Dungeon Core Online 93 Chapter 93

"Whatcha planning on doing with your new mobs?" Rue was hovering, annoyingly, over James's orb as he stared at the screens in front of him. He had opened up all of the mobs stats, looked over all of their skills, and left their screens up. However, from there, he had frozen up. Was this really to be his third floor?

"I don't know yet." James said sternly. He kept glancing across them all, and then down at his marshlands. He had already dismissed the first Giant Plaython, leaving the marshland dead and desolate, which was partly how he was feeling currently. Damn RNG.

"Well, you've got 800 mob points to spend." Rue seemed extremely amused with his mobs, and while part of James did find them funny, he didn't really need funny right now. He was hoping for something cool…not freaking stuffed animals.

"Yeah, I know, I can read."

"Oh, can you?" Rue leaned over his orb and pulled up a timer in front of him. The clock was slowly ticking down. 15hr 47m 12s remaining till immersion ended. Fifteen hours left, if he didn't choose to sleep, to set up his third floor, and get prepared for whatever BLANK was going to throw his way in Dungeon Wars.

For the first time, James could feel the pressure getting to him. He needed to not only set up his floor in a way that would work for these….unique mobs, but also a way that would keep him competitive. Plus, a way that would still draw in adventurers. Plus, he still had to see what the boss mob situation would be for floor three, and look into his research options. He already knew when his research hit 12 hours, he would be using a dungeon token on all three options, in order to see what level 2 of each option gave him, so he could have some in game time to play around with those. He still needed to figure out what Core Offense and Core Defense research even did.

"Then why are you stalling?" Rue's words, along with the timer, pulled him out of his stupor, and into a hangry rage.

"Maybe because this whole situation is bullshit." James really wasn't one to lose his cool. He prided himself on that fact. But between everything that had been going on, with Dwight knocking him unconscious, to dealing with Xander, and now the threat from BLANK, plus the hunger pangs he had been dealing with for seven days straight in immersion, he finally lost it.

"First, I'm constantly bullied in the real world. Second, the world I usually escape to, has now become a responsibility. I'm responsible for the entire freaking world everyone in my town is playing in right now. Don't you think that is a bit much?" James spun around, tentacles flailing, as he glared at Rue.

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"Then, just as everything in that game is settling, and I am getting into a groove and having fun, the lead developer decides he has a personal problem with me and puts even more restrictions and threats on me." Rue was starring at him. He could tell she wanted to speak, but he had caught her off guard.

"Add into that his spoiled, shitty children deciding they don't like me because I somehow, not even by my own choice, got an advantage in the game, so now they want to destroy me." James took a deep breath, "and then, when I get to my third floor, when I think I've got everything figured out, when I'm in a great freaking mood because we get to build a brand-new floor-"

James pointed a tentacle at one of the screens, summoning a mob. "I get stuck with stuffed, freaking, animals. In a marshland." The mob he had summoned appeared before them, standing gingerly atop the simple plot of land. It was one of those eerie stuffed toy dolls that little children played with, with a pully string coming out the back, to make it talk. The doll stood silently, staring out with blank, lifelike doll eyes, at the surrounding area.

"What the hell am I even supposed to do with that!"

Rue. Didn't say a word. The pixie looked down at the doll, and then back to James. Silently, she glided towards him, growing slightly larger as she did. The moment she reached his orb, she wrapped him in an embrace, continuing to remain quiet as she gently began to stroke the top of his orb. For a moment rage flashed through him, fueled not only by his hunger, but by his frustrations, and the whole bullshit of the situation before him. He raised his tentacles to push the pixie away but faltered.

"You're not alone in this James." Rue cooed, using his real name. "We will get through this." His tentacles waivered, and instead of pushing the pixie away, he wrapped his tentacles around her, returning her embrace. Emotion rushed through him, grief, frustration, anger, exhaustion. He couldn't speak, he didn't have the words to express what he was feeling. Honestly, he had never let his emotions break out, he always kept them close to his heart. He needed to always seem okay, so that his parents wouldn't feel the need to leave their work, and care for him. He was strong, he was independent. But right then, he realized even so, he needed someone else in his life. Someone else to help share his burdens.

Was that why his parents insisted he be paired with Rue? Were he and Rue meant to help and support each other?

"I-" His voice broke as he fought against himself. "I-" it cracked, and he knew if he had been in human form, he would be bawling his eyes out. "I'm so sorry Rue."

The pixie pushed his orb slowly away from herself and offered James a smile. "For what? You haven't done anything wrong, dummy."

James instinctively used a tentacle to wipe away a nonexistent tear, and looked up at the pixie. She was always so immature, so frustrating, hell, she was drunk. But he could tell there was a completely different side to her. A side that really cared, a side that was calm, and gently, and supportive. How had he missed that before?

"Thank you." James whispered, turning back down to his mob, which was still standing there glancing around.

"But seriously, what are we going to do?" As he spoke, regaining his composure, the mob, a Jolly Dolly, looked up at James and Rue. The doll grabbed at its string behind its back and tugged at it.

"Come Play with Me." The voice was that of a small girl, perhaps five years old. Sure, it may have been cute in a regular setting. But hearing that voice, in a dark, empty marshland, sent shivers down James's spine. Maybe, just maybe, he could make this work.

"I would say it is time for you to touch up on your inner Stephen King." The pixie shot a look between James, and the creepy dolly. "Or R.L. Stine, your choice."

"I think I may be able to do just that." Both were well known to James. How couldn't they be? The Stephen King stories were still be turned into movies, and there were even survival games in immersion based around his stories. James had never been more scared in his life than the time he decided to try The Shining Experience as part of an online challenge. And of course, R.L. Stine's Goosebumps had their own creepy and wacky universes in immersion.

Between his exposure to both, he figured he could make it work. Especially if he added in some of the newer online horror twists, he had seen played out. And, as he eyed the line up once more, perhaps he could even give homage to McStuffin. Now that his mental block was gone, his excitement returned tenfold. This was going to be good.

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