The past week has been huge for me. Fallout 4 released, I had to study for exams and of course, Cloud from FFVII is confirmed to be in Smash Bros. Also, I had writer's block. I desperately need some suggestions on what the housemates can do. Maybe daily tasks? I don't know. I'm sooo stuck at the moment :(
FanficLovingPerson: Mabel & Chris are still friends at the moment although that might change :P
bLuewErewOlf25: Yeah, thanks. Rigby was meant to be the "douche" housemate but unfortunately, he got evicted early. Now I have to write Eileen's character lol
Gage the Hedgehog: Thanks, it really means a lot to me :)
Just a fair warning, because I made the previous chapter way too dramatic, consider this chapter to be some breathing room. It's just the housemates doing regular things, nothing too interesting.
Also, taking suggestions on daily housemate tasks :)
Day 15 – 8:17am – The Dining Room
If I said that the start of week 3 started off quietly, you'd be right. However, it wasn't quiet for any single good reason. After yesterday's fiasco, the housemates just ate their breakfast in silence, wondering to themselves what the next weekly task is going to be.
"So guys," Eileen disrupted the silence and displayed an enthusiastic smile, "Did everyone like my special bacon and eggs breakfast?"
"I did! It was really really tasty!" SpongeBob exclaimed at the top of his voice. The others nodded or mumbled yes in response.
"I'm glad someone enjoyed their meal," Eileen responded in a cranky tone.
Timmy: It wasn't like I hated Eileen, I just hated pretty much everyone else.
"Housemates, please report to the living room in ten minutes!" an authority-like voice ringed across the house.
One by one, the housemates finished their breakfast quietly with no incident or interruption and walked over to the living room. As each person left the room, Eileen's smile slowly turned into a frown as everyone gave each other the silent treatment, refusing to talk to each other. While she observed the housemates faces, she noticed the lack of any emotion in everyone. Well, almost everyone.
"Hey Eileen, got any more of that... bacon and eggs stuff?" SpongeBob asked with a large smile, oblivious and immune to the damp mood that hit the other housemates.
Eileen couldn't help but smile a little, "I made plenty of leftovers to make room for the new weekly food supply coming in today so I've got lots! It's in the kitchen if you'r-"
SpongeBob's eyes shined bright and raced off to the kitchen, "Thanks! You're the best!"
Eileen shrugged. "There's always that one person doesn't even know what's going on," she said to herself before a small satisfied grin appeared on her face, "And wow, I never knew he would cheer me up a little."
8:30am – The Living Room
"Housemates, the results of your previous weekly task are in and you have all passed which means that you'll have a generous spending budget that will be delivered within this afternoon!"
SpongeBob cheered really loud and it was made obvious because he was the only one cheering and clapping. Eileen could only stare in awe.
Eileen: Right now, I wish I was SpongeBob being unaware of pretty much anything. I heard a saying once that 'Ignorance is bliss' and everyone's experiencing everything but bliss!
"Wow, tough crowd," Big Brother commented, "Also, last night, I looked over some footage of a certain housemate almost punching another housemate in the face. We do have the right to automatically evict you right now but our producers have decided to only give you a formal warning. Two more and you'll be out. You understand?"
"Yes," Mabel grumbled, her feeling still a little unresolved. A few seconds of silence pass by the housemates as Big Brother kept his microphone on hold. Once he turned it back on, he went up and told the housemates about this week's task.
"Considering the fact that most of you secretly want to physically hurt each other, we've decided that for this week's task, you might need some therapy."
Eileen gulped, "This can't be good."
"For this week, we've brought in a former decorated United States Marine Corps veteran to help..."
Suddenly, a loud WWE announcer took over the microphone, "AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA!"
Trumpets blared loudly in the entire mansion as soon as the wrestler's name was mentioned, scaring some off-guard.
"FOR THIS WEEK'S TASK, HOUSEMATES MUST ANSWER THE PHONE EVERY TIME IT RINGS TO DEFEND THEIR TITLE AS CHAMPION AT THE WWE SUUPPPPEEEERRRSSSLLLLAAAMMMMM! EACH TIME THE PHONE IS ANSWERED, THE HOUSEMATE THAT PICKED IT UP MUST RUSH TOWARDS THE WWE ARENA WITHIN FIVE MINUTES TO BATTLE JOHN CENA IN A WIDE VARIETY OF CHALLENGES!"
"Did you seriously get the guy from the prank call to do this?" Marco asked unamused.
"EVERY HOUSEMATE VICTORY WILL RECEIVE A WIDE RANGE OF REWARDS SUCH AS MONEY, IMMUNITY AND EVEN TICKETS TO SEE THE NEW ALVIN & THE CHIPMUNKS: THE ROAD CHIP PROVIDED BY OUR SPONSORS!"
Dipper: I guess Star Wars was too expensive for them.
"BUT FAILURE TO ANSWER THE PHONE WILL RESULT IN THE HOUSEMATES UNABLE TO DEFEND THEIR TITLE AS CHAMPION AT THE WWE SUUUPPPPPEEEERRRRSSLLLLAAAAMMMM!"
Thankfully to the other housemates, the announcer voice was gone and the obnoxious trumpet noises died off. However, Big Brother took over the broadcast.
"As you notice, there is a phone in the middle on the living room. As part of this week's task, the phone will ring at random times. And yes, it can ring at three in the morning in case anyone is going to ask. When the phone rings, it must be picked up within ten seconds and the housemate that picked it up must accept the WWE SuperSlam challenge that will be received on the phone. Failure to pick it up will result in the failure of the weekly task. Any questions?"
"Yeah," Dipper was the first to speak, "Where exactly is the arena?"
"We have set-up an arena in the garden at the back with a live studio audience. You should see the WWE building that we built. We just had to get rid of some of the garden scenery to make way for the arena."
"My parents are going to kill me!"
"Don't worry Chris," Big Brother reassured, "We've got permission from your mother. We just had to pay her some royalty money for the show."
Chris sighed in relief.
"Okay, so does everyone understand this weekly task?"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Good, housemates are now dismissed."
The intercom cut off, signalling the end of the announcement. Taking the cue, the housemates started to disperse off until a few seconds later, the phone in the middle of the table started to ring loudly.
Timmy was the first one to pick it up.
"Hello?" Timmy greeted, holding the phone to his right ear.
"AND GOODBYE TO ANYONE STANDING IN JOHN CENA'S WAY WHEN HE TAKES ON SIX HOUSEMATES IN A STEEL CAGE 'CHUTES AND LADDERS' MATCH AT THE WWE SUPPPEEEERRRRSSLLLAAAAMMMMM!"
The caller hanged up afterwards.
"A steel cage 'chutes and ladders' match? So is this what Rigby has been watching all this time?" Eileen questioned.
"It's a reference to that John Cena prank call," Marco replied.
"So who's coming with me?" Timmy asked.
A couple of hands went up.
"Interesting," Timmy noted, "But I'll take Jimmy, Marco, Penny, Dipper and Sonic."
"I'm so going to beat all of you!" Sonic playfully boasted, "We have five minutes to get there right?"
"Yep!" Marco responded, "We need to go now!"
"That won't be a problem!" Sonic smirked as he ran out of the house with his signature top speed.
Marco: What a show-off!
9:30am – The Living Room
It has been almost an hour since half of the housemates have disappeared to go to the WWE arena and none of them have returned yet. Meanwhile, everyone but Eileen (who was finishing doing the dishes) was busy hanging out in the living room, cautiously and patiently watching the phone in case it rang again.
"A chutes and ladders match shouldn't take this long," Mabel complained, "Seriously, there has to be something going on inside that arena."
"I'm more worried about Timmy picking my girlfriend Penny!" Gumball frowned, "Can't believe that jerk actually did picked her over Eileen! Eileen's is in the same alliance as them!"
"Yeah, I'm surprised myself," Eileen admitted as she walked back into the living room, "It's really suspicious on Timmy's behalf to pick someone on an opposing alliance... even though he's probably technically not in one yet."
Eileen quickly noticing the dirty looks from some of the other housemates, changed subject, whipping out her own notebook in the process, "But enough about that, we need to work out how to spend our food budget for this week. We've got 1k to spend and half of it I've already spent on the basics."
"Oh yeah!" Mabel grinned, "We need to spend some of it on Chocolate! It's been forever since I had some!"
"I'll write 'sweets' down," Eileen jolted down, adding a '100' next to it, "That leaves us with 400 left? Any ideas?"
"How about we get some sleeping bags?" Gumball suggested.
"I don't think we can spend the budget on anything other than food. Besides, why would we need sleeping bags?"
Gumball sighed, "It's because of the weekly challenge. Some of us would have to sleep in the living room to keep an eye on the phone. After all, it could ring at three in the morning."
"Good point Gumball," Eileen complimented, "But we're only getting three of them. We'll need to share sleeping bags if we're going to win this."
Over the next few minutes, the housemates spent their time discussing the budget before they all reached into a shared agreement.
11:45am – The WWE Arena (Steel Cage)
John Cena cried. He didn't show it on his face but deep down, he knew he just spent a few long hours just to lose a children's board game that relied too much on luck.
It all happened so fast. John Cena was only three squares away from winning his Sponsorship money when the unexpected happened. He rolled a two on the die, landing him on a chute square led him back to square 23.
He wouldn't be this sad if it was just a regular game but unfortunately for him, the BB producers spiced up the game by offering today's sponsorship money to the winner of Chutes and Ladders. It also didn't help that they were all playing in a small steel cage. The cage had a surprising effect of increasing tension and pressure quickly.
"This is completely bullcrap! This game is totally rigged!" John Cena angrily shouted, strangling and trying to bend one of the steel bars around him with no avail.
"It's just bad luck," Dipper shrugged, "It's my turn isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is."
Dipper rolled the die, this time landing on a four. With a smirk, Dipper moved his piece four spaces and landed on a ladder square.
"Sweet! First place again!"
As Dipper moved his piece upwards, John Cena and the others could only stare in awe as he was only five spaces away from stealing the cash prize.
Dipper handed the die to Marco, who proceeded to roll for his own turn. Nothing really eventful happened to the other's turn other than most of them except for Timmy managed to land on a chute.
Marco: It sucks how most of the spaces involve you going backwards. We've already been in this steel cage for a couple of hours! Someone just win already!
Before long, it was Dipper's turn again and wearing a confident smirk, he rolled the die, praying that he would win the game.
Dipper's face went blank for a second, comprehending the number shown on the top of the die.
It was a five.
Dipper won the game.
Penny: Thank god Dipper won. I was starting to become cramped inside that steel cage.
Dipper: Here comes the $1,000 baby!
Jimmy: Based on the time I've been here, I can conclude that this game runs on luck. No skill involved. The same can also be said for 'Chutes & Ladders'. Makes me wonder why I even signed up to this.
John Cena: I can't believe DIPPER out of all people managed to even take the win! Like I said, it's completely bulls-
"Hey John Cena, is it alright if I can have your autograph?" Eileen came into the diary room and interrupted him, holding a blank white shirt and a permanent marker to his face, "It's for my boyfriend Rigby. He's a huge wrestling fan."
"Uh... sure?" John Cena shrugged, signing the shirt.
"Thank you so much!" Eileen smiled, "What are you doing here in the house? I thought only housemates are allowed."
"Don't worry, Big Brother granted me as a houseguest for five minutes to rant. Apparently it's funny but I disagree. It's still completely bullsh-"
"I'll let you continue your rant," Eileen said, awkwardly walking out of the diary room door in the process.
