“What is going on? How did I get here? I was in my room and I just began streaming my level 1 to level 100 marathon of Forsaken Dungeons. I got a strange message from a subscriber, and I clicked it, then I lost my conscience.”
'It must be some prank, but this got too far. How can they just break into my room and kidnap me?'
“I can assure you, this is no prank.”
Did this chick just read my mind?
“Yes and no. I know what you are thinking, but my gift is not as omnipotent as mind-reading. Now, can we go back to your contract?”
“I didn’t sign any contract.”
“That’s why I don’t like working in HR. I always have to give the same explanation to you newbies. You signed the contract when you clicked the 'Yes' button on the link.”
'I don’t remember doing that.'
“I told them to make a better way to get new hires. This old method always gets your memories scrambled in the process of getting you here. I worked here for 15000 years, and we still have this problem.”
'For someone so old, she doesn’t look bad.'
“Thank you, I work every day and keep a constant diet. Take a look at this and take a seat.”
A monitor just spawned in front of Chris; it looked just like his gaming monitor, and there was a gaming chair, his chair.
“You all kidnapped me and stole my stuff, such a smooth move.”
“We didn’t kidnap you, and these are just replicas of your belongings. This room reads your memories and materializes objects from your world to make it easier for your brain to comprehend this new environment. Now, please watch this.”
A video began rolling, depicting Chris's room from the third-person perspective. It was the beginning of his stream:
“Hello everyone, and welcome to my stream marathon of Forsaken Dungeons. I’ve just created a new account and I'm aiming to level it to the max in the shortest time. The rules are as follows:
- I can’t go to sleep until I have finished the challenge.
- I’ve to grind alone through the dungeons, no co-op is allowed.
- Once I hit max level, the real challenge begins, taking on the hardest dungeon in the game: The Forsaken Vaults. As you all know, failure means character deletion.
- If that happens, my next stream will be in a maid outfit. No backing out."
Now, everyone, fasten your seatbelt and be ready to rumble.”
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His chat began to fill with messages. Some viewers were encouraging him, others were waiting for his defeat and the maid outfit, and an unhealthy amount of them wanted to see the outfit.
bigD69: Get ready, boys, to see the maid outfit next stream.
THEMOONISWATCHING: You can do it, Chris.
………
The bite of ’87: Give up, man, and show us your feet in the stocking (heart eyes emoji).
……...
Nr1fan: I heard that you had trouble finding a job. Click this link ; they are hiring.
“Let’s read some messages before we get started. Some of you need help; you are too obsessed with my feet, and it is not healthy. What’s this? Looks like someone found a job for me, guys. I will finally stop being poor and move from this shoe box apartment.”
Nr1fan: It’s not a joke, press it. You will thank me later.
“Ok, guys, let’s just take a look at this job. I will share my other screen with you all. Let’s see it together. Oh! It got a video too, let’s watch it.”
“Congratulations, you are the lucky person to find your way to our business. If you wish to proceed, you must press 'Yes'. Be sure to read all the information.”
“It’s a joke, or what? Let’s press it and see what happens.”
Chris pressed 'Yes' and everything began to shake. He thought that an earthquake had hit his city, then his room began to shine, and the video ended.
“Is this all? I haven’t signed any contract.”
“Look again, kid.” She rewound the video and stopped it when Chris pressed yes. “That was your contract, and you signed it.”
'Is she crazy? I just pressed a button. How can that be a contract?'
“That’s rude. If it makes things easier to understand, I’ll get you a physical copy. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
'I have to get out of here. I can’t wait for her to get back. I have to find a way out.'
Chris began looking around for a window, but there was nothing, only a white room. After he left his chair, it disappeared along with the monitor. There was no escape, except the way she left, but the door was locked, and he was trapped like a mouse.
'I will jump her when she gets back, then I will run away.'
He saw the door opening, but he got pushed back by an invisible force and fell on a chair.
“I got you a copy here, now just let me take this.” She said as she reached into his torso and took out a little white ball. “Now we are finished.”
“What and how did you take that out of me? Your hand just vanished into me without harming me.”
“That was just the standard procedure.”
“What procedure?”
“The procedure of removing your soul as insurance.”
“My what?”
Chris fell, and for the first time in his life, he was left speechless.