He purchased the Game Boy at a garage sale, one that the old grey haired women was having down the street. He found it, buried beneath a stack of cassettes and VCR parts, completely forgotten. It didn't work, it probably just needed batteries he thought to himself. As the boy walked home he carried it in his hands, treasuring his find which he had stolen from the old lady for only a dollar. It felt strangely heavy. When he got home, he sat in his chair feeling the old buttons and thumbing the switch. Suddenly, it seemed to turn on of its own will. The red light began to glow, and text slow began typing on the screen, yet there was no cartridge in the game or batteries in the back. The boy tried to throw the machine down, but he couldn't. The device had already fused to his hands. By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late. The device that had waited so patiently, so quietly, for so many years. It had finally found its first victim...
Buuhhwaaaaaaaa!!!!!
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