Skittery's POV
This got weirder and weirder every time. I'm beginning to really worry about what I said.
Now Jack is doing it.
This should be very interesting.
"You're in a room. There are 3 doors: a square one, a triangle one, and a circle one. Which one do you go through?" Race began.
"Square." Jack said barely above a whisper.
"Where are you?" Race asked.
"I'm in a spooky house with a dog watching me." He said.
"What are you doing there?" Race asked.
"I don't know. I'm tied up in a chair and gagged. My head hurts really bad." Jack responded.
"How old are you?" Race asked.
"26." Jack said. So this is going to happen in like 7 years.
"Why does your head hurt?" Race asked.
"I think someone hit me. There is blood running down my face." Jack said.
"Is there any way to get out?" Race asked.
"There is a door but it's locked and I can't get to it anyways. Plus there is a dog bigger than me keeping guard." Jack said.
"Well can you untie yourself?" Race asked but Jack didn't answer. Instead his head bolted in one direction.
"What?" Race asked.
"Someone just walked through the door but I can't make out their face yet." Jack said.
"IS he there to help you?" Race asked.
"I don't know who he is but he has a gun and is walking toward me." Jack said.
Then Jack got a really weird facial expression. It was like he was really, REALLY shocked about something.
"What is it?" Race asked with growing interest.
"It can't be.." Jack said as his voice trailed off.
"It can't be what?" Race asked.
"..Skittery?" He said a little scared.
Now that took me by surprise. What was I doing where ever he was with a gun?
I guess Race couldn't think of anything to say because he just remained quiet.
"What is he doing?" Jack asked as his voice got shaky.
"I could ask you the same question." Race said.
"He cocked the gun and now he pointing it at me." Jack said and I couldn't take it anymore.
"Wake up!" I said as I began to shake him.
There is no way in hell that was ever going to happen.
I couldn't..kill Jack.
"What are you bum's doing?" Spot asked as he slammed through the door and made all of us jump.
"Playing a game." Mush said.
"You wanna be next? Blink asked with a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Sure." Spot said. "What game is it?"
"Oh you'll see." Race said as he motioned to where Jack had previously been.
None of them seemed shaken by what Jack had said but I was.
To think that I may do something like that one day is just crazy.
"Hey Blink." I said.
"Yeah?" Blink whispered.
"What did I say?" I asked.
"Well I think you got shot by someone." Blink said.
"But you were only 23 so you can't die since Jack saw you in his vision and he was 26." Blink said without worry.
"Thanks." I said a little sarcastically but he didn't pick up on it.
"No problem." He said and I rolled my eyes.
AN: This all ties in believe me. What did you think? Please tell me! Oh yeah and give me some ideas that could happen to Spot.
Thanks!
This got weirder and weirder every time. I'm beginning to really worry about what I said.
Now Jack is doing it.
This should be very interesting.
"You're in a room. There are 3 doors: a square one, a triangle one, and a circle one. Which one do you go through?" Race began.
"Square." Jack said barely above a whisper.
"Where are you?" Race asked.
"I'm in a spooky house with a dog watching me." He said.
"What are you doing there?" Race asked.
"I don't know. I'm tied up in a chair and gagged. My head hurts really bad." Jack responded.
"How old are you?" Race asked.
"26." Jack said. So this is going to happen in like 7 years.
"Why does your head hurt?" Race asked.
"I think someone hit me. There is blood running down my face." Jack said.
"Is there any way to get out?" Race asked.
"There is a door but it's locked and I can't get to it anyways. Plus there is a dog bigger than me keeping guard." Jack said.
"Well can you untie yourself?" Race asked but Jack didn't answer. Instead his head bolted in one direction.
"What?" Race asked.
"Someone just walked through the door but I can't make out their face yet." Jack said.
"IS he there to help you?" Race asked.
"I don't know who he is but he has a gun and is walking toward me." Jack said.
Then Jack got a really weird facial expression. It was like he was really, REALLY shocked about something.
"What is it?" Race asked with growing interest.
"It can't be.." Jack said as his voice trailed off.
"It can't be what?" Race asked.
"..Skittery?" He said a little scared.
Now that took me by surprise. What was I doing where ever he was with a gun?
I guess Race couldn't think of anything to say because he just remained quiet.
"What is he doing?" Jack asked as his voice got shaky.
"I could ask you the same question." Race said.
"He cocked the gun and now he pointing it at me." Jack said and I couldn't take it anymore.
"Wake up!" I said as I began to shake him.
There is no way in hell that was ever going to happen.
I couldn't..kill Jack.
"What are you bum's doing?" Spot asked as he slammed through the door and made all of us jump.
"Playing a game." Mush said.
"You wanna be next? Blink asked with a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Sure." Spot said. "What game is it?"
"Oh you'll see." Race said as he motioned to where Jack had previously been.
None of them seemed shaken by what Jack had said but I was.
To think that I may do something like that one day is just crazy.
"Hey Blink." I said.
"Yeah?" Blink whispered.
"What did I say?" I asked.
"Well I think you got shot by someone." Blink said.
"But you were only 23 so you can't die since Jack saw you in his vision and he was 26." Blink said without worry.
"Thanks." I said a little sarcastically but he didn't pick up on it.
"No problem." He said and I rolled my eyes.
AN: This all ties in believe me. What did you think? Please tell me! Oh yeah and give me some ideas that could happen to Spot.
Thanks!