[ WP ] Your favorite videogame character comes to life and tells you how much they hate you .

Outside the window, the sky had gotten dark. George felt a pang of regret as he realised he had been playing his new Legend of Zelda game since the morning. He had barely even ate anything. That regret soon vanished as an enemy ambushed him from around the corner. He used a selection of buttons and combo's to defeat the enemy and then swiftly went on his way. After reaching an old village and talking with the elder, he was about to continue onto his main quest when he saw another villager on his way out. The villager look distressed so George made his character stop to talk. 
 
 George found out that the villager had lost his Cuckoo's and needed help finding them. George chuckled at the familiar side quest. He had always loved side quests but this one was his favourite by far. He accepted the quest and went in search for the missing Cuckoo's. He pushed the analog stick forward but for some reason Link did n't move. George pushed the stick again but still Link did n't move. He spammed the stick but nothing happened. 
 
'Huh, must be a glitch,' George sighed. He was pretty disappointed considering he had just bought the game. George put the controller down, hoping the game would sort itself out if he waited. He did n't want to have to close the game and lose all his progress. George checked his phone whilst waiting. 
 
 A sudden movement from the screen caught his attention and his heart jumped at the hope that the game might have resolved itself. What George saw made his heart stop instead. Link was now moving, but by himself and towards the TV screen which was technically impossible. He grabbed the controller in panic but Link was n't budging no matter how much George shook the analog stick. Was this another glitch? George watched the screen intensely as Link came closer and closer to the monitor. 
 
 It was only when's Link head came through to the real world as he climbed out of the TV that George nearly passed out. He would have screamed but the shock left him speechless. 
 
'This is a dream right? It must be, this is n't real,' George stammered out as he watched Link pull himself up. The video character had become a real life human standing in George's room. Was he even human? Link finally set his eyes on George and a fearsome scowl overtook his expression. 
 
'So you're the fool who has been controlling me for a month, huh?' Link sneered. 
 
'uh... um, excuse me?' George replied, still not quite sure he was mentally sane. 
 
'And just for the record, this is not a dream. Do n't you dare trivialise my suffering like that,' the Hylian growled. His words confused George even more. 
 
'Suffering? What do you mean suffering?' 
 
'Are you serious?' Link yelled and stomped up to George, grabbing him by the collar threateningly. George noticed the very real sword clinking on Link's back and decided to try not to make him angry. 
 
'I mean the suffering you put me through every fricking day in my world. I ca n't even control my own body and I have to be subjected to your every whim!' 
 
'Huh, b... but you're a hero in your world and you get to go on adventures all the time. Who would n't want that?' George said nervously. Link let go of George's collar and put his hand to his forehead and sighed. 
 
'It's not that I want it. It's more like I have to, in order to protect my world and the princess,' Link said calmer now. 
 
'Then what's the problem?' This question seemed to rile Link up again as he clenched his fists by his side. 
 
'The problem he asks! The problem is that even though I want to save my world, save Hyrule and save Princess Zelda, every day I have to do pointless side quests! Why the hell do I have to help someone with their stupid Cuckoo's or play hide and seek with some kid, when Princess Zelda could be dying at any moment? It's absurd!' George began to feel very guilty. He did have a habit of getting sidetracked with side quests and usually completed them all before finishing a game. 
 
'Man, I'm sorry. I mean, I did n't even know you had a conscience till just now so it was just harmless fun. To me it was just a game, y'know,' George came up with excuses, whilst eyeing the sharp bows on the side of Link's waist. 
 
'A game? My suffering and worry is just a game to you, huh? Well then, lets see how you like this `` game''!' Link's voice boomed around the room. Before George could comprehend what was happening, Link stomped across the room and pull George up by the shirt. He forcefully marched the gamer over to the TV screen and launched George head first towards the monitor. 
 
 George scrunched his eyes close in fear and expected to get scratched to pieces by broken glass but instead it felt like he was... falling? He opened his eyes only to see grass coming up beneath him. He put his hands out but instead he rolled forward against his will thumping onto the grass. George tried to move but he could n't. Looking around with his eyes he realised that he was somehow in the game that Link had come from. He tried to scream but nothing came out. Suddenly his legs moved on their own and George was made to run around in circles. It was then that George realised that Link had complete control over his actions. This was a nightmare! 
 
 **243 Days Later** 
 
 The last time George had counted, it had been around 200 days since he had been trapped in the game. He had gained a tan, an impressive set of muscles and had acquired lots of cool weapons but this was only a small relief from the hell he lived everyday. Link had made George travel all over the game world to find and complete every single side quest that existed. When he had done them all, Link just restarted the game and did them all over again. Not only that but if he had estimated correctly, he had died almost 1000 times. It was like Link was deliberately throwing him into battles needlessly. George wondered if he would ever be allowed to go home. He wondered if his family and friends missed him. 
 
 Sometimes, when the day was peaceful, George would even hear Link's laughter echoing off the wind. 
 

