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I'd always been a fan of Busby. My neighbor, Steve Macdonald, was a pro gamer back in the day. He had collected thousands of games and was now doing a garage sale. I went as soon as he started, looking up and down for bubsy, my favourite platforming game, the main character was a personal highlight. At last, after digging through an old collection of video games, i had found an old Bubsy title. For a little more insight, Bubsy is a series of platform video games created by Michael Berlyn and developed and published by Accolade. The games star an anthropomorphic bobcat named Bubsy, a character that takes inspiration from Super Mario Bros. and Sonic the Hedgehog. I dusted off the Bubsy video game, and took out the cartridge. Hurriedly, I put it into the NES console. Steve looked over "Works fine, how much would you want to get it for?" I asked for a little off, he replied "Sure, do me a favor. Don't input a single cheat code." I agreed to the favour and swiftly walked home to play my new game. Excitedly, i sat down at my NES and inserted to Cartridge. For a little insight, the game I had bought was the first Bubsy game was released by Accolade in May 1993 for the Super NES, and in July for the Sega Genesis. The plot focuses on Bubsy retrieving the world's yarn supply from the invading Woolie. The screen lit up. The menu drifted onto the screen: Precise. Controlled. Accurate. I clicked the start button, Busby's iconic voice filled the room as the beginning cinematic played "Pilot's license? What for!" as he glided down a mountain. I sat in amazement, I've never seen anything like this and it made me quite aroused. Soon after the amazing opening cinematic, the gameplay began. The level design, the characters and the soundtrack. Everything was perfect. The first level was a breeze, the second level, not so much like it. A cold rapid in my lazy river ride, knocking me off of my high horse. Just then, I saw Bubsy to my right. Not in the game, but next to me. almost spiritually, it was like he was really on my shoulder. He whispered "Stuck? I can help with that." His voice dripped of disturbed intent, but i didn't notice. "I can offer some cheats if you need. Would you like that?" I was at first eager and pleased at this proposal however i remembered my neighbour's warning. I chose to carelessly dismiss it, after all, it was just a game so nothing could go wrong. Right? As I inputed the cheat code, the screen grew darker, more ominous. The level was easy; Nay, the level was breezy. A part of me had been auctioned off that day. Soon I realized something was seriously off. Bubsy wasn't talking, his limbs were growing weak, his eyes were bloodshot. For as low as the graphical fidelity of the NES was, it was too realistic. Perhaps this was a glitch? Maybe the cheats had messed up something in the code. I hoped this was the truth. I continued to the next level, 3-1. This one was not like the others, an ominous maze of rusted, metal walls, the music was distorted and as I continued, the walls grew bloodier and bloodier. As I finished the level, the screen flickered and a fortress of electricity encased the console. A loud bang enveloped the room, originating from the console, and drew me towards the console. As I attempted to stand up, I was unable to move. My body had fused with the controller, and the couch. Bubsy did this. I felt as if i was one with my living room and also one with Bubsy. He had taken control over me and forced my unwilling participation in his sick game. I thrashed at my binds, the skin of my back ripping off as I forced myself off of the couch, a loud scream enveloping the room. "Why . DID . YOU. INPUT. THE CODE!!!!!!!" Suddenly, my vision went black. A wave of heat encased me, as I was transported to H. E. Double Hockey Sticks. Nay, It was Bubsy's world. As my vision came back to me, two figures stood before me, Bubsy who i knew well and Ally Cassandra, an exclusive character to the pilot episode and made no further appearances in the Bubsy franchise. They looked at me pitifully. I had a crush on Cassandra in highschool. Now, was she going to crush... Me? I jolted back in fear, as if hit by a 100-tonne semi. I crawled backwards, like the scared little puppy dog I was. I instinctively reached to my side, attempting to grab the gun on my nightstand, but it was not there. Bubsy let out a manic howl and suddenly stopped. He gripped my hair, pulling me into his domain. I looked around me, it looked just like the video game. Was i actually in the game? No. Something seemed off, the walls were all twisted and some parts were colourless. Before I could catch my breath, I heard a loud shriek behind me, a huge version of Bubsy, limbs stitched together started to sprint at me down the never-ending corridor. A fault of my own making. My desires had dragged me to the deepest, darkest, place I could ever imagine. And now I would pay for not heeding the warning. I managed to latch onto a ledge; I wanted to save my ego and beat the level. I managed to get out of Bubsy's grasp, leaving him to run from the other, larger Bubsy. It felt as if my mind was breaking. How did all of this truly exist in the real world. Looking behind me, the two Bubsy variants are not far behind. Due to this, I could not stay put and I had to run away. My legs felt like rubber but the adrenaline from this harrowing experience pushed me to keep going. I wont pull back. I will press forward, like a centipede. Each step thrusted me further into my torment, but I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop. There I finally saw it, the shed which the architect of my nightmares sat in a throne, computing on his laptop, shaping this hell scape. Gaming legend, Steve Macdonald. It dawned on me, He marked it down so he could trap me. Torment me. I could suddenly hear an orchestra of souls beckoning to me, emanating from his cursed laptop. Then, it hit me like a 100-tonne semi, Bubsy's semi. I was here to be captured, nothing but a toy for Steve's twisted amusement. But he had another thing coming. I bashed down the door, Steve had already noticed I was gone from Bubsy's grasp in his status meter. But it was too late, I was already pouncing at him, his laptop thrown to the ground in the scuffle, I already had an upper hand on him. "How dare you! Why must you do this! Don't you understand the consequences of your actions?! If i don't control Bubsy... Who will?" But it was too late, my rage had consumed me. Drawing my fist back, I bashed his head in like a melon, splattering his gray matter all over the walls of the dimly lit shed. "What...?" "What have I done?" Bubsy had gotten the better of me. My desires were taken, and tainted by Bubsy. I realize now someone had to control Bubsy. I got up, grinning ear to ear, lifting the laptop off the ground, dusting it off. I sat down on the sinister throne. "It's a dirty job... But someone has to do it."

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senator imsingaporean

Dawko

Liver

Niko

Publish Date

4/16/2026

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