CHAPTER 5:

Arnold was in complete shock. His breathing had totally stopped. It was Lila and Stinky all along?! But how?!

Looking in complete horror at the smiling Texan, Arnold shoved Stinky away and ran into the kitchen as an attempt to escape, making Stinky giggle as Lila ran to the other side of the kitchen with the gun, "Woah, calm down, Arnold!" she said, pointing it at him and making Arnold stop dead in his tracks. Stinky threw the voice changer to Lila, "What's the matter, Arnold? You look like you've seen a ghost!" She asked sarcastically. Arnold cornered himself in the kitchen.

"W-why are you doing this?!"

Stinky grinned, "It's all part of the game, Arnold!"

"It's called-CLICK-guess how I'm gonna die!"

Arnold growled, "Screw you!" he yelled, causing Lila to frown at him, "You seem a bit distressed, how about a game?"

Stinky grinned, "It's a fun game, Arnold. See, we asked you questions and if you get it wrong-BOOM!-you die!" he yelled psychotically, gesturing a 'pow!' symbol with his hand.

"And if you get it right, you die!" Lila said, shrugging. Arnold wanted to puke.

"Y-you two are nuts!" Arnold said, causing Stinky to chuckle, "We prefer the term psychotic."

"Why are you doing this?!"

Lila stopped, "Why? WHY?!" she yelled, making Arnold flinch. Lila looked at Stinky amusingly, "You hear that, Stinky? I think he wants a motive!" she snarled, making Stinky smile, "Well, we don't have any! Motives are so cliche, don't you think? They're outdated! You don't need to kill anyone to have a motive nowadays! Be more open minded, will ya?"

Arnold couldn't help it. At the very second Lila finished her sentence, he began to wretch on the floor. How anyone could be this disgusting and filthy of a human being is beyond him.

"Yuck! Arnold, be more considerate, will ya?"

"Arnold, don't you know how these kinda situations work? You can't have a male survivor! Where's the fun in that?! The only time people care about a survivor is when they have big breasts and long legs!"

"Yeah. Face it, Arnold. Nobody's gonna care if you live or not. Hell, that's probably why your parents left."

Arnold froze at Stinky's words. He wanted to do something so badly but with Lila pointing that gun at him it was damn near impossible.

Lila gestured for Stinky to go to the basement, causing Stinky to gleam, "Oh, OH THIS IS THE GREATEST PART! This is gonna be so fun, we've got a surprise for you, Arnold! Just wait one sec!" and like that, he was gone.

Lila smiled at the young, distraught football headed boy, "Poor, poor Arnold. He always finds himself at the center of problems, and never has luck with the ladies! Don't worry, we'll end your suffering soon."

"Speakin of ladies~"

Arnold looked up and his pupils shrunk; there was Helga. She was tied up, beaten, bruised and was bleeding. She softly mumbled something under her gag. She was clearly crying prior.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Oh, there's Helga! Poor girl, but hey, atleast she's alive! That's something, right?

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!