Frank's voice echoed in the church, he laughed seeing the kind of look I gave him. "Are you scared or something?" he asked.
"No, of course not" I gulped and continued, "Just that, I don't think it's a good idea to shout in here. What will your driver and the other guy think if they hear you shouting outside the virtual reality?"
"You don't need to worry about that, they are already used to hearing me shouting while in virtual world. I can bet they are presently smiling and glancing at each other" he giggled.
"Hmm, alright then" I said and then suddenly, two skeletons moved a bit making me to almost take of the headset.
"What?" Frank asked but I ignored him. "What happened?" This time around, I decided to tell him what exactly happened.
"I saw those things moving, are they supposed to do that or it's a problem related to the software?" I uttered.
"Well, in normal circumstances they aren't supposed to move" he said as he came down the stage and walked over to me, "But if they do, that means we need to get out of here"
"What?" his words made my heart to start beating fast. And just as I turned about leaving, the skeleton woke up and stared at us. "Frank, they are up. We have to get out of here!" I screamed. I was supposed to take the headset off but I even forgot I was wearing something like that. I thought it was something real.
I went out of the church in the virtual reality and waited patiently for Frank to come out as well. When he came out, he laughed at me and told me the skeleton were harmless. It was a setting to frighten the players, fortunately he was already used to seeing them move.
"Oh, but you told me if they move then we need to get out of the church. Why did you say that?" I bespoke.
"Because I wanted to see how your reaction would be, young lady" he giggled.
"Fine, now where should we go to from here?" I gently walked over to him, "I hope you won't take us to the cemetery this time around?" My words made him to burst into an uncontrollable laughter.
"Like seriously?" he uttered.
"Yes, please!" I implored.
"Okay then," he said and then suddenly, changed the whole background into something else. I saw myself in a place that somehow looked like a train station with many steam trains. "Have you ever seen these before? I mean, the trains"
"In movies, yes. But not in reality or virtual reality" I said.
"Well, here we are. And I guess one day, I am taking you out to see one of these in the museum. The capital city has many, if not most of the steam locomotives operated by Steamy Sam and Co. in the early 90s" he explained, "I used to read a lot about steam engines, and I would love to ride on one of Steamy Sam and Co. old steam vehicles"
"Hmm, when you do that please don't forget there are people out there that love you. I mean, you shouldn't get yourself killed" I warned him.
"Who are you talking about? Are you among them?" he ridiculously said, I didn't expect him to ask such question knowing fully we were in a car in the real world with two guys listening to all our conversation.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," I muttered, "besides, I was only talking about your parents. Don't get yourself killed in those century old locomotives, while your parents ends up engulfed in the pain of losing you"
"I won't get myself killed, why would I even do that?" he said and suddenly his avatar disappeared. I didn't know what exactly happened but something told me he was out of the virtual reality world. I mean, probably took of his virtual reality headset.
Thus, I took mine off too and I saw him wearing a very sad face while looking down at the headset in his hands. Was he upset or something? I wondered, not even knowing what to say. Perhaps I should ask him, maybe my words hurts him. I thought to myself.
"Did... did my words hurt you?" I uttered in what seemed like a whisper, and seeing how silent he was I told him I was sorry.
"It's okay, it's just that something happened when I was child. My dad bought this vintage sport car and kept it in our outdoor garage. He just kept it there for fashion, he hardly drive it. And whenever he's driving it, he only drives it around the compound. He didn't like going out with it.
He so much loved the car, I figured that out through the love he showed for it. He would wash it himself and would often take pictures leaning on it, or relaxing inside the car. No servant was allowed to go near the car just like that, it was as if he bought the car with all his fortune.
Well, not really all his fortune but the car was very expensive. In later years, I did my research about it and found out my dad bought it at a very high price in an auction. The price he bought the car could buy one of our private or business jets in Santa Monica Airfield today.
You see, that means it was really expensive. One day, as a child that didn't know exactly what's right and what's wrong, I went to the car one day and surprisingly it wasn't locked. I stepped into the car and mistakenly pressed a red button. Guess what happened?" he wrinkled a brow at me and continued before I could even answer his question,
"The car's engine ignited into action and since it was the type that makes too much noise. You know all those vintage sport cars with their heavy, monstrous engines. That heard the sound and came out yelling at me. He asked if I wanted to kill myself or something, but that wasn't my intention. Why would I even do that? Why would I kill myself?" he muttered.
