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Come Back | Breakpoint - Game Girl - 03-08-2026 “Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.” - Carl Jung The light from the monitor blares an awful light within a dingy room. Sun spills through the cracks in the shuttered blinds, crawling its way in and falling upon heaped trash. A large man, soaked in sweat, his clothes stained with the passage of time, sits on a worn out chair as he stares into his screen. Pixels stare back at him. Some in the shape of people that stand before a grand mountain. He drums his fingers along his desk and looks to the second monitor to a list of comments, mostly negative. A to-do list, a roadmap, a reminder of his failures. “Fix bugs…” He mumbles to himself as his eyes read along the notes. “Ending sucks… Add co-op… Add co-op… Where’s multiplayer? Fucking idiots.” He sighs, his finger and thumb pushing up his glasses and rubbing his eyes before he slams a hand down on his desk and glares at his screen. The window with the game grows smaller as a black box with lines of gibberish code fill his view. Gabe scrolls down and begins entering syntax muttering to himself as he does. “At Mount Agamemnon, our heroes arrive to defeat Mordekaiser once and for all.” He clears his throat as he looks between the code and a notepad with layers of writing. “Guy, Princess and Pepe enter, leaving Gretchin outside to cast a spell warding off any unknown forces.” He stops typing code for a moment looking at a line. A nonsense line from an uneducated man. But the word he focuses on is //Paige. With a deep sigh he looks back at the second monitor, the complaints, the refund requests, his dwindling bank account. He opens ChatGPT and looks over the lengthy conversation still open before adding a simple question. “Do I kill my vision of Tale of Narfinex for monetary gain?” The AI answers back, as it usually does, with a long list of pros and cons never giving a hard answer but making sure Gabe isn’t upset with the response. And one line stands out to him. If improving the game means you can continue making games for years, the compromise might actually protect your long-term creative career. He looks at it for a length of time. Before nodding to himself and typing “Thank you” and going back to his code, looking back at the lines surrounding “//Paige” and reluctantly hitting enter. Paige kicks her legs out in front of her, looking up at the night sky and the scarce stars dotted past the clouds. With a deep sigh she leans forward and places her elbows on her legs, twiddling her thumbs. “Am I stupid?” She looks up to the statue behind her as she sits on its base. Surprisingly, the stone face doesn’t reply. She looks back down. “I feel pretty stupid.” She hops off and takes a step onto the grass, spluttering her lips. She waves at a person walking their dog and kicks the dirt at her feet; she looks to her right. The trees of the park follow the path into darkness. She tilts her head at the statue, a woman brandishing a sword. “I’m literally a video game character, fighting on a Soul Calibur stage and I let some… Goomba get one over on me, AGAIN!” She throws up her hands and they flop back down to her side. “I mean… I just feel dumb… I’m so caught up in my own stuff, being selfish and not focusing again and again! I let Scoops down real bad, I let Dickie down. Now they’re the ones moving up and I can’t be there with them because of my own mistakes.” “Yeah, Jenny cheated, yeah her bozo friends got involved again, I saw that coming but… I didn’t prepare. I just thought I’d manage and in the end House of Hardcore came to help me and I still couldn’t get the job done…” She rubs her brow leaving a little red mark on the skin. “I swore to protect Scoops and all that’s been happening lately is him saving me. Jenny and Director attack me after that tag match, Scoops runs in. Last match, Scoops… Drives in… I feel like a damsel!” She pushes her hands to her chest looking up to the statue. “I’m capable of so much! I’ve been on my own for sooo long and managed fine! I have to hold back in some fights because I know if I don’t control myself I could blast a hole through a human! It’s just- AARGH!” With a roar she punches out with her robotic arm and smashes a crater in the base of the statue; the edge chipping away and sending marble splinters over the cold path. Before dropping her head into the base and letting out a long sigh. “I can have some solace knowing Jenny won’t make it past Dickie, someone who is lightyears ahead of me in terms of skill and knowledge. And Scoops probably has the easiest fight of his career against someone I bested with ease over a year ago now… That was mean…” She spins around slowly and puts her back to the statue and slides down slowly until her butt hits the grass. A far-away look sits in her face, her eyes unfocused as her mouth stays neutral, a simple straight line from cheek to cheek. “Scoops said to me, you do better after you’ve been knocked down… But what does this mean, really? Am I just going to drop into another cycle of win, loss, win, loss? Just to put some fire into me? To make me stronger? To give me a reason?” “How can I talk about wanting to break cycles when I just fall into another?” She shakes her head and runs her hands down her face with a sharp sniff up. “Being optimistic is exhausting.” “Hope is suffocating.” “But I cling onto them because to drown in despair is a second death.” “I know some people want to see me dragged down and see the universe how they see it.” “Cold and empty.” “An apathetic void which doesn't care about your dreams.” “But when I look up,” Her head tilts to the sky, “I still see millions of stars looking back at me… Even past the clouds.” “And when I’m down, when I’m beating myself up.” “I know there’s always a light.” She smirks. Not a forced one, but a silent creep of one. A defiant one. The jingle of a collar catches her attention as a labrador rushes over to her, its tail wagging as it pushes its snout into GG’s face who lets out a giggle as she strokes the dog, her hands wrapping it’s head and neck and ruffling the golden fur. A whistle comes from the woman walking him followed by a chuckle as she smiles at GG who waves back at her. “Good evening!” : ) The woman gives a small wave back as the dog bounces back to her. Game Girl sits in the moment, a big smile on her face. She brings her knees close to her chest and huddles her legs. “I am very dumb.” “But at least I’m smart enough to admit it.” “I could lie to myself, I could gloss over losses like they didn’t mean anything. Just be another cruddy wrestler in XWF who can’t see their own faults and continue on a line of arrogance and denial.” “But I don’t want to be that, I want to be better.” “So… Even if it does throw me into another cycle I need to break, I’ll prove Scoops right again that I get better after being pushed down.” Her eyes flick and the world grows silent. Stars fall in the blackness around her like snowflakes, glistening like drops of mercury. “I don’t know about you Gorgo, but I feel pretty sore after losing in the tournament.” “And you did great!” “But it wasn’t enough… Like me lol.” “You had a real tough fight, SEB was a great fighter… Not sure what’s happened to him recently, guess using a tag partner as a crutch really hampered him on his own… Not to take away you beating him out! He’s still good!” “But Scoops!” She whistles. “He’s on fire right now. You got an unlucky draw!” “We’re alike, in a lot of ways, Yelena.” “We both have this voice in our head, both literally and metaphorically, telling us to go on, to give us drive. Give us a reason.” “You have these… Alter-egos to put it very simply, I know you’re more complicated than that and I don’t want to offend you, I have the same in a way… The same but different… Someone else's memories, their joy and anger… Et cetera.” “We both had a goal… To win March Madness and we both failed.” “And now we’re both here and we can both bleed…” “The biggest difference is your nose is a lot easier to break than mine.” She stands up and takes a few steps forward, the void beneath her feet ebbs into pools of light, like she was stepping into puddles. “I get distracted very easily. I get locked in my own head. Focus on the wrong things.” “I don’t want to be that person… I don't want to be the damsel anymore.” “And I sure as heck don’t want to be the thing everyone sees me as.” “The video game girl! The cute little fun one who says quirky one-liners and everyone can flex their game knowledge by saying the same old crud over and over.” “Jenny did this to me, I would have thought the first time I kicked her butt she would have learned! You’re going to do the same Yelena, everyone til the end of time is going to do the same thing over and over and I just have to deal with it.” “Just because I’m a video game character, doesn’t mean I’m two-dimensional.” “There’s a quirky line for you to fangirl over.” “Everyone sees me as a gimmick… And I’m not, I’m much more than that but human beings are… Simple creatures for lack of a better term. Scoops or Amber could have put it much more poetically than I.” “Humans just see this” She circles her face with a finger, “And they lock-in! I could do the same, Yelena, I could see a butch muscle mommy laughing into a mirror and be like, pffft women be crazy, am I right? But I don’t want to do that.” “I want to be better!” “I want to try harder!” “I want to prove to everyone that I’m not one-note, that I’m just what you see!” “That’s why I’m not going to focus on how you look like the lovechild of Charlize Theron and a tube of creatine. Instead I want to focus on how you came back after running away, not taking accountability for your own failures and instead blaming Maerath.” “Yeah, that slop was what made you lose your matches, made your run mediocre, made you a laughing stock. Not your lack of skill, not your inflated ego, not your damn excuses! You said forget that, instead you’re here with a hammer and the XWF is a slaughterhouse full of pigs and even without Maerath holding you back, you still ended up on the killing room floor.” “You talk a big game but you can’t back it up, should have spent that year away practicing your moves instead of eating cobb salad and tearing open a new hole in the ozone layer.” “You want to be the monster.” “You want to be this ultra-successful philanthropist.” “You wanted to be King of the XWF…” “On all accounts you’re the exact same as Mr. Oz but he has more wins here than you do and that’s the most hurtful thing I could ever say to you.” “Your big match here, your re-debut as it were, ended in failure. You wanted to soar to new heights but you're just here in the mud with me; when I said we’re alike I’m curious on how correct I am.” “Because when I get knocked down… I come back swinging.” “What do you do, Yelena?” “You gonna blame this on another persona?” “Looking forward to finding out.” Game Girl gets a shiver down her spine as she looks behind her, the statue is gone, replaced by a boulder. The void around her glitches, like someone moving ink brushes around the paper. She looks forward again with a long exhale. “Against Scoops and SEB, you said you're the villain, Yelena.” She rolls her eyes. “Do you know how many times I’ve heard that line?” “It’s not as threatening as people think.” “It loses meaning when you’re the one that has to say it. Like, if someone was actually psychotic, lost their mind, had to be sanctioned. They wouldn’t call themselves crazy because to them what they’re doing is completely sane and we’re the crazy ones.” “What you’re saying to people is, “please take me seriously.” Which just gives the opposite effect.” “You look desperate.” “That paired with your foul-mouthed ramblings and overdramatic threats of slaughtering people like pigs.” “It all comes across as a little…” “Tryhard.” “Fake edgy.” “Jenny Myst-y.” “Jenny actually has people backing her to help her win matches though.” “You on the other hand? What’s at the end of the Black Rainbow apart from another one of your failures?” “You want to play the villain, Yelena.” “And unluckily for you, I'll be more than willing to be the hero.” “You want the upset. You want to go against the narrative.” “I’ll play my part as the two-dimensional video game protagonist and just reinforce the cliche.” “And when you’re broken in a pool of your own blood.” “Maybe you’ll think twice about trying to play me.” With a sharp breath the void disperses around her. GG lets out a shaky breath and clutches at her chest with a hiss of pain, doubling over as a sting of noise pierces her ears. Her vision blurs and she splutters a cough as the sound slowly fades and Paige stands up, a gasp is pulled from her as she takes in her surroundings. Arid soil overtakes decaying grass; the rocks in front of her build up and up until she looks at a towering mountain that pierces the black clouds of ash blotting out the sun. “No…” She takes a step back, her pupils shaking from side to side. “Game Girl!?” A weary voice cries out. Paige snaps her head to the source seeing Gretchin standing to her feet with a groan; a croaked gasp of excitement leaves her mouth. “Gretchin!?” Paige rushes over and slides to her knees picking Gretchin up in a tight hug; the wind leaves Gretchin’s lungs as she taps GG’s shoulder to let go which she finally does; lightly placing Gretchin back on the ground. The witch coughs, dusting her cloak as she peers at Paige, “What are you doing here?” “I-...” Paige stops herself, her smile dropping as she kneels down and looks around at the bodies of corrupted soldiers littering the field. “I’m not sure. It’s like I was pulled here by something.” A loud clang comes from inside the mountain, Gretchin looks to the open maw of the entrance. She sighs, “I knew you’d come back… Just…” She tilts her head with a worried glance, “You picked a bad time.” “What’s happened?” Paige asks, getting to her feet. “Game Boy, Princess and Pepe have gone inside to confront Mordekaiser…” Gretchin grabs her staff and stabilizes herself. “That’s good… Right?” Paige looks to the entrance, another roar echoes out. “... I’m not entirely sure anymore…” Gretchin sighs, “Game Boy has been acting odd lately. You can see the anger in his eyes, but his words… His words aren’t his own, they come calmly and coldly now. His actions…” Gretchin looks around at the dead. “He killed them without any hesitation, he didn’t break a sweat. Like a machine.” GG’s robotic hand curls into a fist. “I knew he wasn’t himself, back at the waterfall…” Gretchin nods her head, “He spoke about this, he tried to kill you.” “So everyone else knows?” Paige turns to her. “He did… But he twisted it.” Gretchin hobbles over to a small pebble and taps it with her staff. “Used my words against me and I was powerless to say otherwise.” A cry comes from inside the mountain followed by muffled words overlapping each other. The sword of metal clashing. “Don’t blame the others for listening to him, Game Girl.” Gretchin picks up the pebble and admires it for a second before placing it in her cloak. “They’re simply following the path they’ve been set on, like him… Like you…” Paige flicks her eyes to her for a moment before she looks back at the entrance. A burst of wind exits almost bowling the two over followed by a blood-curdling roar that turn into multiple. Layered over and over until it becomes a high-pitch screech that drums against GG’s ears. Paige winces at the noise covering her head before the peak of the mountain expels a blinding golden light that burns a hole in the clouds. Gretchin and Paige look up at the light, shielding their eyes. Until… The noise subsides. And the clouds disperse. Paige looks up at the brilliant sunlight. She smirks, a small laugh comes from her that quickly stops as drops hit the ground. At first, it was light and scattered. Small grey drops hitting the soil. But they build over time. Until a downfall of black rain pelts the earth. The witch sighs deeply and pats GG’s back, “Game Girl.” Paige looks down at Gretchin, the rain soaking and discolouring her as it runs down her face. Muting her clothes. “There’s no shame in leaving now.” Gretchin looks at her deeply, concern in her voice. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Lone footsteps echo from the open mouth of the mountain. “They failed, Gretchin” Paige steels herself, “I have to try.” She stands tall, her fists clenched. Gretchin looks down and takes a few steps back. Paige lets out a long exhale, her knees shaking as the footsteps become louder. Tap. Tap. TAP. TAP. TAP. And from the darkness, as the rain stops. And the sun beats down on them. A figure leaves the mountain. Carrying a bloody greatsword twisted into black metal. “Huh.”             h̸̰̥̃̈́̔̈́͘e̴̢̛̖̱̿ͅr̵̳͓͔̜̓͑͒.̷̢͔̦̈́͆ ̸̡́́ͅ.̴̝͉̓̕͠ ̸̺̗̟̟̊̀̃͋.̸͈̐̽͋͗ͅ The figure lets out, a slither of curiosity mixed with venom coming from it’s lips. ṣ̶̎h̷̥̽ẹ̶̾'̵̲͐s̸͙̒ ̸͔͊s̴̳̽c̵͕͐r̶̲͌ạ̵̒e̸̥͒d̴͕͒ Paige’s eyes widen as she chokes back a whimper.             k̴̡̤̺̀͋̑̾̕ḯ̷͈̼̰̈́l̶̥̣̊́̃̔̌ĺ̶̤̽ She digs her feet into the soil to halt the shudder in her bones.                                   s̸̯̱̾̽͒͛͑a̵̘͂̊v̶̯̼̟͔̤̎͆ę̵͔̼̠̮̄̓̓̾̈́͜ ̸̤͗͑ẖ̴̤͇͔̝̅́̕ĕ̴͇͙̖̠̹̍ͅr̸̤̬̯͗̅̍͠ As Game Boy glares at her. “You actually came back.”