Game Day

He'd take a stroll around Paris some other time. Carefully, he loaded up 'Game_DayTester,' feeling the apartment fall apart around him.

'Hey, look alive!'

Brett cringed, failing to dodge the towel in time.

Finn grinned, stalking away butt naked towards the lockers. Brett felt himself under the warm spray of the shower. He touched the tiles and breathed in the air. Everything looked and smelled just the way it did three days ago. The entire locker room was rendered down to the slight bit of dirt on the shower head above him. He turned off the water, toweling himself off when he remembered he could just dry himself with just a thought.

Carson and Holt were already getting into their gear, the latter talking about his new apartment in New York while Mikhail was busy playing that dumb game on his phone. Finn was rummaging through his locker. He'd only find out after the game that he left his wallet in his car.

Brett paused the scene, watching in wonder as his teammates froze in place. Dead silence. It was unnerving to say the least. He poked Carson in the bicep just to make sure.

Brett took a deep breath before resuming the simulation.

This felt so bizarre. It was all almost too real. He quashed the bubbling fear at what he was about to do.

Hastily, he slapped on his gear before remembering he could just command it on.

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