Psyche is sitting in her flat once again, looking pretty interested in something on her TV screen. She’s got the curtain drawn and the room is dark, even though it is sunny outside. She has a controller in her hands, button mashing to making something do what she wanted on the screen. There are noises going on in the background of whatever she is doing, as if someone is fighting and some growling sounds. Without turning to look at the camera, she speaks.

“I’m playing Dead Island.”

That’s all she says. She continues to play. The sounds are now making sense. Her controlled character is fighting a zombie that is growling and making noises. She’s doing quite well as she is pretty much surrounded by them. 

“I’ve played this game through probably… three times now? Ithink?”

She pauses, her spine stiffening and going straight up as something new attacks her.

“Bloody hell!”

She button mashes for a little while, sounds indicating that she’s beaten whatever it was that attacked her. She leans back on the couch, now moving her fingers on the controller with a lot less force. 

“Don’t mind me, everyone. Just felt like I needed a bit of downtime. And what better way to do so than to kill some zombies?”

She smiled to herself, attention still on the screen. 

“So while I’m playing my game, I thought I’d cut a promo. What better time to do it? Plus multitasking is a strength of mine. So it works perfectly.”

Her character makes a few noises as if they are struggling with something. She mashes the buttons again, this time not as intensely. On the screen, she is moving her character up the side of a mountain, trying to get up to a safe house. There’s a zombie a few feet ahead. Her character makes a grunting sound and swings their weapon, smashing the zombie’s skull.

“Boom! Headshot!”

She smirks and looks to the camera quickly.

“Perfect hit.”

She looks back to the TV and continues making the character scale the small mountain. 

“So I’ll obviously be talking about Kat here. She’s once again begun to run her mouth about me. She’s trying to get to me. She’s all upset that I messed with her match and kissed her boyfriend as a joke. As if I would be interested in Drew… Sorry love… not my type. I’m into unstable men who enjoy breaking things. This is based off of my last two boyfriends.”

She put on a cheeky smile.

“You ask if it is wise to provoke you… to mess with someone who may just be a little insane. Really? After the shit I’ve already begun to pull, you’re going to ask ME that? What I’ve done so far isn’t even the tip of the iceberg here. I’ve got PLENTY more things up my sleeve that will show you that I’m not necessarily the most stable person. The names I got in school weren’t only just for making fun of me. But you’ll see all that in time. The good thing about my antics is that people actually enjoy them. With you, though, people just seem to see them as pathetic.”

She pauses.

“Bam! Look at that blood splatter!”

Obviously referring to the game.

“The fans don’t really like you, Kat. I’m sure you’re already aware of it. The difference between us is that I’m actually entertaining. And you’re just sad. You get angry over the smallest of things. And I let things go. Like that song from Frozen. You should learn to be like Elsa.”

She turns her head to the camera, winks, and then goes back to the game. She’s moved up now to having her elbows on her knees and button mashing hard again.

“You know, Kat...You’re pretty delusional to think that you’re going to beat me at Southern Uprising. You’re too uptight. And that’s going to be your downfall. I promise you that. Maybe after our match I’ll teach you how to do it right.”

She laughed to herself. She was back to leaning on the couch. Her character was quietly talking to another character in the background. 

“You think you’re going to destroy me? Sweetheart… have you even realized what I’ve been doing to you already? Why do you think you’ve got all this anger towards me? Why do you think that the only thing you talk about now is me? I’ve been slowly destroying you since the day I met you, love. Everything I do eats away at you. And you seem to be oblivious to it.”

She shrugs. 

“I robbed you of a match to show what you could do with your boyfriend. To prove you’re a good wrestler. Do you not realize that those are the kinds of matches that bore people? The matches that make people fall asleep or skip through because there’s no entertainment value. It’s a back and forth match of you trying to be better than your mentor.”

Another pause.

“Oh fuck you, zombie cunt.”

She get’s close once again, focusing on the TV. She destroys the zombie after a few seconds. 

“Bitch…”

She turns to look at the camera again for a second and then back to the TV.

“Nobody wants to see a girl fight the mentor she’s also fucking. It’s just a waste of time. That type of match is reserved for your own time or the bedroom. What happened after I came out there? Cheers. People loved it. I brought the entertainment back to the ring. And the fans ate it up.”

She smiled once again. 

“You think I got paid to do this by some people I don’t even know? Do you think you mean THAT MUCH to people that someone would pay me just to fuck with you? Nope. Once I saw how fun this whole thing would be, I decided to just do it myself. Save for the pitiful back and forth you seem to want to do constantly. That’s what’s boring. The useless words that spill out of your mouth, woman. None of it is worth anything to me. None of it will help you win. Myself, though? I’ll win because I’m better than you. I’ll win because I know what makes you tick and I think I know that anything I do will get under your skin. I’ll throw you off guard again and I will once again be part of the cause of your downfall. And just an FYI… I’m going to really enjoy it.”

Another smirk played across her face. 

“One last thing… you and Erron keep telling yourselves that you aren’t friend-zoning the shite out of him. A man that comes in here like a force… that is almost put into his place by a woman like you? That’s not wrong to either of you? You sometimes make him look like a pathetic little child. Your ‘friend’ is getting the wrong end of the stick. Someone like him should be putting YOU in your place. But that’s just me. Maybe he likes his spot underneath you without actually physically being underneath you. But you, Kat…Your pedestal you’ve made for yourself will come crashing down. And I’ll be there, watching you tumble down.”

She turned her head to smile at the camera. Once again, she went back to the game, button mashing once more to kill one of the last few zombies. This one was a huge one, much stronger than the normal ones. She used her best strategies to kill the thing. She let go of the controller with one of her hands and made a gun shape with her hand, pointing it to the TV. 

“Bang. They all fell down.”

Only her eyes moved towards the camera. She was smirking yet again, taunting the camera and beyond that, Kat. She points her hand now at the camera and pretends to shoot it.

“And you… will fall down…”