Hacked

Warning: This story contains a bit of blood

'' This is the story of a hacker who was hacked.. ''

Chapter One
(This is the victims point of view)

I padded through Jamaa township, wearing my best items. It was eerily quiet, not even the usual music or the clicking of tabs was heard. The unusual silence was normal though, because I was inside the game. Inside Animal Jam, that is. My Founders' hat slid over my eyes for the hundredth time, but I didn't care. Even with my eyes covered, I could see where I was going. To me it looked as if I was just staring at a computer screen with nothing else to look at. This made things very strange for me, but I was used to it. I've been here for years, in fact. More years than I can count.

I am a coyote wearing a Founders' hat, a cream yellow worn blanket, black elf bracelets, brown beta elf tail armor and a black long. My fur is pitch black, a bit darker than the black in the color pad. Underneath my Founders' hat I have angry yellow eyes. I threw tons of pink headdresses, black longs and magenta furry hats on trade. I bet you have guessed already that I am a hacker. Well if you did, your are right. I'm no ordinary hacker though. I don't steal things from other Jammers. Because I am in the game, I can just create any item I want. And I don't just make rare items so I can be rare. I do it so that I can stop other hackers.

I ran over to an empty space is Jamaa Township, desperately trying to get attention. A few Jammers traded me. The first Jammer was a white otter, but that's not what I saw. I saw the face of a selfish young girl, a girl who wanted to be the rarest Jammer ever. A girl who would steal others rares if she had the chance. They traded a magenta furry hat for my black long. I declined.

The next Jammer was a non-member penguin. I saw a little boy, pleading he could gets his stolen rares back. A boy who was always left out, with tears in his eyes. He traded me a candy necklace for my headdress. I added a few other rares to the headdress and accepted. Once the trade was done, the little boy hopped in excitement and thanked me. I couldn't talk because I was in the game, so I sent him a Jam-A-Gram that said 'Your Welcome'. It always felt good to help others out. Just as I had sent the Jam-A-Gram, another trade popped up.

It was a white arctic wolf wearing all magenta glitched items. I saw a greedy teen who wore a sneer on his face. He was a teen who loved to hack and didn't care for those that were stolen from. He was a hacker. I smiled. He traded a necklace for my pink headdress. I accepted. I let him hack me. After the trade, everything went black. If I weren't stuck inside the game, the screen would have said I was logged out. A few minutes later the black faded and I found myself with peck at the very beginning of the game.

One more hacker gone.