Sub Triggering Koraidon (Preview)

This… I can't deal with this. He was at his limit. The game had finished loading him into Mesagoza and once he arrived, it felt like the game was moving in single digit frames. Even hopping on his Koraidon to move wasn't making this faster.

I'm done. Peter saved his game and closed out of it. I'm getting a refund. This sucks.

He tossed his controller to the side and got up, moving over to his console in its stand. He opened up the game compartment and pressed down on it. The cartridge popped up.

Then, when he pulled his finger away briefly, there was a zap. He stepped back wincing as pain ran through his fingertip and into his arm before disappearing.

Da hell was that? Peter groaned, whisking his hand about, some numbness settling in. I don't need this crap either.

He took a look at his hand suspiciously, staring down at the finger that was shocked. There was… nothing. Nothing wrong. Nothing off-looking. The numbness was settling down into an annoying tingle, but that was it.

Peter looked at his hand for a little longer, almost expecting to see something. After a moment, he moved on, taking the game out and putting it back in its case. He gave his hand another shake, still feeling a little tingle in it.

Really hope that didn't damage the game anymore than it already-

There was a knock at his door. He smiled, his annoyance fading away. Finally, he's here!

He put the game case down and headed for his front door. Opening it, he found his buddy, JD, waiting for him there with a bag with takeout food in it. “Hey man!” his glasses-wearing friend said cheerfully, “Sorry about the wait. Line was long.”

“Totally fine!” Peter motioned for him to come in. “Just glad you came over. It's time for some revenge!”

“Oh?” JD chuckled as he stepped inside, giving Peter a bemused look, “Is that what's gonna happen in Mario Party today? Well, I look forward to your feeble attempt.”

Peter chuckled, closing the door and taking him over to the kitchen. The two stepped over into the kitchen table, JD placing the bag down on it. He took out two containers and popped them both open. One of them had fried chicken in it and the other had a large sub cut into two.

JD pushed the sub container towards Peter as he sat down. “I didn't know what you liked on your subs, so I just got a basic one.”

“That's fine. I always like these.” He sat down and pulled the container closer. He reached for his lunch.

And then he flinched. His hand cringed again. He gave it another look quickly. It still tingled, if faintly, but there was still nothing he could see. Everything looked fine.

“Something wrong?” JD asked as he pulled his food closer.

“Oh… it's nothing.” Peter whisked his hand again. “Just got shocked by some static electricity before you showed up. Shocked me pretty good. Hand is still tingly.”

“Gotcha.” JD smirked, taking his chicken and giving him an evil chuckle. “Looks like your revenge won't come easy today then.”

“In your dreams!” Peter laughed. He gave his hand one more good shake before going back to his sandwich. Time to forget about that weirdness and dig in!

He took the first half of the sandwich and… stared at it. He looked it over, the toasted buns and crispy ingredients sticking out the sides. His nose sniffed the air, taking in that delicious aroma. The guy couldn't help but just absorb it all in.

It was weird. He was sure it was just a plain old submarine sandwich that he got from that restaurant plenty of times before in the past. There shouldn't be anything out of the ordinary about it. Yet, it looked incredible, better than any sub he had ever seen in his life. It looked as if it was mana from heaven.

His stomach made a low gurgle. Staring at that sandwich made him very, very hungry.

Peter’s body tingled all over, a little bit of drool forming around his mouth. It looks so… so good. He licked his lips, wiping away that bit of drool. When he did though, a rather long, pinkish, reptilian-like tongue slipped out and back in in a flash.