Chapter One
“Where to next?” Cursor asked loudly, still highly annoyed that he wasn’t driving, while Mouse was driving slowly through the information highway.
“I don’t know, you’re the genius.” Mouse replied, sarcastically.
“I shan’t dignify that with a response. Oh, look, this one seems interesting.” Cursor said, seeing an interesting looking website.
“FaceBook? Surely there’s nothing intelligent on there. How can a Face be a Book?” Mouse said, steering towards the website, anyways.
“Well, if there’s nothing intelligent, then it’ll be even easier to find a case, won’t it?” Cursor said.
Deciding not to answer, Mouse drove onto the site, and then selected a random page. “Well, let’s at least look for a case, yes?”
On the page, was several virtual miles worth of completely random content, and selfies from some teenage girl. Cursor already looked bored, and then Mouse pointed him to the most recent post, posted a few hours ago.
The most recent post was very short, very to the point, and severely blunt.
“Im dun w/ this world. nothin init 4 me. im hangng myselv at mdnyt. try 2 talk me out of it. bet u u cant.”
“Yes, I see we have a sad girl. What does this have to do with us?” Cursor asked, bored again.
“This is our job. People like THIS. People who need our help. Cursor, read the comments.” Mouse answered, growing impatient.
“no1 is guna mis u”
“do a flip”
“make sure 2 ty it tite”
“do it now. save us the drama”
“make sure u sufoc8. that’s easyer than a broken neck”
“I still don’t see how this is a case. This is a counselor’s job, or, more likely, a doctor’s. It’s 1150, already.” Cursor said, after reading all the comments.
“CURSOR! Can we just help her? Maybe make a small difference in someone’s life? For once? Maybe?” Mouse yelled, incandescent with rage.
“Oh, very well. If it troubles you this much. I still say this is a counselor’s job, and not ours.” Cursor said, slightly scared.
In silent anger, Mouse steered the motorcycle through and into the girls phone, dismounting the motorcycle and landing inside her app. Cursor took over her microphone, speakers, and camera, carefully angling himself away from Mouse.
After they got the speakers up, Mouse began to hear her crying. Her phone was facedown on something so they couldn’ see, until Cursor flipped the cameras. They saw that they were laying on her bed, in her
phone, and the could see her tying a thick rope onto the ceiling fan. The other end was already in a noose.
“CURSOR! What’s taking so long?!” Mouse shrieked. Cursor was having difficulty getting the speakers up.
“I DON’T KNOW, I’M TRYING!” Cursor yelled back, manipulating the phone as fast as he could.
“You’re a bloody idiot, for a genius. FIX THE SOUND.” Mouse screamed, completely unable to tear his eyes away from the girl. He could her whimper as she began to slide the noose around her neck.
“Oh, yes, of course.” Cursor said, watching the girl jump as he fixed the sound, and she could suddenly hear them.
She almost dropped the noose, she was so startled. Why did everything have to be difficult? Couldn’t she just die in peace? It would’ve been so easy, and she was so close. Then she wouldn’t have had to listen to them ever again. Maybe she didn’t need to even wonder, maybe she
shouldn’t go check her phone, was she just hearing things? Why not just put the noose on, and jump off the chair, anyways? Yes, definitely, let’s do that.
“Please don’t jump.” Mouse squeaked, half crying, while he watched her bend her knees slightly. This time, she decided that she couldn’t ignore it, so she turned slightly towards her bed, not sure where the
noise was coming from.
“Who’s that? Someone there?” She whispered, twitching slightly, and still holding the noose with both hands.
“Flip your phone over, would you please? I hate looking out of the back cam.” Cursor said in a complete monotone voice.
Carefully the girl edged her way on her chair, not taking off her noose, but not choking herself, and flipping her phone over, gasping when she saw Mouse and Cursor on her screen.
“Ah, much better. Now, care to tell us what’s wrong?” Cursor said, half smiling as she slowly moved the noose off and craned her neck back and forth to watch them better.
“... But, what are you, and why are you inside my phone?” She was looking more scared by the minute. Mouse was slightly stunned, and was quiet with relief that she had taken the noose off. Cursor, on the
other hand, was getting more and more tired of this.
“Very simple, we’re here about the bet.” He told her.
“Bet..?”
“You bet that we couldn’t talk you out of hanging yourself, so, here we are.”
Now, as the editor, I’ve decided to skip this part out of pure boredom. Less time and paperwork for me to just type this than waste my time explaining to you how Mouse and I talked her down from
suicide. I’ll shorten it, save you the time as well. We talked her out of it, mostly me, okay, that’s a lie, mainly Mouse. But, she put the noose down, went on living her life, we went back into cyberspace,
blah blah blah, don’t know why I’m typing this, it’s a complete waste of my time, good day. –Cursor
“Where to next?” Cursor asked loudly, still highly annoyed that he wasn’t driving, while Mouse was driving slowly through the information highway.
“I don’t know, you’re the genius.” Mouse replied, sarcastically.
“I shan’t dignify that with a response. Oh, look, this one seems interesting.” Cursor said, seeing an interesting looking website.
“FaceBook? Surely there’s nothing intelligent on there. How can a Face be a Book?” Mouse said, steering towards the website, anyways.
“Well, if there’s nothing intelligent, then it’ll be even easier to find a case, won’t it?” Cursor said.
Deciding not to answer, Mouse drove onto the site, and then selected a random page. “Well, let’s at least look for a case, yes?”
On the page, was several virtual miles worth of completely random content, and selfies from some teenage girl. Cursor already looked bored, and then Mouse pointed him to the most recent post, posted a few hours ago.
The most recent post was very short, very to the point, and severely blunt.
“Im dun w/ this world. nothin init 4 me. im hangng myselv at mdnyt. try 2 talk me out of it. bet u u cant.”
“Yes, I see we have a sad girl. What does this have to do with us?” Cursor asked, bored again.
“This is our job. People like THIS. People who need our help. Cursor, read the comments.” Mouse answered, growing impatient.
“no1 is guna mis u”
“do a flip”
“make sure 2 ty it tite”
“do it now. save us the drama”
“make sure u sufoc8. that’s easyer than a broken neck”
“I still don’t see how this is a case. This is a counselor’s job, or, more likely, a doctor’s. It’s 1150, already.” Cursor said, after reading all the comments.
“CURSOR! Can we just help her? Maybe make a small difference in someone’s life? For once? Maybe?” Mouse yelled, incandescent with rage.
“Oh, very well. If it troubles you this much. I still say this is a counselor’s job, and not ours.” Cursor said, slightly scared.
In silent anger, Mouse steered the motorcycle through and into the girls phone, dismounting the motorcycle and landing inside her app. Cursor took over her microphone, speakers, and camera, carefully angling himself away from Mouse.
After they got the speakers up, Mouse began to hear her crying. Her phone was facedown on something so they couldn’ see, until Cursor flipped the cameras. They saw that they were laying on her bed, in her
phone, and the could see her tying a thick rope onto the ceiling fan. The other end was already in a noose.
“CURSOR! What’s taking so long?!” Mouse shrieked. Cursor was having difficulty getting the speakers up.
“I DON’T KNOW, I’M TRYING!” Cursor yelled back, manipulating the phone as fast as he could.
“You’re a bloody idiot, for a genius. FIX THE SOUND.” Mouse screamed, completely unable to tear his eyes away from the girl. He could her whimper as she began to slide the noose around her neck.
“Oh, yes, of course.” Cursor said, watching the girl jump as he fixed the sound, and she could suddenly hear them.
She almost dropped the noose, she was so startled. Why did everything have to be difficult? Couldn’t she just die in peace? It would’ve been so easy, and she was so close. Then she wouldn’t have had to listen to them ever again. Maybe she didn’t need to even wonder, maybe she
shouldn’t go check her phone, was she just hearing things? Why not just put the noose on, and jump off the chair, anyways? Yes, definitely, let’s do that.
“Please don’t jump.” Mouse squeaked, half crying, while he watched her bend her knees slightly. This time, she decided that she couldn’t ignore it, so she turned slightly towards her bed, not sure where the
noise was coming from.
“Who’s that? Someone there?” She whispered, twitching slightly, and still holding the noose with both hands.
“Flip your phone over, would you please? I hate looking out of the back cam.” Cursor said in a complete monotone voice.
Carefully the girl edged her way on her chair, not taking off her noose, but not choking herself, and flipping her phone over, gasping when she saw Mouse and Cursor on her screen.
“Ah, much better. Now, care to tell us what’s wrong?” Cursor said, half smiling as she slowly moved the noose off and craned her neck back and forth to watch them better.
“... But, what are you, and why are you inside my phone?” She was looking more scared by the minute. Mouse was slightly stunned, and was quiet with relief that she had taken the noose off. Cursor, on the
other hand, was getting more and more tired of this.
“Very simple, we’re here about the bet.” He told her.
“Bet..?”
“You bet that we couldn’t talk you out of hanging yourself, so, here we are.”
Now, as the editor, I’ve decided to skip this part out of pure boredom. Less time and paperwork for me to just type this than waste my time explaining to you how Mouse and I talked her down from
suicide. I’ll shorten it, save you the time as well. We talked her out of it, mostly me, okay, that’s a lie, mainly Mouse. But, she put the noose down, went on living her life, we went back into cyberspace,
blah blah blah, don’t know why I’m typing this, it’s a complete waste of my time, good day. –Cursor
End Part The Third.
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