???P.O.V
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Pure silence is the only thing that can be heard, and pure anger is the only thing that can be felt. That, for the most part, is how a lot of people spend their time in the dungeons of Fear and Hunger. But that feeling is more than understandable for the so-called "Hero" of this story, since he just-
"YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS, ALL THAT WORK JUST TO DIE TO SLYVIAN THIS STUPID FUCKING OCTOPUS!"
He slumps back in his chair, staring at his laptop, wondering how his luck could possibly be this bad.
"And I thought a Needle Worm only run wouldn't be that bad… I guess that video I saw was valid in its rage for this challenge. Especially since Enki is so frail it's laughable."
"…"
"No point in crying about it, I guess. Not like I had any books of enlightenment to save scum the fight. I'll just go to the bathroom and then start another run. Maybe I'll actually hit a coinflip for once."
50:50 my ass, he thought.
What he didn't know was that some words are better left unspoken.
Because in a place beyond the screen
beyond flesh and light something was listening. Something old.
The old gods had a strange affliction of not understanding… or perhaps deliberately misinterpreting meaning. And tonight, the gods had heard enough.
The sound of running water filled the silence and usual sound effect as he cupped his hands and splashed his face.
He let the water drip down his chin, took a breath, and lifted his head to meet his own tired reflection thinking about giving up on the challenge
Except it wasn't there, no mirror, no bathroom, infact there was a lack of anything per say just a splitting head ache from the assult on his eyes from the sudden green. Green everywhere as far as the eye could see, it was limitless.
At first, he tried to make sense of it, Was it just the light? His mind scrambled for an explanation, any explanation, but none fit.
The green haze shifted again. Shapes flickered at the edges of his vision, faces? limbs? but the harder he tried to focus, the less they resembled anything human. It was like infinite figures moving at the corner of his eye but when he turned there was nothing.
"What the-" His voice came out hoarse, shaking. He blinked hard, rubbed his eyes, but the image never changed. No reflection. No bathroom. Only that suffocating green hue.
Until he did.
It was almost invisible, he was suprised he even noticed it but it was real. His laptop.
Floating?
It looked like it was still on his desk in his room in the same position he left it.
One step.
Then another.
The void rippled beneath his feet, as though he were walking on water.
The laptop's screen flickered, static crawling across the display. For a moment, it was still just the title screen.
The title screen of Fear and Hunger stared back at him comforting, almost normal. For a moment he almost laughed, relief bubbling up in his chest. Maybe this was just a dream. Maybe he'd just passed out at his desk.
But then the faces started to twist.
They kept twisting until it was barely recognisable the only thing even remotely familiar was just the title of the game.
Untill that also started to change into a message one unmistakable from who it was just by the grammar alone
The screen stuttered, Then the text bled out again, each word dragging across the display like it was carved into glass.
"YOU… HUMAN…"
"YOU STARE… INTO OUR FACES…"
"DO YOU THINK… THEY ARE STILL YOURS?"
He realized that the characters faces werent twisted randomly into something unrecognisable. The screen trembled with another message:
"YOU… CALL OUR NAMES…"
"YOU MOCK… OUR TRACES…"
"AND YET… YOU DESIRE MORE…"
They werent random... something inside of him told him it was them, the old gods.
Ridiculous. Of course it was ridiculous.
If it were remotely true… he would be insane. His mind would have cracked long ago. It had cracked, hadn't it? He knew this. He knew the signs. The headaches. The whispers.
He wanted to look away. He needed to look away. But he couldn't.
The screen flashed again he couldn't even tell how he understood it he couldn't describe a single thing about what was happening, yet he knew
"YOU… SEEK ESCAPE…"
"BUT ESCAPE… IS A DOOR THAT OPENS ONE WAY…"
"WE OFFER… ENTRY…"
"AND IN ENTRY… WE CLAIM."
The laptop screen glowed brighter, the faces melting into a single, staring eye that filled the display.
"YOU… ARE CHOSEN…"
He wanted to scream. He wanted to run. He wanted to deny it.
But every instinct in his body froze him in place. His hands trembled, but he could barely see them everything around him had become the green void, stretching and pulsing like it was alive.
The eye on the screen… it wasn't just staring. It was pressing against the walls of his mind, weighing him down, testing him. Thoughts he didn't think he could have slipped through anyway: submission… obedience… surrender…
The words on the screen began to crawl again, slower this time, deliberate:
"YOU… FEEL US… EVEN NOW…"
"YOU… CANNOT TURN AWAY…"
"YOU… BELONG TO WHAT WATCHES…"
His heartbeat thundered in his ears. Sweat stung his eyes. The void shrunk and expanded all at once.
And then, the eye pulsed. One final flash. One unbearable moment.
It ceased.
All of it. The pressure, the voices, the suffocating presence it was gone. He felt nothing pressing down on his psyche.
He finally opened his eyes. All he could see was a screen. One option.
New Game
At first, he just stared, waiting to see if something else would happen. When nothing did, he let out a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding.
Then the thoughts hit him. What just happened? Was that… Gro-goroth speaking through his computer? The words… it was the same as the traces in the game.
But why him? He remembered the last thing it said: You are chosen. That had to mean… this was probably one of those isekai situations.
And… where even am I? I was in my bathroom, then the green void, and now… somewhere else. Somewhere I can't even describe.
Since it was the Old Gods… that could only mean one thing: he'd been isekai'd into… the game.
Shit.
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I'm not confident in this this is my first story I'm writing and I hope it turns out good I even used grogoroths dialogue from the game and put it into chatgpt to mimic it which turned out pretty good in my opinion anyway this is how much i managed to get out rn since im wondering about the beggining since
Im gonna do it game accurate im wondering about starting gear and skills I'll figure it out by tommorow but if you have any suggestions tell them to me
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