William Perez Jr., “PS5 Malfunction”

Artwork by William Perez Jr.

PS5 MALFUNCTION

William Perez Jr.

I was at home, playing Spider-Man: Miles Morales on my PS5, when all of a sudden my game glitched, and the PS5 started texting many people online that I was going to bomb the U.S. in 24 hours. It made an evil laugh and then shut off. I then started getting notifications through the PlayStation app that they were calling the cops. “Oh my God, what is happening,” I said. I started seeing and hearing a cop car outside with sirens rushing toward where I live. “How do they know my address!” I said. Then, three cops knock down my door, point a gun at my head, and say, “Where the bomb at?” “I didn’t plant a bomb nowhere.” “We know you did, so you are coming with us and going to jail.” “WHAT! You have no proof of me doing that.” They grab my arms, put them behind my back, and handcuff me. They put me inside the car and start driving to jail. “Sir, please listen to me. I didn’t put a bomb nowhere. It was my PlayStation!” I shout and then explain what happened. “Liar!” “I’m not lying. I honestly think my PS5 got hacked.” He sat quiet and continued driving. We reached the jail, and they put me in my cell. Little did they know, I could break out easily because I have powers, but I decided not to. I didn’t want to cause any other problems. “What even is your name?” the cop asked. “Young Will, but you can call me Will if you want.” “Aight, so Will, is there anyone that you know that knows you have a PS5?”

“Well, I have a friend named Taquavion that knows. He would always be talking about how I was lucky to get the PS5.” “Is there any suspicious activity that happens to your PS5 that happens when he’s away or something?” “When he’s at my house the PS5 works normally, but when he is away, it be glitching sometimes.” “Hmm, okay. I’ll tell you what. I’ma take you out of jail, handcuff you, and you’re coming with us, but I need to know where he lives first.” “Stanley Avenue.” He takes me out of my cell, handcuffs me, and walks me to the car. He opens the door, and I go in the car, and he says to the other cops, “Ya can sit at the front, and one of ya drive, I’ll be in the back with Will.” He then comes in the car and sits right next to me. While we were driving in the car, he asked me, “So how long have you been knowing this friend?” “Since kindergarten.” “Do you trust him?” “Yeah. He never did me wrong. He just started acting suspicious when I got the PS5.” He sat quiet and was silent for the rest of the ride. We finally reached Stanley Ave., got out the car, and there was Taquavion staring dead in my eye right outside his apartment building. “Hi, Young Will,” he said in a weird voice like something big was about a happen. “Hi . . . What you doing?” I said, not really sure what was happening. “I expected you to be here. Having fun playing on your PS5?” he said in a creepy and evil voice. “Wha—”

“I thought so.” All of a sudden armor just starts forming over his body, except for his face, like it’s something you’ll see in a movie. “Like the suit?” “What are you doing?!” “Doing what I should have done when you first got your PS5! You see this whole time I have been the one that been glitching your PS5 untill finally I hacked it and planted the bomb! It’s not right that you managed to get it while I got scammed multiple times!” “Taquavion, LISTEN! It doesn’t have to go this way.” He then flies slowly in the air. So I do too, with my custom made YW (Young Will) shirt made in blue. “Shoulda warned me earlier.” “Have it your way.” I shoot my laser-beam eyes and collide with his unibeam, which shoots from his chest, causing a massive impact. I then rush into him making him collide into buildings and fall onto him on the ground. I start punching his face with blood splattering everywhere from his face until he unibeams me again, sending me high up in the air. His armor then forms over his face, and he starts to rush toward me. We collide, and he backs up. I punch him. He dodges. He punches me. I dodge, and I punch him really hard on the side of his armor, sending him crashing into buildings, and causing his armor to break on the side. Me having blood on my hands after doing that punch, I fly super fast to him and kick him into outer space. I then fly real fast to get to him. “Let’s stop this fight. I don’t want to kill you! We are killing innocent people on this earth.” “So, WHAT?! They are just normal people. They don’t have this power like us. Look at you: laser eyes, flight, can’t die easily. Now look at me: I might not have all that, but I can’t die easily, just like you. I just want you dead and everyone else in America.”

“You won’t kill me.” “Well, let’s see about that.” I start dodging all of his shots and then shoot laser beams at his face, fly to him, and grab him. I shoot laser beams from my eyes aiming at his face for a few seconds straight until his mask starts to melt. “Wait,” he tries to say. I go back down to earth real quick so he can talk. “I’m sorry, spare me.” “Tell me where the bomb is.” “It’s in Manhattan inside the Empire State building.” He’s begging for me to spare his life. I let him go and start to fly to Manhattan, but then he betrays me and shoots me in my leg, which hurt a little. “Sorry for this.” I grab his body, throw him in the air, and laser-beam his face until the mask melts fully and the laser hits his face. He then falls down to the ground. I decide not to kill him but to put him near death instead. I fly to Manhattan super fast, go to the Empire State Building, and locate and defuse the bomb. With my body full of open wounds and blood, I decide to go home and rest.

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