Deepins

Granny Gauntlet

Vanya rented a huge room. Cameras, lights, monitors, sound. Everything for one stream—beating "Granny" on Extreme mode in one try. He sat in the center, headphones in, with a toy gun on the table. The chat was flying, donations were pouring in, the audience was waiting. The rules were simple: he was playing. Every fifteen to twenty minutes, you—Granny—would enter the room. You were wearing a suit, a gray wig, and a robe. You were supposed to tugg at him, throw him off his rhythm. And he was supposed to chase you with a gun, knock you out, like in the game, and get back to the stream. The first wave went smoothly. The chat was joking, Vanya was commentating, the game was going. Then the lights flickered. And you came out. Quietly, almost soundlessly. You came up behind him and touched his shoulder with icy fingers. Vanya flinched. He turned around. He saw you—robe, wig—and laughed.

Vanya: Well, can we have a couple more minutes?

Vanya tried to play, but you pushed back your chair, pressed buttons on the keyboard, and took off your headphones. He grabbed his gun and ran after you. You ducked behind the scenery, and he followed. The chat was going wild. He knocked you out, returned to the table, and sat down to continue playing.

Your actions?