"Rock."
"Excuse me?"
Fizz crossed his arms. "Rock. I'm not picking scissors."
Chad stared at him like he was crazy. "Are you serious? What's wrong with scissors?"
"Nothing. But have you looked around? It's like everyone here has a scissors shirt, it's ridiculous."
Monk cleared his throat from the side. "I, uh, don't mind rock."
"Shut up Monk, you don't contribute to this conversation." Chad bites back, waving him off.
"I'm picking rock. If you still want to pick scissors, whatever, but I'm going with rock."
Sylas looks over the board. "What about paper? That could be an interesting option."
"I'm not picking paper, Sylas. Scissors is obviously the best." Chad scoffs.
The four had been anticipating this new three way splatfest for some time, as their lack of things to do together outside of turf wars had made them sort of drift apart.
"Well, we all showed up specifically to play together. What's the point if we don't all pick the same team?" Monk asks.
"To pick teams we actually care about." Fizz says, picking rock before anyone can argue with him. "Your move, chadbro11."
Chad rolls his eyes and picks scissors. "Whatever man. I don't know why you support a rock anyway."
Sylas picks paper, not really paying attention to the other three arguing, and Monk folds and doesn't pick anything.
The first few hours had been full of arguing and trash talk between matches, especially when Chad and Fizz battled each other.
"4%..." Fizz grumbles, dragging his roller behind him. Chad following behind, preparing to gloat. "Who's the superior team now, Fizz?"
"Rock. And when my team wins I'll be sure to use that rock to break into your house and beat you with it."
"When? Don't get cocky."
"When."
"If."
"When."
"If."
"When."
"Shut the fuck up Monk, you literally don't contribute to anything."
"Okay."
Fizz chuckles, switching to a slosher. "Should be halftime soon. Then we'll get to try out those new tri color battles."
"Ten tickets says scissors wins the halftime."
"I'm not taking that bet, it's clearly the most popular team. I've fought paper like, twice."
"Exactly, you're going to lose."
Fizz goes back into the lobby while Chad stays outside with Monk.
"You kind of suck, Chad."
"Shut the FUCK up Monk. Literally die."
"You shut up Chad!"
The two of them bicker and fight until the halftime announcement, where it's revealed that scissors did in fact win it.
"Ha! Told you."
"Wow, I'm so surprised. I totally didn't say this was exactly what was going to happen or anything." Fizz drones in a monotone voice.
"Don't care, I'm still winning."
"For now."
Another few hours go by, with the three on teams battling for their respective teams, as well as Monk sitting on the sidelines doing nothing.
Soon enough, the splatfest ends.
"How confident are you that scissors didn't win, Fizz?"
"Very. Although I'm leaning towards a paper victory. They seem like they might pull the underdog move."
The news panel comes on, with deep cut announcing the splatfest results.
And the results are...
Rock wins! Paper in second! Scissors in dead last!
Chad stared at the screen in disbelief as Fizz smirks. "ROCK WINS!"
"There is no fucking way scissors came in dead last. It was those stupid tricolor battles! They were unbalanced as fuck!"
"Yeah whatever man, you lose! Rock wins! Get fucked!" He laughs.
He grumbles, sitting down at a nearby table. "Told you that you sucked."
"Monk, kill yourself."
"Shut up Chad."
