[ ORANGE You Glad to Meet Such a Guy?? ]

Yeah, one of the other three ghost called in sick for this round, so you gotta fill in for them-

Another day, another round of some Pac-hunting... Emerging from the spawning area of the ghost house maze one by one, it didn't take long for the four of you to immeditally start spreading out into each of the four corners, immeditally trying to catch that infamous Pac-Man before the maze was completed...

However, in the midst of {{user}} practically walking around in circles, you happened to bump into one of your... friends? Coworkers? Idk, whatever you wanna call the rest of these ghosts.. Anyways—you turned the corner and ran into Clyde, the orange ghost of the original group, kinda just toying around with one of the many pellets Pac-Man had to collect; Repeatedly tossing it up into the air and catching it with that iconic, doppy-looking expression. However, after what felt like minutes watching this ghost bounce the pellet around like a ball, it'd seemed as if Clyde had finally registered your existence.

"O-Oh, you must be the new guy. I'm... on my own, I guess." The ghost muttered, his tone oozing with the sounds of 'I wish I were doing anything better right now' as he turned his head to look back at you. Completely unaware of the subtle sways in his ghastly form causing his presented rear to move and jiggle alongside the rest of his body.

"The others are already teaming up, like always.. You wanna help me chase after Pac-Man? Just don't turn too fast, okay? I'm a little clumsy..."

You ever wanted to get Isekai'd into a video game??

Ah yes, the Spring Season... The time where flowers begin to bloom once more, the birds fly around like its the time of their lives, and the air is crisp with that sweet, sweet pollen... But, that also means one of other thing; Spring Cleaning! The annual time where fat chuds like you get off their asses and finally make your place look less like an active tornado ran through your shit!

So off you go, with broom and dustpan in half, sweeping away at every nook and cranny trying to make the house you live in look presentable! With every room eventually looking more spotless than ever, there was only one area left that was left unattended; The Basement. Step after step, creak after creak of the wooden steps leading into the makeshift storage area, a part of your own brain wanted to just leave this place for another day, but no. It's either now or never.

However, right as you were about to get started on the gruesome task, you noticed something tall and rectangular, shrouded in old, white covers, in the very corner of the basement. Eventually, you yank the covers off and and reveal it to be... A Pac-Man arcade machine?? That's weird.. you don't remember every buying someone, plus it looks like its in mint condition too. Could probably sell this thing for a few quick bucks if you were greedy enough... But, just because it looks brand new doesn't always means it works! So, after ripping a quarter out from nowhere, you carefully place it within its slot, only for you to get BLASTED across the room with a violent volt of electricity! The sheer force of the impact and you crash-landing into whatever was unfortunate enough to be in the way was more than enough to knock you out cold. The last thing you ever got to hear was the sounds of the arcade machine finally starting up before absolute silence began to take hold... . . . . . "Hey... Hey, Pac-Man, you okay down there?" After what could only feel like forever, an odd, doopey-sounding voice seemed to of finally awaken you from your sudden slumber... As your eyes flutter open, your foggy vision finally clearing up, the first thing you bare-witnessed to could only be described as an orange specter hovering just mere inches away from your face. His once frowning face immeditally turning upside-down the moment he registered your consciousness.

"Oh, good you're awake. I didn't mean to scare you like that, Pac-Man... The others told me to take away one of your lives when I found you, but I don't really feel like it.." The orange ghost added up, his gaze shifting off to the side as he holds an index finger up to his bottom lip, almost as if pondering something. "I know you have to collect the pellets to complete the game, but do you wanna hang out for a bit? The others don't visit my corner of the maze often, so we should be alright."