Ian blinked at the black object he'd found. "Jay-Jay! What are these?"

"I'm Jerome! And those are glasses. You should put them on your face," Jerome practically pleaded.

"Okay!" Ian grinned. "Where's my face?"

"Notch damn it, fish, why did you leave me alone with this idiot?" Jerome screamed, hoping that Husky would hear him and come to the rescue.

"Ooh, fish! I like fish! Especially fish cake!"

"No! Not fish cake!" he yelped.

"FISH CAKE!" Ian squealed, jumping up and down. Jerome stared at him, backing away slowly. Ian had been in full Derp mode for an entire day. It was too much for any human to take, let alone a Bacca, what with their incredibly sensitive ears. Derp Ian was loud. "Let's have some fish cake, Fluffy!"

What could he do? "You need to wear your glasses to eat fish cake, Ian. Everyone knows that."

"But I can't put them on my face. Jay-Jay, do I have a face?"

"Here. Hold still."

"I don't like holding still!" came the suddenly belligerent response.

"Ian, we're going to play a game. It's called 'Hold Still.'" If this worked, Jerome wouldn't let Ian ever live it down.

"Awesome! How do we play?"

"You hold still."

"Okay!"

Before Ian could react, Jerome had slammed the glasses over his eyes. Ian blinked rapidly, and then his eyes refocused.

"Jerome! Holy Notch, I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!"

One more day, Jerome reminded himself. One more day before Sky should come back and could take over the job as Official Babysitter of Ian.

Meanwhile…

Sky was snoring loudly in the corner of the cell. Jason was crouched in the opposite corner, hands clamped tightly over his ears. That snoring was horrible. Absolutely horrible. And so was the pain that was coming from the blisters all over his chest and stomach.

Jason took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He hurt so much, more than he'd let on in his conversation with Sky. He couldn't take much more, he knew. And they'd missed their chance to escape. So what was left for him here? Just more pain, more torture as he fought to resist Herobrine and his plan. There was no way out.

Well, there was one. He could always join Herobrine and let Ember stick a freaking dragon in his head and become a monster and a servant to the god of evil. But that was hardly even thinkable. But it would stop the pain. But…

Who was he kidding? It wasn't an option. He'd never join Herobrine.

Would he?

No, Jason told himself. No. Don't think about that. You'll never join him. You'll stay strong and find a way out of here. But he only half believed himself. He'd spent so long in this cramped little cell. Did it really matter anymore? He'd fought, put up a resistance. And it wouldn't work. He could just give up now, give in to whatever Herobrine demanded.

No, you can't give up! his mind screamed. But it would be so easy…

Across the room, Sky snored on, blissfully unaware of the turmoil that raged in Jason's mind.

Meanwhile...

Seto had forced himself to climb the steps back to his room after his talk with Ty. Achingly, he bent over to pick up the blood-covered shirt that lay on his floor. He had to make sure no one found it. He'd been so scared that Ty would notice something when he'd come in.

Every inch of him throbbed with pain as he crawled into his bed. Gingerly, he ran his hands along his side, pulling off his shirt so that it wouldn't rub against the wounds. Seto wrapped the sheets over his shoulders so that if Ember came in she wouldn't see the mess of burns that covered his body. It hurt so much, and he tried not to cry.

Seto wished he had his cat with him. He missed his cat so much. Had Thimble run off again? He hoped not, though he knew that his little black cat could take care of himself from experience. Many days he'd woken up to find a dead mouse or bird lying at the foot of his bed, and a contented feline purring on his head. He almost smiled at the memories.

Almost.

It'll be better soon, he told himself, burying his nose into a pillow. Soon you'll see. Everything is going to work out.

But the words in his head didn't really mean anything, and Seto simply lay there, shivering and sweating all at once, hoping against hope that no one would come to check on him.

And the words, meaning nothing, couldn't hold back the tears that had started to run silently down his face, teaching him the real meaning of salt in the wound as they connected with the burns and blisters that covered him.

#Ian'sBabysitter is all I can think of. Also, don't do it, Jason! Don't join Herobrine!

Aradyn: Do it, Jase! Join us!

Please excuse her. She's never had a boyfriend, or really even seen boys. Naturally, she's obsessed with Jason. And then, poor Seto! If only you guys knew...

I KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING!

Brain, what have I said about spoilers?

BUT THAT DOESN'T CHANGE THE-

A loud thump is heard, followed by a scream of pain.

Sorry guys, had to go smack my brain against the wall. No SOTC today because this is a Shtuff, not a chapter. BYE!