How I Got My Look

Chance you'll be scared: 5.4/10

It was a normal day in Jamaa Township, chilly. Meanwhile, I was taking a tutorial. My little sister was watching me play happily. "Lookie!" She pointed. "Peck!"

I nodded. I was introducing her to her own account, because Mom had finally agreed to let her have membership- and join. She was only 6, but my mother felt like that was the right age, considering she'd been watching me for so long. Unfortunately, I had to let her use my computer all the time.

I let her watch the tutorial as I did stuff for her. "Ready to take over?" I asked, sighing a bit.

"Sure!" She responded, using the arrow keys to move. She was a little confused at first, but once she got the hang of it, I taught her to buy flowers and then trade them for den betas.

Once she got her own spike, I decided to leave her alone for a little. She didn't stay much after that, and I didn't bother to, either. She joined us for lunch and immediately started blabbering about how she wore her spike and got a bunch of trades for it.

"Did you accept any of them?" I asked worriedly. She shook her head.

"Thank goodness," I said, feeling protective of her account, even if it wasn't mine.

After we finished our sandwiches and apple juice, my mom sent me to hang up my clothes. Meanwhile, my sister played Animal Jam in my room.

Later, I was watching TV when I heard a scream from upstairs. I ran up there, and what I saw wasn't what I expected. My sister had a twisted, horrified look on her face. I looked at her screen. But nothing could prepare me for what came next.

"I was hacked!" She sobbed, huge, hacking sobs. Without thinking, I slapped her, leaving a bleeding gash. "Why would you share your password?" I growled, pushing her out of my room.

"Y- you don't understand-"

I growled again, moving forward. I took another blow at her.. and she toppled over the edge.

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"Sis!" I screamed, looking at her twisted, bloody body. Horrified, I clamped a hand over my mouth. My mom came running out and looked from my sister to me, then sprinted upstairs. I punched her and she fell to the ground. Before she could recover, I retrieved a frame of a picture and slammed it against her face as hard as I could.

Glass shattered everywhere, cutting her body. I kicked her over the edge also, watching her fall to the ground. My parents were divorced, and I set out to find my dad.

He was in his apartment. He reached his hands out in greeting. "Hey, girl!" He said. "You here to play catch or what?" He chuckled, and I fell into his arms, shaking and sobbing.

Then the hunger was back. I grabbed him and twisted his neck until it fell off. Then I ran out of there. And that was exactly how I got my Animal Jam look. When I logged back on, I hacked the game and made sure that I could have exactly what I wanted my animal to look like; I programmed the colors and items of my inventory.

My look was something different.

It was the organs of my family members.