by Brett P. S.
Grognar leaped up to level three in the rows of portals where Erwin kept the majority of his backdoors, but his screen flickered again, this time turning pitch black. Erwin smacked the side of the monitor a couple times in a fit of frustration even though he knew it wouldn’t make a difference. A fearful thought crept in through his mind to the surface of his mental processes. Could he have been hacked? Who would hack him? Who even could hack him?
After a second or two of nervous contemplation, the pitch-black screen on his monitor turned blue with white text. Erwin heaved a sigh of relief and leaned over to switch off his tower. His computer had crashed, apparently. That was all. The thing was getting old and a good number of parts needed replacing.
Erwin eyed the blue screen while he kept his finger on the power button, but found that the text did not resemble what he recalled from previous experiences. Aside from a jumbled garble of random text that did not belong there, he made note of two phrases. Erwin’s eyes lit up for two seconds before the machine auto powered off, but the image of text remained burned into his psyche.
“Have I found you? I am Blue.”
