Episode 1: Chrysalis

Somewhere in the forest of Arcadia Bay

It was a dark and stormy night. A young girl suddenly finds herself in the midst of it alone in a dark forest, confused, trying to remember why she's there...

"What the- Where the hell am I?" she thought to herself, "Am I in a slenderman game? I thought we were doing a walking simulator, not survival horror. Oh no, this won't end well if he's around."

After getting spooked by a ghost deer, for some reason, she ends up in a lighthouse up hill. She goes to it hoping to get shelter from the storm, then when she sees the shores nearby, a huge ass tornado is making its way to arcadia bay! (Now that's how you start a game!)

"Now were in twister?!"

But before she tries to find Helen Hunt she got hit by a debris from the tornado and she diedied. The end.

"Wait that was it!" said jacksepticeye "That was EFFINGSHORTTHISGAMESUCKSSOISNDERTALEWHATTHE- oh wait that was just the prologue, nevermind..."

Blackwell Academy

"Shaun!" cried Max Caulfield as she suddenly woke up in the middle of her class, though luckily no one seemed to notice as her teacher Mark Jefferson is busy arguing with a fellow student. ("Wait who's shaun?")

"For the last time Warren, I don't look like Adam Jensen. Wait what are you even doing here you're not even part my class."

"Oh I'm just here thinking of a way on how get Max to bang m-I I mean uh, I thought this was spanish class?"

"Out!"

She sighed with relief as it was all just a dream. Everything seemed normal at class she thought: "Victoria being bitchy as usual, Kate being a pussy to Victoria as usual, me not listening to Mr. Jeffersons lectures and sleeping on it as usual. Yup, I have earned that Blackwell scholarship. Selfie time!"

She took her antique camera and took a picture of herself but this time Mr. Jefferson noticed, shushing the whole class who are also ignoring his lecture.

"Now everyone what Max did was what you millenials call a selfie. A dumb word for self-photography which was already an existing trend before dumb teenagers and their moms in this era made it unbearably annoying with your goddamn social media facebook posts! Yeah news for you special snowflakes, we don't give a shit! No wonder I became a serial killer- I mean so Max can you tell me who invented the process that gave birth to self-portrait?"

"Uh, daguerre?"

Suddenly bitch Victoria raised her hand to steal the question. "Louis Daguerre was a french painter who created 'daguerreotypes' a process that gave a sharp reflective style like a mirror, and max its not just 'daguerre durr.'" Yep, she a bitch max thought to herself.

Before her embarrassment gets any worse, and as if on cue, the bell rang just in time to save her sorry ass.

"Class dismissed, and guys don't forget the deadline to submit a photo in the Everyday Heroes contest, I'll fly out with the winner to San Fierro where you'll be feted by the art world. It's great exposure and it can easily get you a job with this profession. Also whoever you are blondy, I forgot your name but you're not leaving the class until you give me your photo entry same to you Ms. Caulfield."

As everyone starts to leave the classroom, Max ponders whether or not she should submit her photo entry now as she thinks it is literal crap.

As she goes to Mr. Jefferson who Victoria is kissing his ass (not literally), she noticed her classmate Kate Marsh moping at her desk.

"Sup Kate, mind if I see your photo entry?"

"Oh sure Max, here."

She sees her photo, goddamn its beautiful, straight up Da Vinci compared to her own lame photo. Self-Esteem went down lower than Luke's chances of barely having a love life."

So listen Max, there's something I want to talk to you about and y-"

"Not now nerd, gotta make mine better than yours." Max speeds away, before getting stopped by Mr. Jefferson.

"Now Max I know you think my lectures are boring and sleep-inducing, that this type of profession is easy for you to just point and shoot with your DSLR or whatever that antique camera is. But you do have a gift, you have the fever to take images, to frame the world only the way you envision it. Now, all you need is the courage to share your gift with the other losers. That's what separates the artist, from the amateur."

"K thnks by, gg" Max speeds away, again.

*sighs* "What a day, now to comfort myself to the women's room as I play cool country music."

She then walks among the halls as she essentially internally roasts everyone of her schoolmates, especially Luke.

After washing her face in the restrooms, Max tore her crappy photo a new one, throwing it away, feeling a little down until she saw a butterfly fluttering about towards the place behind the stalls with the mop and bucket and stuff.

She went to it in the back end of the stalls and took a picture of it.

"Yes this will definitely beat Kate's and Victoria's."

Suddenly a boy enters the room surprising Max as she hid behind the stalls, it was the jerk jock Nathan Prescott. Visibly angry, he starts waving a gun and ranting psychotically about no one being the boss of him, that he can get away with killing cause he rich and that his family owns the town Rothchild-style. Usual Nathan, so it was nothing out of the ordinary.

But then a mysterious blue haired punk girl enters.

"I hope you check the perimeter like my step furher used to say." She said as she checked the toilet stalls to see if anyone was there taking a number two. The thought made Nathan feel agitated. "Now lets talk bidness, give me hella cash."

"Seriously, did that just come out of your mouth. Where the hell do you think we are, California? You sounded like an adult trying a bit too hard to act like a teenager." cringed Nathan.

"Look, as much as I like to argue with the script, I need the money so are you gonna cough dough or do you want everyone to know that Nathan Prescott was a punk ass bitch-"

Chloe realized too late that she should've probably not said that as Nathan shot her in the stomach with a hidden gun, this somehow killed her instantly.

"No wait! Let me take a picture of it first!" screamed Max as everything blurs like instagram filter...

"Shaun!" screamed Max as she woke up in the middle of Mr. Jeffersons class...?

"Wait, what at the hell? Okay, what just happened? Seriously what just- how? Huh?! Shaun?!"

Max, confused in thought, tried to make sense of what just transpired. Was it all just a weird dream? It seemed like it. But then why did it felt... real... why did she felt like everything just suddenly rewinded, like reality did a reset, is she just trippin' or did she actually... went back in time...

"-get Max to bang m- I-I uh, I though this was spanish class?"

"Out!"

Or probably just a dream. Makes more sense than Luke's entire existence in the game.

To Be Continued