The sad, scary thing about not being a minimum holder is that everyone around Art holds an ability that makes them stronger than the average person. For him he has to live constantly trying to keep up. Their daily struggles nothing compared to what he has to endure not to get kicked out. Yet he can't unlock his power. He lives in constant fear knowing he is only slightly stronger than the average human, and it isn't the average human that will attack him. Because he knows he is weak, and no matter how hard he tries will always not have the strength to win, he lives in constant fear.

Few know how scared he really is. They just know he has small, silly fears, not that he just has times he's more afraid then other times. In fact he isn't quite sure anyone knows besides himself. They all think he is one of the strongest people they'll ever meet because his will power is exceptional. They don't think about how his physical capability in his daily life completely endangers him. He has taken down minimum holders, but only when their power wasn't something overwhelming like Nice's.

One of the only nights that ever reassured him was the day Birthday caught on to his fear of the dark, and ghost stories. He would never admit it to anyone, but somehow that punk had noticed he never walked around in the dark and would often get jumpy after scary stories. In a big attempt to embarrass him he did the oldest trick in the book, he jumped out from behind a corner in the dark after Art was perfectly spooked by another one of Ratio's blood curdling stories. The result was Art getting the wits scared out of him, beating up and flipping Birthday then putting him in a choke hold only to realize he wasn't in danger. Though, not before Birthday got shocked into electrocuting him in the nicest of ways. The next day Birthday had a black eye, bruises on his neck, arms and back, while Art had been knocked out. From then on everyone realized Art, despite his sweet docile nature, wasn't one to try to spook, or else they'd end up body chucked somewhere and in the infirmary.

Art stared at the note Nice had just pulled from the dare bucket. He knew this couldn't end well, because even if he was sixteen he was still terrified of ghost stories and the dark. "Walk around Madame May's haunted mansion for half an hour without screaming or running out." He read the note out loud. He looked at Birthday knowing he was the only one dumb enough to put such a request into the box when he was playing. "It's Birthday's dare." He said as the rule goes 'one must correctly guess the person who wrote the dare or they must also take on a truth' states.

Birthday grinned. "Right you are! Though I was sort of hopping Ratio would get it considering how terrifying you are when you're scared." Birthday rubbed his throat as if remembering the time he used his minimum power on Art few years prior to now to keep him from killing him.

"You really are dumb." Ratio said, bonking Birthday on the head in a gentle yet brutal manor. "Let's all walk there together, and then let you complete this ridiculous dare."

Art almost sighed knowing how terrible this was going to be. If he ended up crying his eyes out in the mansion he hoped they'd at least dry before the thirty minutes was up. If he didn't complete the dare there was the pegging rule, which was extremely painful when done by super strong adolescence still learning how to control their own strength. Despite how gentle Nice tried to be, he had sent most of them flying with his "light" punches, and Ratio was no exception either. Though, he really just didn't want to be looked down upon for wimping out.

"Okay!" Birthday exclaimed hopping up to lead the group on their 3 minute journey to the supposedly haunted mansion. "I'm sure we all know the tale surrounding this, mysterious place, but let me tell it again to scare the shit of Art just a bit more." Ratio and Nice both proceeded to smack Birthday on the back of his head after he said this, making him hold his head in pain, but not give up.

"As the story goes." He said in his scary voice. "There once live a rich witch who went by the name Madam May. Her mansion in which she resides has always been covered in vines, and mysterious dark clouds hovering over only her place no matter the hour when. It has been forty years since the old lady has been seen, or heard of, but they say anyone who goes into the house, still never returns." He looked at Art as he said the last bit just to make him jumpy. "There has only ever been one owner of that house for the last two centuries, that being Madam May. During her time walking with the living she'd capture any child whose ball went over the fence, and eat them for dinner! Dice, dice, dice up the little vermin into my lovely stew. She'd say. Stir, stir, stir and heat them to a nice boil. Then she'd give a high-pitched cackle and eat the foolish child who went after their ball."

Birthday looked up from the petrified Art to realize they had reached their destination. "Oh looks like we're here. Bye, bye Art and beware of the shrieking cackle." Birthday said the last part in a scary tone, pushing Art towards the gate. He was once again hit by Ratio and Nice, and Art went into past the tall, metal gates completely overgrown in ivy looming over them.

"You really are a dumbass." Ratio said hitting Birthday once again. "You know he's going to come out of there terrified and end up beating you up later on accident. You should have taken our hits as a warning for the beating you'll get later when you once again decide to spook him."
"Hey, he could have not taken on the dare. It's not completely my fault, and besides it was Nice who handed him the note." Birthday said, upset Ratio was blaming Art's decision to go into a place that was sure to send him into a murderous panic. "Besides I promise not to startle him later tonight. I think he did more damage to me last time then my volts did to him!"

"I'm going to follow after him." Nice finally said a few minutes later. He had multiple reasons for wanting to follow, one of the biggest was feeling guilty for basically being the one who made him do this. They all knew Art wouldn't back down from any dare, already feeling sad about his lack of a minimum to be called a chicken.
When Birthday was about to argue about it being against the rules Ratio gave him a glare warning him not to start. "Fine by me, we'll wait here for you to come out." He took a seat by the fence, dragging Birthday by the collar of his shirt to sit next to him.

Author's Note: Okay so this will be done in two parts. I have proof read and like about this much so far and was waiting until I could post it as one to post. Instead I'm now, like right right now on a plane to leave the country, so I figure something is better than nothing. Other part, if I have wifi will be out soon, if no Wifi I'm so sorry. Pepperbalm, so many complications but still reeeeealy sorry.

Thank you for reading and understanding.