A/N: Welcome to the second installment of the Game of Chocolate series! This chapter is rather short compared to the previous one. Oh well.
"OMGZ MELLO I KNW DIS DAY WUD COME, SO YUR GUNNA MARRY ME!" the obnoxious voice went on. "MAH NAME IZ TIFFY, YEYZ!"
"Shit." Mello swore. Rabid fangirl warning.
"Mello, let's go hide. And then she'll attack Matt instead," Tori offered. "Well, Mello? Are you coming?"
"But there's no good hiding place here."
"That's why we go outside, retard."
"Oh, right." Mello climbed out of the window in an attempt to not be noticed by Tiffy the insane fangirl.
"…" Tori chose to simply walk out of the door. Then, sensing earthquake-like movement on the floor, she yelled to the already-escaped male: "MELLO, RUN! I FEEL A TREMBLE!"
"M3LL MELLZ, WHERE R U?"
Managing to catch up with Mello, the pair ran to a random creepy-looking alley, panting heavily.
"Holy crap, I feel bad for Matt. But if we brought him with us, the fatass would follow us," Tori huffed-puffed.
"I don't think she would harass Matt though?"
"You don't know that…"
"…Sucks to be him."
Meanwhile, back at the apartment…
A bloodcurdling, hideous shriek once again emitted from Tiffy's foaming gob. "WHERR IZZ MELLOO!"
Matt looked up from his game. "Er, I don't know?"
The fangirl proceeded to strangle the unsuspecting gamer. "TELLL MEE3333EEE OR I KEEL YOO!"
"H-HEY, WHAT THE F-"
…And back to the alley.
Mello was unable to imagine what Matt was going through right at this precise moment.
"…I have a bad feeling about this. Sucks that we're not going back," the teenage girl commented considerately.
Suddenly, someone's phone said, "Ring ring, pick me up please! I'm Tori's cellphone!"
"Hello?"
At the other end of the line came strange, crackling noises. "HELP ME!"
"…Who is this?" Tori raised an eyebrow.
"THIS IS MA- HOLY SHIT!"
Beeeeep. The line died.
"What was that?" Mello inquired.
"…Eh. Nothi-"
"HMZ I WUND3R WHERE IZ TEH M4TT3W."
Two heads jerked towards the direction of the voice, and they sighed with relief when they realized it wasn't a certain fatass Mello fangirl. Instead, it was a different girl.
"Um, who?" Tori questioned.
"U NO BLOOO HAIR AND GOGGLEZ? YAA DAT KID!"
"Blue hair?"
"LOLZ YA U GUYZ R SILLEH. U NO HIM!"
"I don't know anyone with blue hair," the blond prodigy inputted.
" LOLZ R U GUYZ HIDING HIM? SILLEH DONKEHS!"
"...What?"
"Donkey...?"
"YA, SILLEH DONKEHS!"
With that final statement, the pair slowly backed away from the odd girl. Then they ran like hell.
"WAIT FER ME PLZ! I NEED TA PUT ON MEH SHOEZ! HMM, WHERE MAY DEY BEE?"
"I'LL RACE YOU!" Tori yelled to Mello.
"Like hell I'm gonna lose!"
A few seconds later, they arrived back at the apartment.
"HA, I WIN!"
"…Damn it. And it looks like Tiffy is g-"
"0MGZ D3R3 U R M3LL0."
Mello smacked his forehead. Tori then decided by herself to go inside the apartment first and to lock all of the doors and windows. And that is when she found Matt cowering in the corner of the living room.
"Hey Matt."
The response she received was a piteous whimper.
"…What the hell happened to you?"
"T-Tiffy… She killed my DS!" The poor kid pointed to a pile of indistinguishable pieces with epic depression.
"...Uh, alrighty then, let's watch Mello get raped by a fatass in the window."
"I-I was on level 67 in the new Mario game…" he continued to whine.
Mello had managed to climb up to the window, and was now banging on it violently. "LET ME IN."
"What, Mello? I can't hear you!" Tori lied, grinning.
"I said… OPEN THE WINDOW!"
"WHAAAT? Oh, I'll leave you there for like, 15 minutes."
"LET ME IN NOW, DAMN IT!" The innocent window was given another kick.
"I see, so you're pretty angry. So you want in, Mello? ...Sucks!"
The blond-head narrowed his eyes threateningly. " ...DAMN YOU!"
"What did you just say?"
"I SAID, DAMN YOU!" And the window was kicked again.
"…Guess who's not coming inside now? Besides, kicking the window won't do shit!"
"I will freaking shoot you, once I get inside…"
"No, you won't."
"DAMN RIGHT I WILL!" the chocoholic snarled, pulling out his gun.
"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, SORRY! I'LL LET YOU IN!"
Too late. A random group of rabid fangirls had already crowded around. There was no escape.