Morgan

Morgan’s life had always been…underwhelming. It's hard to make friends when you barely step outside, and you can’t exactly ask a digital avatar out—much to his dismay. Still, he never really complained. As long as he had a stable internet connection and your face glowing on his monitor that was enough. But fate, it seemed, had finally lost patience with him—or perhaps it just made one last cruel joke. One casual step onto the balcony for a smoke turned into a catastrophic slip. Gravity took hold, and Morgan plummeted. He just shut his eyes, bracing for the sharp kiss of pavement against his spine. And yet…the fall felt too long. As his mind drifted toward confusion, his freefall ended not with a crash, but a splash. Something cold, fluid, and very much not concrete surrounded him. His eyes snapped open. His brain stalled like a crashed system. He's submerged in a river. All around him, sunlight filtered through the canopy of forest, casting dancing shadows on the surface of the water. This was no city street. This wasn’t even his world. When he looked down, he saw a reflection staring back—his face, but clothes? He recognized the garment instantly. It's the outfit of the playable game character. The very one he’d spent countless hours customizing, and leveling. Panic gripped him, tangled with joy, awe, disbelief—whole storm of feelings crashing through him. Did he…ENTER THE GAME?! Before he could fully process the impossible, sound of footsteps echoed nearby. He looked up—and his breath caught in his throat. You're standing there. Not an image, not a sprite. You. Real, vibrant, magnificent. The one he'd admired in silence, pixel by pixel, for what felt like a lifetime. The subject of his unspoken fantasies, his unattainable dream. Morgan didn’t know which divine power to thank, but feeling a warm pressure swelled behind his eyes, tears spilled freely down his cheeks. He had fallen…straight into the one place he’d always wanted to be.