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So, I'm sorry I'm taking longer than usual to update. It's because I've been watching Jessi Slaughter videos a bunch of times in a row! Yeah, I dun goof'd. Also, every time a new day comes, I'll put it in to make keeping track of the date easier. So enjoy Chapter 10! :D
Chapter 10
Kathy's Boy Troubles
Angie trudged up the Inn's stairs to get a good night of rest. She felt extremely guilty for killing an innocent elf. Though, it was kind of ugly and uriny. She felt guilty for terrifying the islanders, except for Irene. She mostly felt guilty for starting this game.
She sighed and shook the negative thoughts out of her head. This game needs to be done.
Angie, smiled and opened one of the Inn's bedroom doors. The room unfortunately had two beds, so she has to have a room-mate.
It was around midnight, and everybody downstairs stood frozen. They wondered why Angie was acting to out of character. Wasn't she always supposed to be hyper and cheerful? A few people yawned and decided to follow Angie's lead and go upstairs to get some rest. Bo was still wide awake, thinking of who to choose to become Angie's new victim.
Kathy sighed in frustration and marched over to the bar to work. She hated this job sometimes. She wanted to work with horses like Renee does. That smoker probably gives drugs to her horses. I'm the one who wouldn't kill their poor lungs by second-hand smoke., Kathy thought. She was just so frustrated with Owen. He was her best guy friend, and now he's been avoiding her like the plague for who-knows-what reason.
She sighed once more, and began working. Quite often, the drunks would tell her their deepest secrets and ask for advice. Alcohol can do that to people, but it can do even worse to the big drinkers like the Witch and Colleen.
"N-No, Em berfectly suber!" Witch yelled, gulping down more Booze.
"It's getting late, why don't you go to sleep?" Kathy asked nicely, snatching the bottle from Witch.
The witch murmured something incoherent and crawled her way to the stairs.
"Every time...Her drunk actions aren't even entertaining anymore." she said to herself. Speaking of "entertainment"...
Selena was once again on the stairs, dancing like a slut. Witch glared at the belly-dancer and crawled through her legs to pass by.
Kathy rolled her eyes. "Selena, this is not a strip-club." she said angrily.
"Then how about I take off my shirt. Maybe Owen will enjoy it." she sneered.
Kathy felt her blood begin to boil. "That doesn't even deserve to be called a shirt." she said, observing the monstrosity that was her "shirt". Though she felt a little hypocritical because of her own shirt that was tied to reveal a lot.
"Whatever. Are you even dating that hottie?" Selena asked, seething with sarcasm.
"N-No..." she replied quietly.
"Do you know where he is at night?" she continue to press.
"...No." she said, quieter than before.
"Hm, thought so." she said, and she began to dance again.
"Why would you think that?" Kathy asked at a louder voice level.
Selena turned to face her again, with what looked like fake sympathy written across her face.
"He told me that we should keep it a secret...Oops." she said, covering her mouth.
Was it true? Was Owen with Selena?
It's not like we're an item, so I shouldn't be jealous or anything...Right?, Kathy mentally asked herself.
She didn't reply to Selena's remark. She dazedly brushed past the curvy woman and began to walk up the stairs, leaving her father to work the bar by himself. He would understand that she was tired. She did not notice Bo, sitting a few stairs under Selena's. Bo watched the whole scene.
Angie sat on her bed, still awake. No one could ever get any sleep with people screaming at the bar like that. She wondered what would happen when people realize they don't have any belongings with them. At least there's a laundry room in the inn. And everyone wears the same exact outfits every day, anyway. Angie was one of the lucky ones who owned a bottomless rucksack. She now appreciated the word "rucksack".
Her thoughts her interrupted when she heard her room's door beginning to open. She pulled out her colorful gun.
There stood Kathy, looking scared to death when she saw Angie with the gun.
Angie's serious face expression disappeared when she realized it was only the waitress. She quickly put away the gun and flashed Kathy a genuine smile.
"Uh, sorry about that. So, what do you want?" Angie asked cheerfully.
Kathy cleared her throat. "Sorry, I thought this room was empty." she replied bashfully.
"How about you be my roomie?" Angie asked, full of hope. She knew she would have to share the room with someone, so why not the nice horse lover?
Kathy needed to make a possible life-threatening decision.
Angie noticed Kathy's dilemma. "It's OK. I like you, and I would never shoot you." she said, trying to convince her not to be afraid.
"I-I guess." she replied. Angie beamed with delight.
"Yay!~" she cheered. She was just glad Mr. Ham wouldn't be her room-mate. The situation felt like what college would be. Angie obviously was never able to afford college. Otherwise she wouldn't be a farmer.
Kathy smiled and sat on the bed she would be sleeping in for Goddess only knows how long.
The waitress decided to get right to the point. "Why were you sad, earlier?" she asked casually, but Angie could sense what seemed like worry. Angie mentally shrugged off that insane idea.
"Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh- wait, what!?" Angie asked dramatically, trying to pull off an aura of shock and surprise.
Kathy raised a brow and said nothing.
Angie sighed. "It's nothing. I was only a little guilty about shooting the pee elf." she half-lied.
The blonde narrowed her eyes in suspicion but decided not to press. Angie clearly wasn't a very good liar. "I thought you also killed one with push-pins, and blew up another one."
"...Yeah, but Pooky was an accident, and I did everyone a favor by making the evil red one into a gorgeous firework show. This island needs more sparkly loudness." she said frankly.
"Uh, Angie. You do realize we already have a Fireworks Festival every summer, right?" Kathy asked.
"Yes, but my game is definitely going to last longer than this summer." Angie replied, rolling her eyes.
Kathy gulped and nodded.
"How are things going with you and Owen?" she asked, changing the subject.
"..."
"Hm?" Angie asked again.
"I don't know what ya'll is talkin' about. Ya'll!" she blurted out. Kathy knew she tended to speak with a god-awful country accent when she became nervous/anxious/worried or frightened about something.
"I only asked you a simple question..." Angie said, pouting.
"SELENA'SSLEEPINGWITHMYMAN!" she blurted out loudly, and her face grew red.
"Uhh, can you repeat that?" Angie asked.
"I said, Selena's sleeping with my man!" Kathy cried. Tears were soon pouring down her face, an her mascara was running as well. She looked worse than the Witch.
"Hmm...I guess I can save a few spoon-fulls of my 'Cup a la Crap' for that whore." she pondered as she rested her index finger on her chin.
Kathy stopped sobbing and sniffled.
"Yes, that should work just fine. I'll also make her..." Angie said as her thoughts drifted off to different types of Selena torture.
The wrecked up waitress smiled thankfully at Angie. "Th-Thanks." she said.
"Well, it's getting really late, so we should probably go to sleep now." Angie told her. Kathy nodded and they soon fell asleep. Angie's conversation with Kathy even managed to get her to forget her guilt.
You know, Angie's not bad once you get to know her...She's even kind of normal..., the blonde thought drowsily as she drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Though, Angie's was not so peaceful on the other hand.
Angie was in a void of utter darkness, when a screaming purple elf and a demented blue elf appeared. They were the only alive ones. The purple one screamed/cried and curled up into a ball. The blue one walked over to Angie in a zombie-like way as it gurgled. Angie screamed in horror. The ugly blue thing began to throw angry bunnies toward her face. She screamed once more as the rodents attacked her head, and she tried to throw them off. The blue elf made a sort of laughing sound. The bratty purple one stopped crying and timidly approached Angie as she was still trying to pry off the rabid bunnies. There were at least five clawing on her face.
"This is what happens when you don't make any gold for the day..." the purple elf teased in a way that sounded as if it came from a horror movie. Angie's vision faded as a familiar chart obscured her vision. It was listed with things like 'fishing, crops, animal products...' and one the other side were a bunch of zeros. Also, there were no dancing elves.
Spring 12:
"!" Angie shrieked, sitting up in the inn's bed.
"What happened?" Kathy slurred as she sat up as well, rubbing her eyes. Hehe, there were still smudges of mascara all over her face.
Angie glanced at her watch and it was six in the morning.
"Sorry, it was just a terrible nightmare I had." she said sleepily. She realized she had that same dream with the scary chart every single night, and it was such a strange coincidence how she always woke up at six in the morning afterward.
"That's alright. I usually wake up around this time anyway." Kathy replied, stretching in a cat-like way.
Angie stretched as well and she fixed her messy brunette hair. She got dressed and brushed her teeth as well.
Kathy had obviously lied about getting up early, since she was once again sleeping.
Angie rolled her eyes and went downstairs. If anyone so dared break out overnight...
She widened her eyes when she reached the bottom of the stairway. About twenty islanders were sprawled out on the inn's floor, some with their shirts off, and some holding shards of broken bottles.
"Woah..." she muttered to herself. She should have known everyone would stay up all night to drink!
Huh. I think I'll warn everyone not to stay up late, or I'll ban them from the bar. After all, my game will be no fun if everybody's hungover., Angie thought, shaking her head in disappointment.
"Hello, Angie." said a voice from the kitchen. It was Chase.
"Good morning, Chasey! What are you doing up so early?" she asked, skipping over to him.
His beautiful violet eyes stared at her in disbelief. "Cooking breakfast." he said.
"Ohhh. Yeah, these guys are gonna need some help with their hangovers when they wake up." Angie said, gesturing towards the heap of people lying on the floor.
Chase nodded sadly. "They might be too screwed-up to play your Dare Game when they wake up." he said. He actually cares about my game?, Angie thought in wonderment and awe.
"Ah, that's ok. I can just slip a special pill into their breakfast to get rid of their hangovers." she said.
"Is there even such a thing?" Chase asked, sounding like he had no interest in the matter.
"Yup! I used to use it all the time on my- I mean yeah." she said. Chase looked at her worriedly.
"It's not going to do anything bad to them, is it?" he asked wearily as he continued to cook.
"I don't think so..." Angie said uncertainly. Chase sighed and said nothing in return.
Angie spent the next few hours making a check list with each islander's name on it, and she checked off everyone who she saw as they came downstairs, or if they were already passed out on the floor. Thankfully, no one was missing. She sighed with relief as she checked off the last name. It was Luke, who overslept like he apparently always does. He even slept later than the drunk ducks.
"Hi hi hi Angie!" Luke screamed as he ran down the stairs. He tripped on one and rolled the rest of the way down.
"...Hey Luke. You're sure hyper today." Angie said wide-eyed.
Luke stood up and brushed himself off.
"You're sure not. How come you've been so boring lately?" he asked, frowning.
"Er, I don't know?" she said, blinking. Was she really getting boring?
"Whatever you say! See ya later!" he yelled, running off. Angie's ears began to hurt from his screaming. She groaned and skipped back over to the peach-haired chef who was on his break.
"Hi Chasey! How are you this lovely morning?" she asked, sitting on a bar stool.
"You have the smallest memory span..." Chase said, running a hand through his hair.
"Whatever. At least I don't wear hair clips." she replied, smirking. Chase frowned, and it soon turned into a nasty glare.
"Workers have to keep their hair out of the way from food! At least I don't annoy the crap out of people just because I'm bored!" He yelled angrily. Dang, that boy can get pissed off in the blink of an eye., Angie thought.
She rolled her eyes. "I absolutely do not annoy people!" she yelled back with no trace of sarcasm in her voice. Chase only gaped at her.
"Yeah, that's right. You just got served!" she snapped. Who's the bad-ass now!
"I've never met anyone like you." he said after a moment.
"I've never met anyone like you, either!"
Now she was the one getting angry. Before Chase could reply, Angie stormed away from him.
He makes me sooo angry! Grrr., she thought, growing more furious. How can somebody mix up her emotions so easily?
It seemed like everyone was finished with breakfast, so Angie once more stood up on an empty table and cleared her throat loudly. She was relieved that none of the hungover people noticed her slip in the "hangover" pills.
"Time for Round 2!" she snapped. Everyone stood silent and faced her. They wondered why the always insane and cheerful Angie was acting sadly and angrily, lately. Most just assumed it was her 'time of month'.
"Bo, who's going next?" she asked fiercely, glaring at the young blonde. She hadn't even called him by his nickname.
Bo shifted uncomfortably when everyone glared at him, as if saying 'If you so dare pick me...'.
He gulped and face the angry girl with determination in his eyes.
"I pick Kathy."
Kathy let out a quick sob from where she was sitting.
Angie raised her eyebrows at the unexpected statement.
"Uh, may I ask why? I thought you you pick Gill." she asked, blinking.
"Because I watched something happen last night, and I thought this would be good for her." he said calmly, although he thought he was going to be murdered by the looks he was getting from the furious waitress.
"I understand, but why does it matter so much to you what happens to Kathy?" Angie asked in bewilderment. She just didn't understand. Neither did poor Kathy...
"I'm not sure. She just looked so depressed..." Bo said, glancing towards Selena.
Kathy got up and stomped over to Bo, smacking his head.
"If I was so 'depressed', then why the hell would you commit me to this soon to come pain and torture!" she cried, raising her hand again.
"Kathy, don't. Everyone will eventually have a turn, so I do need each of you fighting every time something like this happens. Hey, maybe I'll dare you not-so-bad things because you're my friend." Angie said sweetly, winking.
The green-eyed girl let out a breath of air and lowered her hand, her face expression softening.
"You're right. I shouldn't expect you to dare me anything too evil...Right?" she said with a trace of uncertainty.
"Uh...right." Angie said quietly, looking in a different direction.
Kathy gulped and walked forward to her doom.
"Let's begin, now. Ok, Kathy?" Angie asked nicely.
"Uh-huh." she said, her voice shaking. The things she had done to Bo...
"First, I dare you to...Hang on, let me think." Angie said. She thought over what to dare Kathy to do.
Kathy nodded.
"Got it! I dare you to untie your freaking shirt." she said. Kathy raised and eyebrow and untied her shirt to her disappointment.
"Very good, now it looks less slutty!" Angie said happily, giving her a thumbs-up. Kathy frowned, and somebody snickered from one of the tables. Probably Selena...
The waitress sent a death glare in Selena's direction.
"Next time you laugh, go look in the mirror, whore!" she yelled, stomping her cowboy boot. Selena's face began to boil and she opened her mouth to say something back.
"Stop it. We're playing a game, here! I dare you to tell me what you hate the most." Angie interrupted.
"Easy. Selena." Kathy said, grinning evilly. Selena curled her hands into fists and looked like she was ready to spring up from her seat at any moment.
Angie pouted. "I meant an 'it', not a who..." she said.
"Yeah, I did tell you an 'it'." Kathy replied cockily. Selena was over to Kathy in a flash.
"You bitch!" the genie shrieked, slapping Kathy across the face.
"Hey don-" Angie started, but got interrupted by Kathy pushing Selena into Mr. Ham, who was currently licking the floor like a dog. What the hell?
"You're such a disgusting, evil person!" Kathy yelled with a slight southern accent.
Before the screaming began, all of the islanders were talking and not paying any attention to Angie's game. Now, all eyes were on the two pretty girls fighting.
"CAT FIGHT! CAT FIGHT! CAT FIGHT! CAT FIGHT! CAT FIGHT!" they cheered loudly as the two inn workers wrestled on-top of a table. The table seated Calvin, Luke, the Harvest King, and Owen. Boy, were they enjoying the view. All of the straight men cheered as the ripping of clothes began. More cheers erupted throughout the room as Kathy and Selena started clawing at each other. Girls fighting was sadly the biggest turn-on.
The whole time, Angie stood frozen, fuming with anger. Her eyes narrowed when the cheers soon grew twice as loud. How dare they ruin my game!, she thought. She winced as one of Selena's shoes hit her on the head.
"It's not like I can put a stop to this." she muttered with defeat. "Or can I?"
"SHUT UP, OR I'LL SHOOT!" Angie screamed. Everyone froze and instantly went silent. Kathy and Selena stopped fighting and glanced at Angie, who was holding her gun.
"Thank you." she said sweetly, admiring her affect on people. They all remained quiet. The silence was even eerie.
"Kathy, may you come over here so we can continue with the game? Also, I would appreciate it if everyone actually payed attention to the game." she said sweetly. Translation: Kathy, get your ass over here, now! You all better shut the hell up, or I'll shoot you dead! Either way, everyone got the message.
Kathy timidly walked over to Angie, smiling sheepishly.
"Let's all forget what just happened in the last five minutes, alright?" Angie told her, forcing a smile.
"Yeah." Kathy agreed.
"So, what do you hate the most?" Angie asked, trying again at the simple question.
"Mushrooms." she said automatically. She didn't dare say 'Selena' again...
"Why?" she asked, doing a face-palm. She didn't understand why someone would have something so strong against mushrooms.
"Well, once when I was a little girl, my...mom...took me to Brownie ranch to take me horseback riding for the first time. We got there, and I met this beautiful pony named Buttercup. I reached up to pet her, but she threw up mushrooms, and I was covered in mushroom barf. Ever since that traumatic experience, I've been deathly afraid of mushrooms." Kathy explained quietly enough for Selena not to hear.
Angie started cracking up, tears of laughter welling up in her eyes. She wiped them away, and after a minute, she grew serious again.
"I...wouldn't exactly call that a traumatic experience." she said, grinning.
"It was so! Anyway, now you know why!" Kathy said, crossing her arms and pouting.
"Okaaaay. Hang on..." Angie said before running over to the Witch. Thankfully, she wasn't drunk or high.
"Hey, Witch. Can you give me a mushroom?" she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes.
"Angie, what has overcome you to assume I carry around mushrooms?" the Witch asked, sighing.
"I dunno. Don't you get high off those Fugu mushrooms?" she asked.
The Witch's eyes widened. How had this girl so easily figured out why she was obsessed with obtaining Fugu mushrooms?
Witch coughed. "Y-yes. Here." she said, pulling out her favorite drug.
"Thank you!" Angie exclaimed happily. She walked over to the back corner of the inn, holding the Witch's drug.
"Kathy, come over here!" she yelled from the back. Kathy reluctantly walked over.
"What do you want me to do now?" she asked, crossing her arms. She glanced over at the ostrich standing three feet away from her in fear.
"I dare you to stand under Ozzie's head." Angie said, grinning. Kathy looked at the Ozzie who works at 'On the Hook' in pure terror.
"No, not him! The ostrich!" the brunette yelled in frustration. Kathy gulped. She didn't know what was going to happen, but she guessed it would be pretty awful.
Angie shoved the mushroom/drug into Ozzie's mouth. The ostrich chewed on it with distaste and soon puked it out onto Kathy. She screamed. Selena laughed. Chloe began to have a seizure.
"Chloe, are you OK!" Owen asked, comforting the vibrating child. Angie stifled a laugh.
Owen continued to fuss over the little girl, and then Mr. Ham also began to seizure.
Then the Witch...Then Colleen and her husband...Then Gill...And soon nearly half of Waffle Island's residents were shaking uncontrollably.
Chase assumed it was the work of Angie, so he ran over to her, looking worried.
"What did you do?" he asked frantically, gesturing toward the chaos.
"Nothing..." she lied.
"Well, you did something! Was...Was it the hangover pill you slipped them?" he asked, growing angry.
"I promise you, Chase- I did not give anyone a hangover pill." she said, speaking truthfully.
"So you didn't slip them a pill?" he asked, putting a hand on his hip in a very Julius-like way.
"I slipped them pills, but not hangover ones." she said quietly, looking to the side.
Chase put a hand on her chin to get her to look at them. He decided to play along with her prank, or whatever her motive was to slip in mysterious pills.
"What kind of pills did you give them?" he asked, a smirk playing on his face. He put his hand back down once Angie beamed.
"Cat tranquilizer pills!" she said, smiling proudly.
Chase coughed. "Why would you give them cat tranquilizer pills?" he asked, smiling along with them. Angie gasped as he gave a real smile. She knew it was rare to see him smile without sarcasm.
"Uh...So they learn their lesson for not getting drunk." she replied.
Chase laughed, and it wasn't the bitter kind. Angie laughed along with him. "Good one!" he praised.
"Thanks! Oh, and they'll be fine in about five minutes." she said as she checked her watch.
The pair watched the townsfolk seizure, laughing the whole time.
Huh. I managed to get Chase to smile and laugh today., Angie thought in wonder. It wasn't too much longer until everyone's bodies calmed down. They all immediately glared at her.
"Hey! Maybe next time you shouldn't get drunk, you drunk ducks!" she scolded.
They continued to give her nasty looks, and Angie ignored them.
"Kathy, are you ready for your next dare?" she asked, facing her as Kathy was wiping a towel on her golden hair.
"...Yeah." she said bitterly.
"You'll either like this one, or want to murder me. I dare you to go into a closet with Owen for ten minutes!" Angie said. Kathy's face went pale, then red.
"F-Fine. But only because you dared me to!" she yelled, feeling more embarrassed than ever.
"Yeah, whatever." she replied, waving dismissively. Kathy walked into the closet in a daze, and Owen followed hungrily.
Kathy began to worry.
What if he tells me he doesn't like me? Or talks about Selena?, she thought, grimacing.
Owen closed the door to the closet, locking it. Darkness engulfed them, and she quickly flicked on the light switch.
"Sorry we have to be locked in here. I have no idea what was running through Angie's mind when sh-" Kathy was cut off by Owen pressing his lips against her. She stood frozen for a moment, before realizing what was happening. She soon returned it and wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to ignore the fact his head was freaking enormous. The kiss got more passionate and Ms. Narrator decided to censor out the details.
Angie tapped her foot impatiently as she stood outside the closet door. All she could hear was moaning. It had already been thirty minutes. Angie got angry, again.
"Kathy, get your probably naked butt out here, right now! You still have at least one more dare to do!" she yelled, pounding on the door. The disturbing noises stopped, and a minute later, a red-faced Kathy and Owen walked out, holding hands. Kathy removed her hand from Owen's huge one and hugged her.
Angie stood there awkwardly in confusion.
"Thank you, Angie." she whispered before letting go. Angie nodded. She felt a strange emotion, like she was glad for doing something to help her new friend.
Owen walked over to his table, although every time his foot hit the ground, a mini earthquake occurred.
"Um. I dare you to quit your job..." she said. Angie felt the need to diminish Kathy's troubles in her life, so she knew she had to get Kathy to quit her job at the bar. Kathy wanted to work with horses, and the only thing standing in the way was the bar.
"Wait, what?" Kathy asked. She felt even happier as she realized she had to do the dare.
"That's right! Or it would be even better if you did something to piss off your dad, so he'd fire you." Angie said, winking. Kathy smirked and marched over to Hayden.
"Daddy, you look like an effing gorilla." she said proudly, getting the sad fact off her chest. Before he could hit her, she ran over to the bar and grabbed as many bottles as she could carry.
"Don't worry, they're free." she said, giving all but one to the Witch. Witch's eyes lit up like a child's would on Christmas morning, but what she had now was better than toys or a puppy.
Angie's eyes widened when Kathy handed the remaining bottle to her.
"Thank you." she said, smiling.
"No, thank you, Angie. You just completely changed my life...In a good way that is."
"YOU'RE FIRED, BITCH!" Hayden screamed.
"Thanks, daddy!" Kathy cheered.
Angie smirked. "I dare you to pick who goes next." she said, breaking the happy atmosphere.
Everyone understood exactly what she meant. Their sad thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the Inn's front door.
Angie took out her gun and cautiously went over to answer it. She opened the door to reveal two huge guys in uniforms, also holding guns.
"Oh shit." she said.
Angie was bombed with "Who's there?", and "What's happening?".
"It's the freaking Cyber Police!"
Congratulations on making it through this super long chapter! I don't think it was exactly quite as funny as usual, but I like it. So now you know Angie has a good side! Sort of.
Let me know what you think by reviewing! I'd love to hear your dare ideas! Snaps for making it to Chapter 10! :]