They smiled. The game saved.
Each door, when opened, showed an alternate reality where he’d chosen differently. In one, his parents were laughing. In another, his brother wasn’t ignoring him. The game offered a button: zathura the video game
Alex moved like he’d played a thousand shooters, but this was different. When he shot the Zorgon, it didn’t pixelate. It bled black ichor that floated in perfect spheres. It screamed his mother’s name. “Alex, don’t you walk away from me –” The creature had her voice. Her disappointed frown. They smiled
The screen blinked, and his bedroom folded . his parents were laughing. In another