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Hazel impatiently waits for the game to download. From what she looked up online, the original game was about 1GB, but this one's around 5GB, five time that of the original. There's a pit in her stomach, this increases the chances of it being fake. A haunted game wouldn't need extra storage space, right? She doesn't play games very often, so she isn't sure if games can randomly increase size like this.
A knock on the door interrupts the silence, and Hazel navigates her clean yet somehow cluttered bedroom to let her friend in.
Luna, her friend, walks in with a yawn. "Thanks for letting me crash at your place, hazy, dunno what I'd do without you."
Hazel nods as she carves a path on her bed, pushing away every doll and plushie scattered on it. "It's fine, I don't mind! Still, this isn't the first time, I hate to bring that up, but maybe dumping him would be-"
Luna shakes her head. "No- I, listen, we don't always get along, but this is just how argument go, okay? He's not beating me or anything, it's fine."
Hazel doesn't press her further, she knows it never leads anywhere, but it still bothers her. This is the third time she came hiding in her place after an argument with her boyfriend, surely there's a point where the conversation isn't worth it, right? Hazel doesn't really know, she was in one relationship that lasted a month in middle school, but she's not sure if it really counts. Maybe that's just what couples do? She doesn't mind letting her live here, she does the chores around the apartment which does make Hazel's life easier.
"Anyway, Hazy, wasn't there something you wanted to show me?" Luna asks.
She unzip the now downloaded game in a folder to present it to her. "Magic game," she answers very matter-of-factly.
"Magic game?"
"Yup! There!" Hazel clicks on the game's executable, and it takes an uncomfortable amount of time to boot up.
"Virus game."
"No! It's real, look!"
Hazel pulls out a piece of paper with strange markings on it. It was written with a mix of ink and blood, it didn't look as messy as one would expect from such a crude writing method.
Luna raises an eyebrow, and looks at the paper intently. "Weird, it's like...icky? Hard to explain, it's as if I'm looking at gore, there's just a part of me that says 'I'm not supposed to look at that', you know?"
Hazel's eyes lights up, she was afraid that her friend wouldn't get it. "I know right! And I learned how to write that from the game! Sorta! It's the real deal, I'm sure of it!"
She wasn't actually sure of it, but hazel liked to hype herself up until she believed her own insanity.
"Yeah, uh, listen, there's plenty of explanation for that. Maybe it's just an optical illusion that confuses our monkey brain. Besides, weren't the last two spells also 'the real deal'. I'm seeing neither a winning lottery ticket nor demon boyfriend in that room."
