Controversial, Very Disturbed: -Introduction-

"Listen I've got a great fucking idea for a story, and if you get at least 3 kills we'll do it."

>"You'll start writing again if I get 3 kills?"

>I sighed. "Sure."

 

That's how it began.

 

-Codz

 

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"Just download it Bizzles."

>"It's probably a virus man."

"Checked it. Besides you told me the TripCode generator was fine, so I got the link and it worked. I trust you."

>"Come on though. Look at the fucking file name. It's 'bozzles.exe'. What the fuck is that even going to do with a name like that?"

 

>You and a friend were looking into a mysterious file given to you from the AiE thread. No one else wanted to look into a file posted by an anonymous user. Too risky.

>You, however, were more persistent. You ran as many scans as possible and checked the internet for any information on it.

>The lack of said previously mentioned information heightened your interest further.

>No absconding, you had to figure this shit out. And who better to help then...

 

"C'mon Bizzles."

>"No."

"Please."

>"No."

>Asking directly proved futile. It was time to roll out the big guns.

"I'll play Maokai."

>"Twice."

"Fuck Bizzles you ask too much, but for the sake of this file, fine."

>"Ughhh. Give me the download link."

"You didn't even download it? You scum. No wonder I carry you."

>"You carry me? You suck!"

>This prompts another 5 minute conversation about how you /try/ to steal kills and feed your lane and still win.

>Once that's finished, so is the download.

 

"Open it."

>"On 3."

>3.

>2.

>1.

>You double click.

 

>The program is silent for a few seconds, then a command prompt appears.

"You get the command prompt too Biz?"

>"Yeah but..." his voice faded off.

>The options were pretty straight forward. There was only 2.

 

'Stay'

'Go'

 

>"So we pick stay right? Problem solved. You know what it does now. Just ask you a question."

"Bizzles shut up. What could the other button even do. What does it mean 'Go'?"

>"Maybe we go to White Castle." he says laughing.

>God domot Bozzles.

"You know we're clicking it right."

>"You know I'm moving it to 3 games right Codz."

"Fuck Bizzles click the fucking button."

>"On thre-"

"PRESS IT FUCKING NOW."

 

>Congratulations.

 

>...

>"Well thank you 'bozzles.exe'! I'm going to close you now. But that sure lifted my spirits. Boy am I happy! Aren't you Codz?"

>That's all the program did? Just a choice and congratulations?

"This is utter bullshit."

>"Too bad! Time to close and play league."

 

İ̜̖̠̰̠̥̻ͧͅ'̝͖̜͙̞̘̖̖͖̑̓̓̑͆̇m̪͙͕̫͓͚̠ͮ̎̍͌̚ ͓̦͚̭̦͌͋ͭ͐ͤͅa̪̟͚̩̅̽̀ͅf̖̤̣̮͊̅͗̄͆͋̈r̹̥̣̻̫̻̺̬͆a͕̘͂͆̏̚î̳͙͛ͩ̚̚d͕̞͌̌ͨ̔ ̠̹̳̯̌ͯ͌ͭ͂͛ͦ͑ṯ̭̪̪̭̓ͪ̀̒̓͌̀̐h͓̣̺̳̗̪̞̉̋ͤ̎̉̊ͅa̳̗̺͎͇̹͒ͧ̑t͙̹̙̔ͯ'̜͓͍̞̇ͭš̠̖̞̠͖̦̲̎̃̌̍ ̗̣̮̱̪̳͂̍̉ͦ̊ͅȋ̱̮̘̩̼̙ͧ̿m̱̤͕̞̪̖̘̼̯̋̂̊ͣ̔̾p̳̩͕ͫ̊̀̐ő͔̺̬͓̣͌͐̿ͅs͈̣̒ͧ͑̏̊̾s̼̼̬̝͙̈̄̊͒i͔͇̗̯͉̗͎̩ͭͫͅb̮̜̻͕͍̻ͫ͗͑ͪ̈͂̎̓l̬̠̖̹͎͉̂ͭͣͩ͐ḛ̦͙͙̰̥̩͕̝̀̽́ͫ̉̉.̼͎̆ͦ̄

 

>...

>WHAT

>THE

"FUCK?!"

>"FUCK?!"

 

I̖͖̼̯̠̱͚͋ͮ̈́ͮͨ̕ ̨̱̇̐̊̅̅à̩͉͓͑͝m͙̝͍͖̲͍̮̓̾ͬ̎ͮ͛ ̸͇̺̩̹̘̬̰̓ͪ̈́̊ͧ̚i̩̮̺͇̬̬̯͌ͮ͛͊ń̟̳͈̊ͧ͌ͨ̄̄ ̪͛̄c̷̥̙̘̏́͗o̳̻͇̗͆͢ͅn̞̪̥ṱ͖͉̗͕̦ͣ͝r̩̮̞͇̘̥͕̅̓ͮͫ̾̈́̿̀ọ̊l̜̹̤̃̓̎̊̑͂ ͖̣́̔̀͐͑͊̾n̻̭̠̬ͫ͛͐̄̐̆͊ọ̪͓̟̠͓̀w͂̕.̸̝͇̼̳̙

 

>"Control of what? And who the fuck are you anyway?"

 

S͍̙̺̹̈́͐̒̍̈́͂̋̂̚ͅi͔̣͖͓ͣͥ̀l̪̟͈̩͖͂̓e͈̳͔͖͉͙̼͊̇n̖̫̄ͦͅc͈̖̎e̩͕̖̦̭͗̉ͤ͊̑.͎͇̯̰̲̩̬ͤ͆ͥͨ̊ͮ͛ ̦̰̰̪̪̫̙̾͑̔̊̐̇̚I͎̣̝̫̪̩̪̹̗ͧ̆̂ͯ̌ͤ̍̈́t̞̯̥͙̂͗͒̈́͂͑̔͗ ͇̼̬͇͙̙̄̆̀̔i̦̜ͣ͆͑s̺̯͎͎͕͕̫̐ͮͪ͗͂ ͈̙͇̰̞̟ͦ̇t͓̥̠̫̦̿͛͆i̭̲̤̦̭̮̯̼̮̿̓ͤ̔ͨ͆ͦ̾̒m̹̺̰̻̈́͆̊ͨͬ͐e̯̳ͫͨ͒̌̚.̜̯͎̈́̌͒̄̇͒̉ ̻̙̀̀̄ͥ͛̽͐Y̳̣͙͚̫̝̟̦̋ͫͮͨo̭̬̰͈̰̳ͯͯ̊̚u̟̥̙̭̦̘ͫ̇͊ͅ ͔̞͋t̲͔͇̮̟͈̓ͫͣ́̓̿ͣ̆ͅw̰̠̪̺͚̓̈͑̓̂o͉̝̥̟̺ͥ̊̍.̳͓͌̃̄̇.̬̖̣̯̣͇̥̼̒̀.̤̩̖̯̰̖̦͉̈ͧ̿ͅm̬͔̻̝̮̬̎ụ͚͎̓ͭͨͅs̬̻̲̊̌ͧ͛ͨͫ̒ͧt͉̫̙͓̚ͅ ̘̫̬̠͖̗̠̼͂ͅg̩̣̭͎̱̽ͬͣͥ͑̃̊̄ȍ̠̊̋̆ͅ.̺̭̘̀͑

 

>Oh shit oh fuck you both clicked 'Go".

"Well you know maybe there's a better time for this in fact I think I have to piss so just hold on a few minutes and I'll be right back actually I feel tired and a bit lightheaded I could use a nap so how about we take this up let's day tom-"

>You've been cut off by a rather loud beep, and by the sound of it Bizzles heard the same shit.

>Before you know it, your entire computer screen turns white.

"Uh...Bizzles?"

>Your response was the sound of the vacuum of the space dragging you into a new realm of uncertain journeys that would follow.

>"So...are we at White Castle?"

>And a lot of 'god domot bozzles'.

 

-----------------Meanwhile, at [REDACTED]'s house-----------------

 

>You suspect someone would click the file soon.

>It's not like you've been away for 3 days.

>Waiting for someone to click it.

>That would be strange.

>You check your torrents.

>Almost all the pictures were torrented. The operation would commence soon.

>A loud beep is heard. The program, executed.

>The plan, set into action.

 

>A plan that could rip apart time and space itself.