Solo Towards a Swan Song

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"...and you don't know why? Is there anything anyone is ever sure on! Hmpf!"


Chelsea hung up on the stupid rambling on the other end. She passed through a quiet hall of the Nexon Estate, up a set of stairs, then past a panting of her father. She stopped as she always did. A sigh escaped her as she regained herself under his gaze. A stare that had become synonymous with his business practices and feared by his few worthy rivals. One that was inherited by the hieress but certainly lacked the same impression with her smaller frame and delicate looks.

She lowered her glasses and rubbed her eyes.

"...I'm not finished yet. I know you would tell me how silly I am. I need to find the truth first. I need to escape this... no...why would I want to escape what you built? I...might be losing it all. I might... not be caring enough. I... don't know. I have a goal and you wouldn't want me to drop it. Okaasan wouldn't let you just disappear either."


She returned her glasses and moved on down the hall. How stupid of her, to talk alone in what was a near-abandoned mansion with only a few servants that she barely spoke to. Chelsea was almost 21 years old, an important age, Yet she didn't feel like it. Not that anyone would ever be told this. A Nexon is always on the forefront, always a leader, always doing their best 100% effort, and so on.

Guts and effort pfft, please...

Chelsea reached a locked door and slowly put in the entry code. As she did she kept thinking back to the past few months. There were others trying to reach out to her but... they didn't share the responsibility. If her father's company was behind Terrasphere, it was hers, and hers alone. If it wasn't... then there was still the question of why he went missing just when...

Terrasphere.

A game in only how it's represented. It exists to kill or otherwise cruelly manipulate people. She was certain of that much. There were too many things that didn't make sense and that last call made her lash out more than she should have. Lash out... what even was that during the investigation with Aisling? Luckily it wasn't just her... but something is just off in how it can impact someone Is the game manipulating neural networks to such a degree that it can rewrite someone entirely?

Or... was that someone really how she was at that time?

The door opened and she stepped through placing her glasses down and opening a bottle of purified water from a cooler inside the room. Sitting down she drank and continued to think. According to reports Terrasphere has another disaster underway.. sudden breakouts of chaos and magia players seemingly losing their minds. Funny, if she had attacked her allies that time would she have been different?

"Magia... so it's like what happened to them and my gear at the camp. ...I was right to stay away from that death trap for a while."


Her hand ran over her headset as she checked her private comp for the latest...

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"*Stare*


Well, it definitely got people's attention. Sometimes glitter is needed when dealing with the stupids that would even play a death game. There was a lot of talk of this dissonance stuff again. Chelsea was sure there was more to worry about than just another AI monster in a video game. Then again, recently she wondered... was there maybe some sort of virus in it? Could this all be a huge mistake?

Shaking her head she saw more comments across the dark web about people's best friends suddenly trying to pk them in an "unnamed" VR game. Another one of those scenarios that draw out the most insane but also most capable of the player base is coming. So why should she...

It's almost definitely going to be involving the Vintergard situation.

Chelsea put on the headset. she clenched her fist and drank one last bit of REAL water before leaving behind the world she once shared with her family. Now all of them are gone. The voice of her father, the voice before she went on that rampage. That day still haunts her.

Littletails...

If nothing else. Chelsea has to finish her investigation of this one. Without her suit, she was nothing in that shitty world. So dealing with the enemy that can directly cause issues with it, just like that fever, she needed to make sure it was gone. Of course, any chance she could learn more about how magitech worked from this would be great as well. Even though she was fully independent as any good Nexon should be, there were so many people doing similar things in that stupid game. All of them were crazy...so was she as well? For not just being practical?

To think she even cared about learning anything besides crashing the thing into inoperability.... boo. Time to see exactly what was going on this time, and be ready for loads of disappointment and facepalm.

Hired players or not, there were things only she could do. Especially with what she learned last year.

<LOGIN to the DRAGON.end>

 
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Lady N

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The clatter of the headset hitting the hard floor rang out. Bouncing off of the soundproof chamber as Chelsea stretched her legs, socks sliding along the smooth flooring as she slumped in her seat. The water bottle had slid and no one had even come to check on her here...

That instruction to not ever open the sealed door while she was in VR was followed... good...

Sigh...

Chelsea ran her hand across her head and the dripping wet bangs became unkempt. A cold sweat, she had died again somehow.. that much she was sure of but that was not even close to her biggest concern.

"...♪what have I done?♪ I...*cough*... what...I can't... I just can't..."


Her throat was dry and her voice scratchy. The first what that she spoke seemed unnatural as if she had to relearn how to speak correctly. Never before, no goblin, slimeodile, giant insect, stupid witless tank, or anything else ever left her so bewildered upon logout. In fact, how did she even log out to begin with? It was all so foggy. Chelsea sat in silence. Her hand turned into a fist as she applied pressure to her forehead, right between the eyes.

Chelsea's lips didn't move, they stayed tightly closed.

She shook her head as she applied pressure All of her focus turned to the events that had just played out.

She had died... again.
All her effort.
All the people she kept telling to leave and not to be stupid.

She had killed. She, a Nexon, had dishonored her family in such a way. Killed innocent people, stupid or not. Blood... everywhere... so much confusion... screams... songs... so many songs...

So. Much. Noise!

How? Chelsea wasn't sure. The memories were as blurry and her entire log-in was like a dream that was too faded to recall. There was one last clear memory she was certain of though. One that couldn't be wrong but how was it even possible? How did it lead to such a loss of control? Just trying to fully remember only brought that first memory back again.

Her mother was there.
Impossible.

What wasn't impossible was what had happened though. If what happened was real... then a public relations nightmare awaited her unless she did something quickly. How could she deal with that when she barely understood what had happened to her and what she had seen, heard, or been a part of? People lost their lives, and she aided in it.

She stiffened up and she rose from her seat. Trembling all over but not changing her poker face for a second. Ironically, the shock she was experiencing only reinforced her natural tendency to conceal her emotions. Her eye's opened, they were cold to all of it.

The device she had used to dive. The technology in this very room, screens, locks, and the like. All of it felt strange to her but she couldn't pinpoint it. She needed to get out of there. Her responsibilities weren't going away.

She turned and stormed out of the room slamming the heavy metal door behind her and almost dislodging her shoulder from the force she put into it. As if muscle memory had changed somehow. A grimace in pain as she went down the hallway from Terrasphere but not away from her life.

Her glasses had also fallen to the ground in that room.
A crack ran down the lens.

The forefront was now covered in shadow...
 
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