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It's 2025, everyone is busy doing things that they usually do in their life, eating, doing chores, working at their job, doing their hobbies when it's their turn to live their life. Most gamers play their games for fun, while some get too competitive on a game where the top leaderboard is the biggest achivement, but sometimes a small quarter of the players are often inactive, even if they used to be a sweat. That's what Geometry Dash players did, but what if some are experiencing a complete "trapped-in-a-computer-game" time? That also happened to one of the most memorable GD players.
Riot was minding his business, sometimes online on twitter, when suddenly his computer glowed bright, too bright for his own good, even his own computer couldn't be as bright...."Huh?" Riot exclaimed, mesmerized by the blinding light of his computer, not knowing that he would be stuck for the rest of the year.
When he threw himself onto the chair, it seems like he's going through a world, through his computer, through a fantasy world he'll never expected.
Until, something pulled him in the computer, it isn't a hand, nor something that would drag you, it's... nothing. Just a hypnotized retired legend staring through a too-bright screen.. It seems like if it's trying to call him.
"Kenny... Kenny... Kenny... Kenny..." It feels like it is chanting his name, dragging him through
Somewhere in heaven, while a certain legend, opinions are split but nonetheless are agreed to pay respect is chilling over, might looking at close families and friends with a grin on his face, when... poof! he was on a block that suspiciously looks like it's from Geometry Dash, his favorite game.
"Was zur hölle?!" He said in surprise. After all, it's been 4, maybe even 5 years after he passed away. Michigun has never expected much more than living his afterlife in heaven and nothing else more, rather than in a game he formerly used to be an expert on it, making the top leaderboard looking like hydrogen bomb vs coughing babies, until it feels like that he has lost interest slowly on the game.
Doggie, however is a different approach, he just stands there, motionless, not knowing what to do, not knowing what to do when Michigun is next to him, slowly understanding the situation, with his phone in his pocket.
Zoink is just minding his business, quietly playing top levels when light shone too through the screen "Oh, it's probably the level" He thought to himself before he went unconscious.
Most other players also got there too, sometime they get in the GD level by staring close at the screen, hypnotized by the bright screen, while some just don't care and thought that was the level's, but they're wrong. Some even saw the light strange, and tried to back away, but the spell was too memorizing, they couldn't back down, they couldn't resist if they wanted to, they were not programmed nor coded that way....
"Ok now what the fu- MICHAEL?!" Viprin exclaimed, shocked by the strange appearance of Michigun, silently sitting on the GD block, staring down the floor, just.. thinking. How could he be here in the first place? How? They're been sucked into a computer, the same game they bought, the same device they bought,.. but him? He still got his wings, just fallen down to his chest, he still looks like when he first face revealed, only with a bit of blonde streak hanging around. Michigun, smiled then waved at Viprin. Viprin, dumbstruck by the revived friend he saw, waved back.
The next one hour, they talked about stuff Michi has missed
"Michi, I swear after you died there were loads of things that happened!"
"Really? What was it?" Michi asked him enthusiastically, his wings excitedly flapping.
"So there's...."
While he was telling the same person that was once considered dead, Doggie was busy doing random stuff along with Riot, hey at least Kenny didn't tell him to get back on grief.
"Woah.... It's Cyclic!" Knobbelboy announced, very surprised the blue-haired Cyclic is.
"Do you think whoever did this is RobTop?"
"I don't think so, Robert's a creator, not a fantasy kidnapper" Cyclic explained sadly.
"Okay you idiots! It's now official that you're taking care of your levels!" A deep voice boomed over the background.
"What the fuck....." Riot admitted slowly, rethinking about his choices. Honestly, why did he got hypnotized by a bright screen? Only an idiot would fall into the most obvious trap, he told himself. Why couldn't he resist it? Did gaming really rotted him mind? (News: It didn't) If so, he should've pull a Cyclic.
"Dad, why the fuck are doing here?" Bloodbath asked him, suspiciously.
"I wanted to ask the same thing, who are your parents, son?" Riot asked back.
"It's a long story...."