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Tazzmaniondevil made it (nicoxlilian4ever on deviantart), and I'll try to put it on the side for all you wattpad people.

WARNING: A tad bit of pain. Not much really. There's hardly any at all.

Games

Ch 26: Of Course

I collapse on the floor of the Purple Building, leaning against the wall and bawling my eyes out. But you know what? I think I deserve to cry after what I just went through, so I'm not even gonna scold myself for not staying strong for the Team. The Team doesn't need me to stay strong for them, anyway. They don't want me to. They want me to break down and be in pain. They want me to die a slow and painful death.

That's what my father told me.

Over and over and over.

And over.

I guess by now I sort of have to believe it. It'd be impossible to believe otherwise at this point, especially since most of the Team walked right by my crying, shuddering form on the way to the Living Quarters without even sparing me a second glance. A few of them even shot me disgusted looks as they passed by.

Ty is the only one who hasn't been teleported back to the Purple Building yet, and I'm still sitting here, crying pointlessly. This probably makes it look like I'm hoping he'll see me and pity me, but honestly I'm scared to death that he'll actually make me hurt even more. He has every right to, after all. I've done so much to hurt him.

I want to hide away in my part of the Living Quarters so, so badly. I want to get away from here so I don't have to watch Ty either walk past me emotionally like the others did or do worse. But I can't; right now, I just can't. The GameMaster stopped my father before he could kill me, and he healed my physical damage, but I'm a long way from being okay. Right now I'm too emotionally hurt to even think properly, let alone get up and walk in a straight line. I would never make it back to the Living Quarters, despite the fact that it's just next door. So instead of moving I just sit here and hug my knees while crying into them and rocking back and forth, flinching every time I so much as think about my horrendous father.

I didn't agree.

I didn't agree to His deal.

"Woah," someone whispers, and I glance up through my tear-soaked eyelashes to see Ty popping into the room and stumbling forward a few steps to keep his balance. He looks unbearably cute, but I'm not allowed to think that anymore (not that I was really allowed to before) because he hates me now. They all hate me now.

So I bury my head in my knees again and just breathe in and out. I need to focus. I need to be able to walk well enough to get to my room so I can collapse on my bed and keep crying. I need to calm myself just a little. No one's going to comfort me, I've known this ever since I first got teleported back in here, but now I know I have to do it myself. I can't just sit here crying forever.

"Was i-it your dad?"

My head shoots up and I nearly bonk heads with Ty, who is crouching down next to me and placing his hand on my knee. "I-I'm sorry," I mumble, and it's nearly unintelligible through the tears.

"It's okay. Was your visitor your father?" he asks again. Why does he care? He's probably wanting to go back to the others and either celebrate my pain or convince them further that I'm just like my crap-tastic daddy.

I nod feebly, waiting for him to laugh and run over to the Living Quarters. I wouldn't blame him for it. He has every right to hate me and wish me pain.

"I don't know what he said about and to you," Ty whispers, leaning toward me. "But I know it wasn't true." Suddenly Ty is encasing me in a warm hug, and I'm just accepting it, hugging him back tightly and sobbing into his shirt, and I don't want this to end, and I don't know if I can handle it ending, but I know it has to eventually and so I surprisingly do not fall over dead when he pulls away from me. "I'm so sorr-" he begins before a voice interrupts him.

"What was that, Ty?"

Ty jumps to his feet, no longer making eye contact with me. "I- Nothing. It was nothing."

"It didn't look like nothing."

"I-I was just-" He stops, biting his lip, but then he releases it and glares at me with so much hatred that I almost forget the nice little moment we had a few seconds ago. Almost. I have a feeling I'll be going to that memory for comfort a lot in the upcoming weeks. "I was just telling Sky- er, Skybrine that I hate him with a deep and burning passion and if he ever comes near me or my friends again we will not hesitate to- to fight back."

I let out a depressed laugh and bury my head in my knees again. "Of course. Of course." Knew it was too good to be true. Of course Ty still hates me. Of course. It's okay. My father told me they wanted to kill me. He warned me. I believed him, of course. Of course. I'd just hoped that maybe we'd both be wrong.

Ty sighs. "Bye."

"If you really hate him, why don't you prove it?"

"W-What?" Ty asks, jerking his head up to glance at the ceiling as he looks for the source of the voice, which is stupid since it's coming from practically everywhere at once.

"Prove that you hate him."

"I- I don't-"

"Prove it."

"But-"

"Prove it."

Ty sighs again, shrugging before crouching down in front of me again. "Sorry, Sky," he says quietly. Then he raises his voice and yells, "I hate you!" before punching me in the stomach and then in the jaw immediately afterward.

I groan and curl in on myself because there is no way in the Nether that I am going to fight back. I refuse to hurt Ty any more than I already have, which is way too much, by the way. He winces at the sound and then stands up and kicks me in the side repeatedly, and by the time he's done, the GameMaster is laughing loudly and I'm crying again and Ty looks like he's crying, too, but maybe that's just my vision clouding over. "P-Please stop," I beg him, shaking in fear and pain.

He looks at me for a long moment, probably taking in how broken I am and loving it, and then he shakes his head and walks away. He just walks away.

I let out a sob and curl up into a ball again, hugging my knees to my chest and rocking back and forth. A few minutes of silence later, the GameMaster speaks up with a completely different topic of conversation.

"You're lucky I got you out of there before Herobrine could kill you."

I scoff, sniffling to try to clear my voice and not sound so crybaby-ish as I reply with, "Right, so lucky. Thanks, by the way, for inviting Him here in the first place." I glare at the air in front of me, hoping the GameMaster knows my stare is directed at him.

"It was my pleasure, truly."

"Oh, you're such a charmer, William."

"Wha- Who told you-?" The GameMaster stops and sighs. "Ah, yes, your father. Of course."

"I'm going back to the Living Quarters," I grumble, stumbling to my feet and unsteadily moving in the right direction. I trip over my own feet a few times, yelping as I irritate one of the many bruises that coats my body.

I push open the door to the Living Quarters and wince after seeing the disapproving looks of Seto, Jason, and Ian. "What?" I croak, my voice hoarse.

Ian takes a fearful step back, Jason glares at me, and Seto just shakes his head.

"Fine, then. I didn't want to talk to you guys anyways," I say, rolling my eyes and practically falling against the door of my own room. I need to sit down.

The others give me weird looks, and I smile nervously. "I, um, I'm tired?" I lie badly, silently cursing myself for being crappy at life. For some reason, I don't want them to know that Ty did this to me. Who knows, maybe they'd be proud of him, but there's also the small chance that they'd judge him and hate him like they hate me, and I won't allow that. I might not deserve their friendship, but Ty does.

I slam my bedroom door shut and slide down against the door, closing my eyes and letting out a breath. I don't want to do this, I don't want to do this, can't I just go home?

Oh, wait. I lived with Team Crafted before the game show.

I don't have a home anymore.

I let out a sob and then crawl over and up onto my bed. I just need a few minutes to sit here and soak in the peace. Maybe then I'll be okay.

"Maybe, but I doubt it."

WHAT.

"I'm still here."

I NOTICED.

"I'm in your head. I'm still on the game show grounds, so I can communicate with you telepathically."

YOU HAVE HEREBY BEEN BANISHED FROM MY BRAIN.

"You can't banish your own father from your head, boy. That's not allowed."