I really apologize for the lack of description in this. I'm just a little uncomfortable because I've never written something like this before…until the force called 39addict101 came to push me. XD (Don't worry, I mean that good-naturedly.)
Amy – sisterus Dorkus
Dan – masterprankologist039
Ian – Ian Kabra
Natalie – Her Beautiful Highness
Sinead – E = mc^2
Ted – Trinitrotoluene Ekat Detonator
Ned – Nikola Tesla II
Jonah – william Shakespeare
Hamilton – beefyhamburger
Reagan – AyeKickYouHard
Madison – IPunchUHard
Jake – Resident of Atlantis
Atticus – Aristarchus of Samos
Amy fluttered her eyes open. Huh…so she'd been asleep? And when she stood up, she noticed that her surroundings were…
Nothing. Just a plain, stark white.
Where…?
Once this first word registered in her brain, though, suddenly, she heard a beep from the back of her mind.
Amy Cahill is online.
…huh?
And then the voices flooded in her head.
AyeKickYouHard: Amy!
IPunchUHard: AMY!
beefyhamburger: Ames!
Nikola Tesla II: Amy?
william Shakespeare: Yo! She's alive!
masterprankologist039: she is?! FINALLY!
masterprankologist039 changed Amy Cahill's username into sisterus Dorkus.
masterprankologist039 locked sisterus Dorkus' username with a password so that no one other than him will ever be able to change it back. MUAHAHA!
sisterus Dorkus cannot believe that she was hearing all these things inside her head.
sisterus Dorkus is going to hyperventilate.
sisterus Dorkus is panicking.
Ian Kabra: Love, are you alright?
sisterus Dorkus: No! Why can I hear all your voices inside my head? And what are these usernames that keep popping up in my head? Who is william Shakespeare?
Nikola Tesla II: That's what's freaking her out?
william Shakespeare: Yo
sisterus Dorkus: What? Jonah?
E = mc^2: Ames, calm down. We're in a virtual reality.
sisterus Dorkus thought for a while. The only person who'd ever use Einstein's famous formula on the theory of relativity for a username would be…
sisterus Dorkus: Sinead?! A virtual reality? Can someone explain to me what's going on?
beefyhamburger: We're going to PLAY!
IPunchUHard: That's right!
AyeKickYouHard: And we Tomases are going to kick all you guys' BUTTES!1
AyeKickYouHard: *butts
sisterus Dorkus: Play? I thought I told you all that no playing is allowed! And why is my username sisterus Dorkus? I don't know why I even care, but it annoys me. Dan, change it back!
masterprankologist039: No can do, sisterus Dorkus. *insert grinning emoji* you are trapped in the classification of a rare species called a Sisterus and a genus called dorkus…
Nikola Tesla II: YEAH! AND WE'RE TRAPPED IN HERE FOREVER!
Trinitrotoluene Ekat Detonator: In a virtual reality where we're NEVER GOING TO GET OUT!
Her Beautiful Highness: And it's all that Starling girl's fault! Argh! I'm going to STRANGLE you once I get my hands on you! (But don't worry, Sinead, my fingers are tendered to personally by me and my mother's manicurists in France, so at least your death's certificate's going to read: asphyxiated by a fashionista. You lucky girl, you.)
E = mc^2: What the hell, Natalie? Are you insulting me?
Her Beautiful Highness: Oh, Sinead, my dear, have I done a heinous crime?! Why, are you going to report me to Scotland Yard now?
sisterus Dorkus: Wait, guys, let's not fight—
E = mc^2: Well, why don't YOU try creating a virtual reality, huh, Prada girl? Let's see how you'll even manage to build a microchip with those Lee Press Ons of yours!
Her Beautiful Highness: Why, you DARE insult my nails when all YOU have in your wardrobe are those pathetic excuses of clothes you call jeans! How absolutely horrid.
Trinitrotoluene Ekat Detonator agrees with Her Beautiful Highness.
Trinitrotoluene Ekat Detonator: Hey, Sinead, you're one to talk! At least we don't build microchips that aren't CORRUPTED.
sisterus Dorkus: Everyone, calm down—
william Shakespeare: Yeah! I still have a photoshoot coming on and I'm running late! Get me out of here!
william Shakespeare: Who the hell is that trinitrolluene guy?
Trinitrotoluene Ekat Detonator: T.E.D., to spell it out for the idiots.
Aristarchus of Samos: Well this place is cool, but I'm really spooked out now.
Resident of Atlantis: I can hear all your voices in my head…
Beefyhamburger: Yeah ikr? This is so freakin cool
Beefyhamburger: And I can speak to you, like, TELEKINESIS
E = mc^2: *facepalm*
E = mc^2: It's telepathy, you giant idiot.
Beefyhamburger: Whaa? Did I do something to you now sinead?!
sisterus Dorkus: Please, let us just try and get things together—
IPunchUHard: Amy's awake now, right? That means everyone's alive! What do we have to do?
AyeKickYouHard: COME ON LET'S PLAAAY!
sisterus Dorkus sighs exasperatedly and decides to try one more time.
sisterus Dorkus: EVERYONE, PLEASE—
Ian Kabra decides to take the reins of leadership from sisterus Dorkus like the gentleman he is.
Ian Kabra: Everyone, please, for the love of Gideon and Olivia, shut up.
sisterus Dorkus did not like Ian Kabra questioning her leadership.
Nikola Tesla II: Yeah, why don't YOU shut up, you Cobra? Ever tried getting stuck in a virtual reality and you have no other choice but to FREAK. OUT?
A clamour of agreements burst out from everyone else that was just so typical of the Cahill cousins fighting like there was no tomorrow.
"Sinead, take us BACK!"
"I don't know how! The microchip is corrupted!"
"Argh! We're going to die!"
"That's what you get for not properly debugging the code!"
"Ned and Ted, you're SUPPOSED to be siding me, right?"
"WRONG!"
"my photoshoot! My concert!"
"YES! MY BEAUTY SLEEP! MY NAILS!"
"AND MY INTERVIEWS! I have to get outta here! The razzi's gonna go nuts!"
"Natalie's going to go nuts."
"Shut up, Daniel."
"What the—you're shutting ME up?!"
And the chaos continued.
sisterus Dorkus is growing annoyed.
sisterus Dorkus is now officially annoyed.
sisterus Dorkus: EVERYONE SHUT UP!
The said chaos died down.
sisterus Dorkus sighs in relief. Finally. Silence in her head.
sisterus Dorkus: Alright, first things first. Let's have a roll call and see if everyone's fine. Amy Cahill here. Say your name to let me know who you are.
The Cahills begin their roll call.
masterprankologist039: I'm your awesome ninja bro
Ian Kabra: .
Her Beautiful Highness: The Queen of England, Natalie Hollingsworth Kabra
E = mc^2: Sinead
Trinitrotoluene Ekat Detonator: Ted
Nikola Tesla II: Ned (Because Tesla is better than Einstein. I don't understand why the world venerates Einstein too much. Ugh.)
Nikola Tesla II is in agony.
Trinitrotoluene Ekat Detonator: Uh, excuse my embarrassing brother, he likes underappreciated scientists.
beefyhamburger: Ham ;)
beefyhamburger: Er…define 'venerates'
william Shakespeare: Yo
AyeKickYouHard: Reagan (the younger twin)
IPunchUHard: Madison (the awesome twin)
Aristarchus of Samos: Atticus
Resident of Atlantis: Jake
Resident of Atlantis: That's everyone, Ames. :)
sisterus Dorkus sighs in relief.
And then sisterus Dorkus notices something.
sisterus Dorkus: Anyway, Jake? Resident of Atlantis? That's a…erm…a r-r-really cute username.
sisterus Dorkus and Resident of Atlantis are in a relationship.
sisterus Dorkus hearts Resident of Atlantis.
Resident of Atlantis blushes.
Resident of Atlantis: y…you really think so?
Ian Kabra suddenly breaks sisterus Dorkus and Resident of Atlantis' relationship.
Ian Kabra: Please, not in front of the children.
AyeKickYouHard: huh?
IPunchUHard: what's happening?
sisterus Dorkus: Nothing, Reagan, Madison, really.
sisterus Dorkus: Ian, please don't go around breaking people's relationships. It's really annoying.
Ian Kabra: Well, at least I'm not as inelegant as that cheap Rosenbloom you're dating. At least now I know why you never wanted me. Honestly, love, such shoddy taste.
Resident of Atlantis decided that he should probably feel offended by that.
Resident of Atlantis: Shoddy?!
Resident of Atlantis: Ian, I haven't done anything to you, so lay off of me!
sisterus Dorkus: Jake's right, Ian, please. Stop being such an immature little jerk.
Ian Kabra feigns shock and disbelief. A jerk?
Aristarchus of Samos: *shocked emoji* Whoa…
Ian Kabra: Amy, love, I…I never thought you'd…
sisterus Dorkus: Oh, you better think I have, Ian.
sisterus Dorkus is feeling quite confident today.
Ian Kabra is heartbroken.
william Shakespeare:whoa
william Shakespeare:never thought ames could even have such sass
Ian Kabra: Quite right, dear Jonah.
Ian Kabra: 'An immature little jerk'?
Ian Kabra: That burned, love.
Ian Kabra: Just like your parents.
william Shakespeare: !
william Shakespeare: O.O
william Shakespeare: aaaaand the Cobra lashes back an INTENSE counter-attack
AyeKickYouHard: QUICK! someone call the fire truck!
IPunchUHard: He just hurled her a massive FIREBALL!
E = mc^2: Whoa. Ian…?
Trinitrotoluene Ekat Detonator: Burned past the laws of thermodynamics, indeed.
Beefyhamburger: Never thought he had the guts…
Her Beautiful Highness is feeling overjoyed for her brother.
Her Beautiful Highness: Oh, sweet Luke Cahill! Ian, you finally did it! You actually insulted Amy! YES! You've moved on!
Ian Kabra rolls his eyes.
masterprankologist039, however, is apparently NOT happy about Ian Kabra insulting his sisterus Dorkus. Only he had the right to do that.
masterprankologist039: YOU'VE MADE AN ENEMY,, COBRA
Ian Kabra: Ah. How I cower in fear from your threatening…threat.
masterprankologist039 did NOT like being taken as a joke.
masterprankologist039: I'M GOING TO KILL YOU
masterprankologist039: JUST YOU WAITER
masterprankologist039: *wait
masterprankologist039: argh stupid spellchecker
Ian Kabra: Everyone, this is not really the time. Let's try dealing with the matter at hand, shall we?
sisterus Dorkus wondered if Ian would ever get over with the fact that she was in love Jake.
sisterus Dorkus clears her throat and decides to follow Ian's lead.
sisterus Dorkus: So. We're stuck in a virtual reality?
Trinitrotoluene Ekat Detonator vehemently disagrees.
Trinitrotoluene Ekat Detonator: Well, that's a really immature name to put it, but yeah. We'd want to get out, but—
Nikola Tesla II: -BUT we couldn't, because Sinead's corrupted microchip wouldn't let us take our bandannas off of our heads.
That was the only time that sisterus Dorkus noticed the white bandanna tied onto her head.
E = mc^2: Amy, that bandanna is what keeps your body in the real world alive. Don't take it off, because if you will, you'll die.
sisterus Dorkus thought that that was probably going overboard.
sisterus Dorkus: What? But why?! And what do you mean real world? Then where am I now?!
E = mc^2: Everything here including us is nothing but code.
masterprankologist039:That's really awesome, right? Like, THIS IS A GAME OF LIFE AND DEATH LIKE OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG THIS IS SO LIKE THE AWESOMEST MMORPG EVER
Aristarchus of Samos: This place kinda makes me feel like I'm a Maze Runner or something…
beefyhamburger does not understand who Aristarchus of Samos is.
beefyhamburger: huh? Who the heck…?
Aristarchus of Samos: Oh, oh, oh! Didn't you know? Aristarchus is probably the first person EVER to assume the possibility of heliocentrism, centuries back before Nicolaus Copernicus was able to prove that the Earth actually circled the sun! Isn't that amazing?!
Beefyhamburger is dumfounded.
Beefyhamburger: Er…define heliocentrism.
Aristarchus of Samos: Well, heliocentrism is—
william Shakespeare: yadda yadda yadda WE DON'T NEED A HISTORY LESSON, MATE
masterprankologist039 is shocked.
masterprankologist039: MATE?! ATTICUS?! JONAH WIZARD?! You… you MATED?!
masterprankologist039 is having an asthma attack.
william Shakespeare: o_o
william Shakespeare: —_—
william Shakespeare: O_O
Aristarchus of Samos: What?! NO!
Her Beautiful Highness:Daniel! That's just…that's just…ugh
Her Beautiful Highness is discombobulated.
masterprankologist039 does not understand Her Beautiful Highness' feelings.
AyeKickYouHard: LULZ XD
sisterus Dorkus is already getting tired of all this anarchy.
sisterus Dorkus: aurgh, STOP IT, no side comments! Sinead, you say we will die?!
Resident of Atlantis: Calm down, Ames, just as long as you don't take that bandanna off of your head.
sisterus Dorkus: Then how are we going to get out of this place?
E = mc^2: I'll let Uncle Fiske explain everything.
E = mc^2 initiates the program via voice command.
E = mc^2: Uncle Fiske? Yes, yes, this is Sinead. Everyone's awake now.
The Cahills are open-mouthed. "Uncle Fiske?!"
"Hello, my dear nieces and nephews."
sisterus Dorkus: What? So Uncle Fiske is stuck in this world too?
E = mc^2: No, he's in the outside world. I'm contacting him so that the kids would not panic with an adult around.
"Uncle Fiske!"
"Where did you put us?!"
"Take us back!"
"Why am I stuck with this devil woman?"
"Who are you calling a devil woman?!"
"YOU, you ugly…little…gnat!"
"Shut up, you pinheaded idiot!"
"Moron!"
"Dweeb!"
"Dan!"
"Natalie!"
"WHAT?!"
Everyone groans.
Beefyhamburger: Phew. My ears hurt from all that shouting.
E = mc^2: Technically, Hamilton Dolt, you can't even hear them, it's all in your head.
Trinitrotoluene Ekat Detonator and Nikola Tesla II burst out laughing.
Beefyhamburger feels embarrassed from being picked on by the Starlings.
william Shakespeare: Don't mind them, Hammy. The Starbucks triplets are just a bit grumpy.
E = mc^2's interest is piqued.
E = mc^2: Did you say something, Wizard?
william Shakespeare: What? Is that an E-kat I hear? Oh, sorry, dudette, but I can't hear yer meowing over the loud colour of your cheap pants.
Her Beautiful Highness guffaws.
Her Beautiful Highness: At last, someone who I can agree with!
E = mc^2: Oh yeah? Or maybe it's because of the loud stupidity of your cheap songs.
william Shakespeare: O.O
Trinitrotoluene Ekat Detonator and Nikola Tesla II burst out laughing again.
william Shakespeare: insulting my songs? That's a low blow, yo
E = mc^2: Aw, did I step on the Wiz' itty-bitty feewings?
sisterus Dorkus: *facepalm
sisterus Dorkus: Here we go…
william Shakespeare: …
william Shakespeare: All hail Queen Starbucks for having the wit of a Facebook comment.
E = mc^2: You know, why don't you try putting on that crown. Oh, you can't, because your head's too large.
Beefyhamburger sends william Shakespeare an I Know That Feel, Bro meme.
Ian Kabra just couldn't figure out how on Earth topics managed to drift into this.
Ian Kabra: Well, children, if you're nearly done playing, I believe our dear Uncle Fiske would like to give us his explanation.
But the chaos didn't stop. The Cahills continued on arguing.
And arguing.
And arguing.
sisterus Dorkus: STOP!
And they stopped arguing.
sisterus Dorkus sighs once the silence, which she knew would only be temporary, settled.
sisterus Dorkus: Okay, Uncle Fiske. Explain.
—o—
From the world outside the microchip, Uncle Fiske flinched. He was seated in front of his computer, and he could see from all thirteen separate windows the frightened, confused, and befuddled faces of his poor nieces and nephews.
But most of all, the stress in the voice of Amy Cahill.
The poor girl had thought of nothing except bringing order to the chaos known as Cahills. Fiske thought that it was a responsibility that took its toll on her innocence, her childhood, her teenage. That was why he thought that she and the other Cahills should go play in a virtual reality where playing was perfectly safe. But by doing so, he had instead brought them into danger.
Sinead Starling had accidentally created a corrupted microchip for the virtual reality game which she and her brothers had worked on for a full two days. When it was finally done, Fiske had insisted that everybody should try it on immediately. At the time, they didn't know that the microchip had any defect. So Fiske had assembled the Cahills all in the living room, and, once gathered, nodded his head at the Starlings to initiate the signal.
And so Sinead, Ted, and Ned came out of their hiding and shot everybody with the dart guns they stole from the Kabras. However, this time, it did not contain any poison—instead, it contained a sedative that was mixed with nanotech. The sedative immediately knocked the Cahills down two seconds prior the shooting, and in no time everyone in the living room was sound asleep. Amy had put up a bit of a fight, but eventually even the Last Man Standing would have to go down. And then, smiling over at themselves, the Starlings shot each other and they fell asleep onto the floor.
The nano robots in the sedative would automatically travel through the bloodstream and towards their victim's brain, where they would attach themselves and connect the person to the main computer—thus bringing the person alive into a virtual reality, where their flesh, words, and thoughts had completely disintegrated into code.
Before Amy came to her consciousness, the rest of the Cahills were already arguing against each other, demanding to be released from this technological prison. Sinead had proudly said that they could wake up into reality with a simple voice command—"Let me out." After all, she was the one who programmed this world.
A cascade of "Let me out!"s had poured from the Cahills' mouths once Sinead had said that. But when all of them still remained inside the virtual reality with nothing happening, that's when the Starling boys noticed that something must be wrong.
That Sinead must have overlooked that the microchip is actually corrupted.
"So we're NEVER going to get out of here?!" shrieked the Cahills all at once, nearly exploding each other's heads with the intensity of their thoughts.
Sinead then privately contacted Uncle Fiske from the outside world. She told him that they were stuck in this virtual reality world and they would probably remain in here…forever.
But, she said, there was one thing they could do to get out.
They would have to play through the game they had designed, and come out of it alive. Because once you're dead in this game, you're dead in the real world. This is a game that they should take seriously, because their life is on the line.
Uncle Fiske merely groaned when he heard that phrase again. Lives on the line?
All he wanted to do was that the children could play safely, for Gideon's sake.
His niece Amy Cahill would surely be angry at him for instigating such a stupidity, putting them all in a virtual reality game where they're lives would be all in danger.
—o—
sisterus Dorkus groaned when she heard the explanation.
sisterus Dorkus: Okay…so we're just going to have to play this game, right? And if we come out of it alive, we'll be able to wake up in the real world, right?
"Yes," she heard Uncle Fiske say in her mind. Everybody must have heard it too, because the silence in her head indicated that the fact they were going to have to risk their lives for some stupid little game was just starting to sink in.
And it was sinking in hard.
Except for masterprankologist039.
masterprankologist039: AWESOME! So we're going to play this game—SERIOUSLY! YES! FINALLY WE ALL GET TO DO THIS THING!
Everyone groaned.
"My concert…" whined Jonah.
E = mc^2: Oh, suck it up, Wizard. We have more problems to deal with.
sisterus Dorkus: Okay, so first off, we need to get out of here alive by playing this game and winning it through the end. That should be easy, right? I mean, Sinead, Ned, Ted, you designed an easy game, right?
There was silence.
sisterus Dorkus was worried by the silence.
sisterus Dorkus: Um…hello? Sinead? Ned, Ted? You heard me, right? The game you programmed was easy, right?
Ned was becoming quite uncomfortable.
Nikola Tesla II: Er…Uncle Fiske said we should make it fun.
sisterus Dorkus: Fun and easy, right?
Ted was becoming quite uncomfortable, too.
Trinitrotoluene Ekat Detonator: Er…the game we designed was actually just truth or dare, so….
sisterus Dorkus: Ah, so it's only truth or dare? Phew, that's a relief then. Let's get this game started. I want to get out of this place already.
masterprankologist039 groaned exasperatedly and decided to just blurt out the fact that everyone was trying so desperately to hide from Amy Cahill.
masterprankologist039: No way, sisterus DORKUS, what's the fun with an easy game? The Starlings MODIFIED Truth or Dare with the danger levels reaching over AWESOMENESS! Amy, dear sis, get ready to run for your life.
Okay. Amy decided that she should be scared right now.
E = mc^2: Well, Uncle Fiske. Push the button now.
From the world outside the microchip, Fiske obeyed.
—o—
Amy's empty white world suddenly disintegrated and she watched with wide-eyes as tangible things began to take form from this empty virtual reality world.
And when it was done, she realized that she was stuck in a Maze. A place where there are high rising blocks of metals that crossed one another and created a world similar to that of James Dashner's The Maze Runner—the Starlings must have thought it cool to adopt his world. Under Amy's feet was gravelly soil, and overhead was the blue sky—but all around her, there were only walls.
Walls, walls, and more walls.
She suddenly heard Dan's voice beep inside her head.
masterprankologist039: OMG this is so cool! So, how do we play this thing?
I know, this is terrible, but I'm meeting a deadline to finish this today, so…
Gotta go to work!
