This chapter is from Bensons POV
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Lights flashed illuminating the dark room, in sync with my accelerated heart beat. Tipsy strangers bumped up against me as I tried to maneuver through the tight crowd. Standing on my tip toes, I tried to look past all the odd tall people. Where are Mordecai and Rigby? Muscle man and high five ghost? Skips? I already regret coming to Death's party, and I've only been here for fifteen minutes.
Rubbing my head, I could already feel a headache forming. Shoving and pushing people aside, I somehow ended up by the snack bar. Well, at least I'm not in the crowd anymore. I grabbed a glass of water, praying this would help with my headache. I felt a smack on my back, and stiffened. Whipping around, relief flooded through me. It was Rigby, and his lips were moving but I had no idea what he was saying. "What!?" Competing with the music was impossible, there was no way Rigby would ever hear me. "What?"! I repeated. He shook his head frantically and rolled his eyes. Pulling me by my arm, he yanked me into an unknown direction.
The whole park crew sat around Death and some other immortals in a isolated corner. People who I didn't know made me uncomfortable, but I was pulled relentlessly over here so I couldn't leave now. Rigby took a seat right beside Mordecai, but left a space beside him which I assumed was for me so I took that opportunity to sit down. I was sucked down into the green couch cushion, I let my head fall back and sighed in comfort. "Isn't this couch the greatest?!" Rigby jumped up and down on the couch, making the whole couch bounce. I growled and forced myself to sit up with straight posture. "Dude! Cut that out your making the whole couch bounce." Mordecai punched Rigby who began to snicker at what Mordecai just said, gosh he's so immature. "So what's going on?" The music was a lot more faded over here, so I didn't have to shout for anyone to hear me. "Playing a game of truth or dare, that has an awesome twist to it!" Rigby pumped his fist in the air, almost punching Mordecai in the process. It wouldn't do any harm to Mordecai though. "A twist! Ha! Like what? When you refuse to answer a question or do a dare you get pie thrown in your face?" I mockingly laughed. "Nah, that's so fourth grade! Talk about lame!" Mordecai dragged out the last word and him and Rigby laughed. "There's magical things here to actually make sure that you're telling the truth." I watched Rigby's brown eyes get wider with every word he spoke. "They're called truth pills." Death interrupted. I rolled my eyes and held back a insult. I hated Death, but this was his party and he knew things he could hold against me so I had to be polite. "A truth pill?" Hah, yeah right there's no such thing. "Yep, it's a pill that you take when someone asks you a question. The person who takes the pill gets the truth gruesomely ripped out of there living souls so that there's no possible way that they are lying." Death continued. "Sounds painful." Rigby looked off to the side and rubbed his arm. "Oh it's very painful." Death grinned evilly. "Sounds delightful." I didn't hold back the sarcasm in my voice. "Yes it is. So who wants to go first?" Death smiled and looked around the circle. Everyone adverted eye contact with the crazed man, suddenly finding the carpet much more interesting to look at. "Alright, I'll choose someone to go." Death clapped his hands together and looked straight at me. I swear if he calls on me I'm leaving.
His eye contact quickly switched to Skips. "Skips! Truth or dare?" Skips face stayed unfazed, he was so brave. "Truth." He mumbled. My eyes widened along with everyone else's. "Alright then." Death picked a pill from the pile of pills in the center of the circle. He tossed one at Skips, who caught it easily. "Ok, how do you feel about, oh, I don't know..." He searched around the circle and stopped right when he saw me. He laughed a little and I could see a dark plot forming behind his brown eyes. "Benson. Any interests in love with Benson?" I felt my face began to heat up with embarrassment, "Hey one question at a time!" I snapped. Death shrugged, "Whatever." Skips, shockingly, took the pill. Oh now I get to find out what he really thinks about me! I guess I'll get to see if I really have a chance with him. Rubbing my sweaty hands on my grey jeans, my heart beat pounded harshly against my chest with every second that passed by. I was expecting a "oh he's a good boss" or "he's alright but just as a friend" but the answer he gave was awful. "Why would I want a relationship with Benson, he's gross! He's also lonely, cat obsessed, and the only reason why everyone is friends with him is because he is our boss. If he wasn't then he wouldn't stand a chance being friends with any of us." Heard that one before. "I'm not even friends with the guy. Sure I talk to him, but it's all out of pity. Honestly, he's one of the saddest mortals I've ever come across and I've come across many. Are you telling me that he likes me? Ha! I'd rather be forever alone then go on a date with him. If it were up to the human race for us to repopulate, I would never! I'd rather let everyone die then be with him!" He scoffed. The whole part remained silent, somehow during this the music stopped and everyone was staring between Skips and I. Eyes lit up with anticipation of what was going to happen next. No one spoke a word, the only noise was Skips harsh breathing. I sat there trying to process everything that was just said, sure I've heard things before but never anything like this. All I was telling myself to do was not to make a big deal out of this, I should have seen this coming. Nothing ever turned out well in my life, why would I think differently. Of course someone like him wouldn't like me. I'm sad and a pathetic excuse for a person. My vision began to fog up, I was never good at calming myself down.
Breaking glass interrupted my thoughts, and I began to shake frantically. Air wasn't reaching my lungs, and little white dots begin to form in front of my hazy vision. I tired to stand and scream, but all that came out were tears. My knees wobbled and I fell to the ground, left to helplessly gasp for air like a fish out of the water. Oxygen was becoming scarce, and with one last shaky exhale I gave in. The last thing I saw was Skips face in horror and Deaths signature evil grin plastered on his scrawny boney face.
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