[WP] You wake up in a white room with a table. On the table is a handgun and 3 mags. As you stand up, you notice a band on your hand with the number 13 imprinted on it. A voice plays “Hello 13, please grab the gear and enter the next room, failure to comply may result in fatal consequences”
[WP] "But why choose me? I'm not special." "To be frank, my dear, it's because you aren't one of them."
Boom! An explosion large enough to shake the space came and he could think of no one except the user Bruno, who would use a baby bazooka as a weapon. He was a fearsome foe that did everything he could to level out the playing field just so there would be no hiding places for the strategist type like him. This was gonna be tough and with that baby bazooka of his, the number of red dots and places he could climb on was being reduced. It was truly a frightening match but he had no intentions of using his bullets, only the tranquilizers. They were not told to kill, just to survive, after all.
Calleb never made a run for it but he just crept on his stomach across the walls and each time he would come across a player, he would wait for the right time before shooting with the tranquilizer. It was better to have them knocked down than to be dead was what he thought. He had hoped that there was someone who would at least pull them out of the game and going back on the ground would expose him so he made the choice to leave them be.
As he brought down as many players as possible, Bruno was also going on a rampage and the ruins left behind from that baby bazooka of his had already leveled half the field. Halfway through the map, he had already gone on land. He simply hid behind the wreckage. 2 hours had passed since the game had started and there were just the two of them left on the playing field. It was draining and by that time, it had honestly become a cat and mouse chase. Bruno was the one chasing and Calleb had no choice but to keep hiding in the mess as he continuously tried to aim at Bruno.
It was getting more and more difficult because even the man behind the character was as built as the avatar was and he… he barely had the stamina to keep going but it was either Bruno or him.
Again he climbed up the walls, it seemed like with just a few bullets left, he had no choice but to kill. Each turn he made Bruno would be waiting. Of course, he still had trouble pinpointing Calleb’s position and it looked like he was being careful too with how much he was shooting with his baby bazooka now. He was also growing desperate but on Bruno’s last shot, he tore down the entire wall I was perched on. The moment the wall was crumbling, I took my aim as he was reloading.
It was a clean hit and the bullet was lodged at the center of his forehead.
As his red dot disappeared on the map, a bright light appeared from the ceiling then a rope ladder fell down just a few steps away Calleb
“Congratulations number 13. You are the winner of the game. You are free to leave that space. Those who you have tranquilized will be retrieved shortly and those who have perished in battle, their bodies will be returned to their families”
He climbed with whatever strength he had left and when he finally reached the top, he was greeted with a man dressed in the same all-white clothing as him yet that man didn’t have a tag.
“Why did you do this to us?” He took a step forward, eyeing this man as he remained seated on his couch
“Because I wanted to prove something” He had gestured for Calleb to take a seat beside him, that which Calleb had instantaneously declined.
“And what was that? Do you think the lives of those people were just things that could be easily sacrificed because of one selfish goal?” Anger was welling up in Calleb’s system already and in all honesty, It was just ridiculous, that excuse that was given to him.
“That not everyone will adapt and accept the situation. Some would still choose peace or a bloodless battle if given the choice. It was only you that used the tranquilizers, did you know that?” Calleb was in awe at what he had heard. It was true that he had no intentions of doing any real harm. He just wanted to make it out alive without that many casualties because he knew they were all in the same boat.
“What does that have to do with me being chosen? I’m not so special. And all the other top players?”
“To be frank, it was because none of you were like them. Or so I hoped. But you... You definitely are not like them. And that was simply why. From this point on. I hope to create more of you. I will be cloning your consciousness. Each generation needs someone like you with how more and more messed up everything is becoming. So as your last task, number 13. I need you to die for me”
The next thing he knew, a PS-01 was pointed at him and before he could even retaliate, he was shot in the chest once, twice. And as he was losing consciousness, he could feel his body being hoisted on something cold, maybe a metal table
“Get his brain while it hasn’t stopped yet! He will be the core of our AI units”
Those words and the wheezing sound of medical equipment were the last things he heard before his vision went black.
And that's it for this mini-series! I don't think I've justified the action part well enough but I enjoyed this prompt a lot UwU
What a plot twist!
I really enjoyed this, tho the death of the main character is really painful