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Rated: 18+ · Fiction · Dark · #2020684
PS Home is a virtual social gaming world on the Playstation 3.
Ryan went into extreme detail to make his female avatar look like his dream woman.  Each week he purchased the latest clothes for her, dressed her up and paraded her around the various spaces of Home.  He would talk to her as if she were real, and even imagined her answering him.  She had a voice, only he could hear it.  He fell in love with her.  Dreamed about her laying with him in bed while he slept.

Becoming overwhelmed with the illusion of being in a relationship with a virtual avatar he tried to stay away.  He tried not to turn on the PS3 and tried not to log into Home.  But she called out to him.  Even while he was at work he would hear her voice telling him how much she missed him.  And after a few days of not seeing her he would give in.  It was an exhausting ritual he had begun.  He barely slept now as he worked 9 hours a day and the rest of the time he sat on his couch conversing with his avatar as she stood lifeless in her personal space.  Though his body was aching from lack of sleep he still took comfort in her.  She was a welcomed sight when he arrived home.  And her sweet voice echoed throughout his brain sending tingling sensations down his spine.

Then one day, he met someone he worked with.  A really nice lady.  She smiled at him in the break room the first day he saw her.  The second day she sat next to him and talked to him.  She was beautiful, but not as beautiful as his avatar who was yelling at him in his mind for talking to this woman.  He tried to stifle her jealous rhetoric but her voice was loud.

As the days went on, though, she became less rebellious as if she accepted the fact that he was talking to someone else. Eventually, after a few weeks of break room chats, he asked the lady if she would care to go out to dinner with him.  She said yes.

They went out Friday night.  He picked her up in his car and did the usual dating thing.  They ate.  They talked.  They laughed.  He mentioned he was a gamer and she seemed to show a high interest in it.  She even asked if she could play with him sometime.  His avatars voice suddenly burst inside his head, “Don’t you let that woman in our house.”

“Well, maybe sometime you can come over my place and I can cook you dinner?”  He asked.  “Sounds like a plan.”  She responded.

Later that night he signed onto Home.  His avatar stood there in her Studio.  “How dare you.” She hissed.  “How dare you invite that woman over here.”

“She’s nice enough.” He said putting his head in his hands.

“It doesn’t matter.  You already have me, why do you need her?”

“Because she’s real, for one thing!  I can touch her!  I cannot touch you!”

“But you love me.  You told me you loved me.”

“I do, you know I do.  Can we talk about this later?  I’m tired.”  With that he turned his PS3 off and went to bed.  And even though he could turn his console off, he could not turn her off.  She still yelled and fussed the entire night.

After a few days he asked out the lady again.  She reminded him of his offer to take her back to his place and he agreed.  Later that night they arrived at his place.  He treated her to dinner which was from a Chinese take out near his house.  After they ate he turned on his PS3 and showed her around.  She mentioned that she owned one but hardly ever used it.

“Have you ever seen Home?”  He asked and her response was no.  “Oh, I have to show you.”  He said ecstatically.  He scrolled to the Home icon and clicked on it.  “This will take a while to load, sorry, I have purchased a lot of items.”

Finally, his avatar loaded into her Harbour Studio and he moved the camera around to see her face.

“Kill her.”  She said.  “I said Kill that bitch.”  He almost dropped the controller.

“Is something wrong?” His date asked him.

“No, no, just had a slight pain in my wrist.”

“If you don’t kill that bitch, then I will have to do it.” His avatar demanded.

He stood up and excused himself.  “I have to go to the bathroom.”  He walked down the hallway and went into his bedroom.  He put his hands to his head.  “You have to stop this.”  He whispered.  “No, you have to stop this.”  His avatars voice whispered back.

A bat sat next to his bed in the corner.  He walked to it and picked it up then went back into the living room with the bat tucked behind him.  His date was holding the controller and was moving his avatar around looking at the furniture.  “She doesn’t like that.”  He said.  Confused she looked at him. “What?”  And with that he swung the bat around and smashed it on her head.  She fell forward.

His avatar laughed.  It rang out loudly inside his head.  “This turns me on so much.”  She said.  “I want you.”

He dropped the bat and just stood there looking at his dates body laying on the floor.

“Drag her body and put it in front of the TV.  I want you to pretend you’re making love to me with her.  I want to watch and I want you to look at me.”  His avatar said and he obeyed.

He climbed on top of her and pulled her dress up all the while looking up to his TV, his avatar.  Then he unbuckled his pants and pulled them part way down.  He pulled his manhood out and tried to get it hard.  His avatar laughed at him.  “What is wrong with it?  You’ve got to be kidding me.”  It was limp and unfeeling.  It dangled there between his dates groin area.

“I can’t help it!”  He shouted at the television.  “You give me so much stress!  Look what you’ve made me do.”  He stood up and ran his hands through his hair, pulling it till it hurt.  “Look what you’ve made me do!”  He lunged at the TV wanting to break it.  Wanting to break her.

Something stung the back of his head.  A sharp sudden pain.  He turned and saw his date had gotten up.  She had the bat in her hands.  She had hit him with it.  She swung it again, knocking him in the face.  He fell backward and onto the ground.  She kicked him repeatedly and threw out a few curse words.

He laid there bloody and crying.  She walked towards his front door, grabbed her pocket-book and jacket.  She turned around and looked at him curled up in a ball.  “Limp dick asshole.”  She mocked him.  “And tell that bitch avatar of yours to keep her mouth shut.  She talks too much.”  Then she left.



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