Saturday morning, I wake up late and realize I'm out of coffee.
I throw on a hoodie and head out to the convenience store down the street.
The weather's nice—clear sky, slight breeze. I walk with my hands in my pockets, half-awake, thinking about that insane game.
Still can't believe I died to a rabbit.
The convenience store is two blocks away. I'm almost there when I hear it.
A voice. Feminine, sweet, almost melodic.
"Excuse me!"
I stop and turn.
There's a woman standing a few feet away on the sidewalk.
My brain completely shorts out.
It's... it's Luna.
Not just someone who looks similar. It's exactly her.
The character I created.
Long silver hair flowing down her back, bright blue eyes that seem to glow in the sunlight, that impossibly cute face I spent ten minutes perfecting with the sliders.
And her body—Jesus Christ.
She's wearing the exact leather adventurer outfit from the game.
The one that shows generous cleavage, the short skirt showing off those long legs.
Every curve I maxed out on those sliders is right there in front of me. Real. Impossibly real.
This isn't possible. This can't be real.
I blink. Rub my eyes hard.
She's still there. Still smiling at me with that perfect face.
"Am I...?" I start, my voice barely working. "Are you...?"
This has to be a dream. Or I'm having a mental breakdown.
There's no way the character I created in some random indie game is standing on a street corner looking exactly like I designed her.
She opens her mouth to respond, still smiling—
And that's when I hear it.
A horn. Loud. Close. Getting closer.
I turn my head.
There's a truck.
It's not slowing down.
I don't have time to move. Don't have time to think. Don't even have time to process that I'm about to die while staring at my own character creation come to life.
The world goes white, then red, then nothing.