Oliver was finally gonna beat this level! It'd been, like, what felt like forever but he was gonna do it. It was the spiritual successor to an older series called Dark Souls, so he figured it was gonna be hard but not THIS hard. It was only the 5th major boss but he was going to beat it this time.
"Please please please, come on dodge! No! Yes, yes yes." He mumbled under his breath.
Suddenly, his hopes were dashed in the blink of an eye as his screen went dark. His jaw dropped, and he turned his head to see his mother standing over his console with rage in her eyes.
"Oliver Henry Flynn." She growled. "Did you hear a word I said last night?" She asked.
Oliver blinked, realizing he had forgotten what she had asked him. His mother was dressed in a pair of tight jeans, a t-shirt and a cardigan. She was also clearly dressed for a soccer game, which always grossed out Oliver, not cause she was gross but because of what his friends said. They all called his mom a milf, referring to her chubby body with large breasts and a thiccc ass which made her look good for her age. Though, her face started to show as wrinkles were forming and her ponytail showed her hair was starting to gray.
"Of course you didn't." She sighed, rolling her eyes. "I have to take your little brother to his game right now, is I need you to help your father clean the attic before we get back for lunch."
"B-but Mom. Can I just finish this one boss first I promise it'll be really-" He begged before he was interrupted.
"No buts mister. Now, go help your father." She pointed, tapping her sneakers slightly.
Oliver turned off his console, upset that he'd have to start the fight all over again.
"Dang, this never would've happened if Jerry didn't like that dumb sport." He sighed in his mind. He didn't hate his 7 year old brother or anything, but man did he actually miss being the youngest.
His mother walked off to likely grab Jerry and Oliver continued down the hall. He only got so far before seeing that his older sister Rebecca was still in her room. She was sitting at her makeup desk, currently straitening her usually extremely curly hair. Oliver's eyes widened and he stepped into the doorway.
"Hey, what the heck Becca! Why don't you have to help me and Dad clean the attic?" He asked annoyed.
"Ugh, hi to you to dork." She scoffed. His 17 year old sister eyed him up, then gave him one of her signature bitchy smirks. "Sorry bro, but I've got a date tonight, and I have to look my best so no going in any dingy attics for me."
"What? I thought your date was tonight! It's still morning!" He replied.
"Geez, you don't know a thing about girls." She chuckled. She then stepped on his toe gently to get him to step back before closing the door in his face.
"Dumb bimbo." He scoffed to himself before walking off.
He got to the end of the hall and saw that the latter to the attic was already down. He didn't feel too bad about forgetting what he was supposed to do, but he did feel bad ditching his dad like that. His dad was the least annoying person in his family, and was probably the coolest too. He climbed up and saw his dad going through some boxes.
"Ah, there you are Ollie." His dad smiled. "You mind going through those boxes over on that side and telling me if you see anything important in there?" He asked.
"Sure" He shrugged. Oliver crawled over to the boxes and began to search through. He was going on autopilot, just trudging through the junk of mostly old office supplies and art stuff while he thought about his game. He started to think about which strategy was truly best to get him through it when something caught his eye.
Inside the box, under the supplies, was a VERY old looking camera. It wasn't too big, but pretty blocky, had faded colors all over it, and also seemed to have strange writing options that he couldn't quite make out.
What shocked him wasn't the camera itself, but what it made him recall. When he was a very little kid, he vaguely recalled having the weirdest nightmares. Back then they seemed so real, and they were always about odd stuff like people not looking right, forgetting important things, and also about a camera which looked JUST like this one.
"Huh, maybe I saw this as a kid or something?" He thought to himself. He flicked a switch or two back and forth, but nothing seemed to happen. Something in the back of his mind was telling him to try and take a picture, but why?
"Huh, would you look at this!" He heard his dad say. "It's an old dress of your mothers! Ha, I thought we lost this one... God Becca would've been a baby that night when Paula and I..." He muttered before realizing his son was in the room. "Uhh, Ollie! You mind taking this downstairs? Your mother might want to keep it, but if not maybe your sister will like it?" He asked.
"Um, sure Dad." He replied, half paying attention as he grabbed the red dress and folded it in his arm. His eyes were still fixed on the camera...