mom for the game, but she said no, not until his birthday. So he waited, playing the same games over and over.
He played for a couple of hours, not wanting to stop. He got a call from his friend Darrell, Darrell asked if Roland could come over at that second. Roland was startled at the question, the demanding tone of Darell’s voice was out of character. He decided it was important, so he turned off his Xbox, and ran out the door. He grabbed his keys off the top of the entertainment center and yelled “I’ll be back later mom!” and ran out the door. He didn’t know why he was in such a rush, he brushed it aside and assumed he was jittery from his birthday, and about the new game. He got in his car and put the keys in. He then drove to Darrell’s house.
He arrived soon after departing from his house. He walked up to Darrell’s house and rang the doorbell. he liked Darrel’s house, it felt so much comfier and homelike to Roland than his own home. Darrell arrived at the door, looking very excited. Roland said hi, but Darrell just grabbed his arm and pulled him upstairs to his room.
He threw Roland into Darrell’s gaming chair. He turned around and searched for something. “I said hello!” Roland said, jokingly, “oh, hey.” Darrell said, continuing to search. “AH HA!” Darrell said, he pulled out a Xbox game box from his dresser. Roland read the title and it said “You Decide.” Roland’s jaw dropped, his eyes turned wide, and he stared at Darrell. ” Y-you got the game!?” Roland said, hardly able to make out the words. “Mm hmm, and you’re gonna play it with me. “Darrell replied, grinning.
“Then why are we just standing here, put the game in!”
“Alright, jeez” Darrell said. He popped open the disc box and out the disc in the console. Darrell handed Roland the second controller. Once the game started up, they chose two-player, and got ready for the time of their lives. The first thing to do was to enter both their names in. They entered their names in and hit “start”. A long list of warnings popped up, Darrel and Roland decided to ignore them and hit start. They were put into a 3D world, it looked so realistic, it was almost a movie.
There first mission was to enter a city, called Albert City. “Hey that’s where we live!” Roland said, looking amazed. “Maybe the designer was from here.” Darrell suggested. They decided that was the case and continued on. They walked their character into the town, not having done anything yet, just rolling with it. When they reached the middle of town, a choice pop up, it read ” Which Side of town do you wish to go.” [Left] [Right]. “You go left, I’ll go right, deal?” Darrell said. Holding his hand out for a solemn promise. “Deal” Roland said, shaking his hand.
Darrell chose the right option button, and Roland chose the left. The screen went black, then they reappeared in the center of the side they chose. A large butcher’s knife popped onto the screen. “press A to equip” it said. They both pressed A and a large knife on the bottom right hand. Roland started pressing the character onward, but it would not go. He said, “Why won’t mine go?” “Mine either.” Darrell said. they both realized they had to press A to begin. feeling stupid, they pressed A, and started going forward. They walked all around the streets. Seeing familiar buildings identical to the ones on the side of town they were on.
Roland entered an old knitting shop, and walked up to the clerk. The clerk screamed and started to run. Roland pressed A and made his character grab her hair. She kept screaming and crying, saying “Please don’t kill me! Please!” Roland had 2 options. He could press X and kill her, or B and let her live. Roland pressed X, just to see what happens. The butcher’s knife came up to the ladies throat, pressing it against her throat. The knife cut through her neck like a hot knife on butter. it wasn’t an amazing kill, but it was just the graphics alone made Roland admire the game like it was a god.
He turned to Darrell and gave him a high-five. “look Roland!” Darrell said. Roland looked at Darrell’s screen. and was shocked. “It’s my house!” Roland said. “Imma go inside!” Darrell said, pressing his person forward. Roland kept on doing what he was doing, going into different shops, killing the customers and clerks. Roland heard a scream from Darrell’s side. He looked over and saw his mom. His mom was screaming, begging for mercy. Darrel showed none. He used a new weapon he had found, and killed her. “Dude! You just killed my mom!” Roland said. “Relax, it’s not real, maybe it was just someone who looked like your mom, plus, the inside of this house looks nothing like the inside of your house.” Darrell defended. “True, lets keep going.” Around 8:30, Roland decided it was time to go home. Darrel said ” We’ll play some more tomorrow.” He paused the game, and saw there was no save option. “Just keep your Xbox on, so it won’t delete our progress.” Roland suggested. “Sure. Well cya” “Bye” Roland replied. Roland grabbed his keys out of his pocket and put them in the ignition. He pulled out of the driveway and went on home. There were cops all over the town, Roland thought it was a bit odd but decided to let the police handle it.
Roland pulled into his driveway, surprised to see that none of the lights in the house were on, he parked his car and got out. He started for the door, but heard a loud breathing. He was frozen in place, the heaviness of the breathing was terrifying. Very hesitantly, he opened the door. He looked around the living room, and didn’t see anyone. The TV was turned on to “Friends”, his mothers favorite show. “Mom?!” Roland shouted. All he heard was heavy breathing. He grabbed the gun from the secret hiding spot. He slowly climbed up the stairs to his mothers room. He kicked the door open and pointed the gun. His mother was not in there. He went back downstairs and crept up to the kitchen. He slowly opened the door, hoping that his mom was in there. She was.
Roland’s step mom lay decapitated on the floor. He rushed over to his mother’s corpse. He dropped to his knees and looked at her. He started to cry, but soon sadness turned to anger. He stood up and fired the gun into the wall. He looked where he had fired. In blood red letters, the words “You Decided.” Were on the wall. He was confused, but as he finally started to put the pieces together, he heard the heavy breathing right on the back of his neck. He turned around, and pure white face was staring at him. Not smiling, not blinking, just staring. Roland grabbed the gun and aimed it at the person. “Did you do this!” Roland shouted. No response. “Answer me!” Roland said. Still no response. Roland shot the gun right at the persons head. The person didn’t even flinch, he just kept staring, breathing heavily. Roland dropped the gun and said “What are you?” “I’m Darrell.” It said. It lifted its arm up and swung a large butcher’s knife at Roland. It hit Roland’s neck and went right through, no resistance.
“Yeah, another kill!” Darrell Said. “it even looked like Roland, I have to call him and tell him I killed him” Darrell picked up his phone and dialed Roland’s number. He called, no answer. “Well I guess I’ll just go to his house then.” Darrell got in his car and drove to Roland’s house. When he arrived, there were cops all over the area. He saw a police officer put a man with a pure white face. Darrel drove up to one of the cops. “What happen here?” Darrell asked. “That man in the police car killed 2 people. A teenager named Roland, and his step mom.” Darrell drove home, not saying another word. He went upstairs, to his own room once arriving at his home. He went upstairs to turn off his Xbox. On his TV in blood red letters it said “You Decided. Now it is someone else’s turn.”