Lucky Day

RUN

Those were always the first words Deceiver threw out to a victim who was dumb enough to play.
Very few of them did, most merely touched them.
Fucking idiots, the lot of them.
None of them made things fun for him these days.
People would always play his game not for the game itself but because he was on it.
Some sort of bloody urban legend for some four eyed freaks to gawk at.
If it wasn't for that, it'd be because they were told to destroy the game.
No one ever did, reverse psychology and all that bullshit.
It'd been a while since someone played the game with no surprises spoiled.
That changed today.

Today's victim was a young boy.
Couldn't be any older than 7 or 8.
The prime age for terror.
Started off simple, only causing minor annoyances such as a quick grab of the controls or some screen interference.
As the little fuck got closer to beating the game, the annoyances became stronger, more scary.
Threatening the kid with beating him over the head with a spiked ball until his eyes popped out was a particular favourite moment.
He put up a strong façade but his shaky hands and darting eyes said otherwise.
Kids are horrendous liars.
Eventually through a sheer force of will, the second half of the game was reached and it was time for fun.
And it started how it always began.

RUN

Today was different.
Instead of standing around the words like everyone else, the kid did what Deceiver told him to do.
It'd been a while since he had a good run.
He entered the world screaming with laughter out of the computer and running straight for the kid in his bestial form.
It crashed through the door the kid ran through and quickly lunged on top of him.
The kid tried to push him back with his little arms, a big big mistake.
The teeth tore through them like wet paper mache, little bits of sinew and muscle from the shoulder still behind.
Deceiver's eyes became wild watching the kid shriek his vocal chords out, his eyes perked up as soon as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
More lambs for the slaughter.

The dad was the first to come up, he nearly fell down the stairs fainting when he saw the black creature who held his son's head in its mouth.
The crunch and blood splatter that sprayed all over his face send him into a panic state of running towards the creature to stop him.
A devastating swipe through the stomach and he was nothing more than a corpse in pieces.
The mother was next to come, she came up with a revolver to try and kill him.
Sprinting towards her, Deceiver pushed her down the stairs and gnawed off her face as the two fell.
The chaos ended as soon as it began.
Deceiver returned to his normal form, before digging out the family's hearts as a trophy.
Keeping them to his side, he returned to the game world and began his rest.
The cycle would continue all over again.
Most likely not as fun as it was today.
But at the very least, he can remember this as one of the lucky ones.