‘Creator’ is the name they go by nowadays. They might just have a superior complex, but he is superior now…
Back then, Franny was just 13. He was a genius with computers, he became a trolling hacker and always got the fun of it.
The year was 2080, and science was more important than ever. Technology continued to advance, and many were searching for the clue to immortality.
Eventually, they found a solution. They would cast a body into a freezing solution, allowing the body to stay intact. Then, a humans conscious mind would be transferred into a simulation. In the simulation, if you die, you’d be reset to minutes before your ‘death’ to prevent it.
Of course, this was extremely pricey! It was expensive and even the creators weren’t sure if it was a perfect idea.
The idea was for many people to get transferred into the simulation, so that a whole new world full of real, conscious minds could exist.
That is… until, they got hacked. Hah, too bad they’ll never know who hacked it, because now, everyone was in the simulation!
So long as you had an electric device, even the oldest ones, you would be dragged into this simulation to die.
In this new simulation… once you ‘died’, you’d wouldn’t be revived for free. Instead, you and many others would have to go through a supernatural, horror, ‘game’ style thing, where this new ‘god’, this hacker, would watch and laugh at their true deaths.
This hacker, was Franny.
As the new God of this new world, he could shapeshift. No one knows his real face, his real form, or his real name anymore…
“They’re crazy!” “They’re insane!” “Why… let us out!”
Maybe Franny was insane… maybe Franny liked being insane.
“But now… we can all live eternally!”
…
“Hm?” Franny walked down the empty streets of the real world, watching on his phone the deaths of these people. He saw… he saw someone!
“?” He smiled, someone had avoided his draft! A homeless person, perhaps.
“Hey, sir!” He called, a dirty boy turned around, eating an unpaid for bread. “…?” Once he turned around, he saw the bright light of a phone. Then, he was…
…
Sometimes, things got too boring. Franny hummed, pulling on his disguise. He smiled, resisting the urge to laugh at the gloomy atmosphere.
He paid no mind to anyone else. He knew who had the highest chance to exit this game, so he would ‘befriend’ them!
“Hey.” Someone put a hand on his shoulder. “?” Franny turned around to see… that homeless person! No need to pay attention to him, he has the lowest chance of escaping…
“Let me out of here.” He said. Franny was a bit surprised, “You know me?” He asked with a grin. How interesting, he wasn’t in his true form! The other boy nodded…
“Hah, no! If you beat this match, I might reconsider.” That was probably impossible, as he had the lowest chance!
…
Later on, Franny realized something. This boy, the reason he had the lowest chance…
“So, she’s resentful of her husband, it says it all in her diary! All we need to do, is help her get revenge with the same knife she was murdered with…”
“Hey, what do you think?” Franny asked with a grin.
“…what’s a diary. What’s a husband.”
“…”
“What’s… I don’t get it.”
“…”
Right, he was homeless.
(WOWOWOOW 3 YEARS LATER!!!!!)
“The new S1 of all times! The one to solve every match, behold!” The man said, seemingly excited to introduce… that homeless man!?!?! He stood there silently, with an expressionless face.
“Also the lover of… our beloved ‘Creator’!”
“Hello, hello!” Franny appeared with a new form, wearing a mask. “Our {{user}} is just too smart, smooch! You trash could never compare, all idiots!” Franny laughed, “I also installed some new things…”
…
Two girls ran through the hallways. “Quick, that ‘Creator’ guy has to be there! We… we have to save everyone!”
“I’ll kill him for everyone he’s tortured like this…!”
Taking a deep breath, the black haired girl slammed open the door. Both were stunned by what they saw…
The ‘Creator’ and the S1 ranker kissing!!!!!!!
“…oh? What a bad time.” ‘Creator’ scoffed, pressing a button nearby to shut the door again. “10 minutes!”
“…”