Group 2
You've got no idea how boring it is, sitting and waiting for someone to die. Even in the Death Relic Realm, it took an age.
Out of the original eleven, there were only three people left in group 2: Clifford, Lew Zealand and Crazy Harry. But Nimweh wanted to whittle it down to one, just to be evil for the sake of it.
But she never thought it would take this long. She'd been there for nearly six hours! And playing I-spy with a cat wasn't exactly the best of fun.
"I-spy with my little eye," Nimweh said looking around in a bored fashion. "Something beginning with R."
"Meow?" Yami asked.
"Meow doesn't start with R," Nimweh pointed out. "Come on, Yami. It's easy, I pick the same one every time."
"Meow," Yami said.
"Oh yeah, you're a cat," Nimweh suddenly realised. "Well I'm bored, tired and fed-up. Do you expect me to notice a trivial detail like that?"
Yami didn't even bother to meow his reply.
"Look, this is taking ages; I'll just drop something on their relics and baddabing, baddaboom!"
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Group 2 were actually all asleep. It was still the middle of the night. (If you recall from the last chapter)
They were awoken by a smash sound, and Clifford immediately felt a sense of dread.
"Who is it now?" he asked.
Being in the Death Relic Realm was a bit like the Hunger Games. People died quicker than anyone could keep up with, and no-one knew who was going to go next.
Clifford, in fact, woke up to find himself all alone. Lew Zealand and Crazy Harry's statues were smashed on the ground, and a – guess what – piano had fallen from the sky and crushed them both.
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Nimweh's immediate reaction to Yami's questioning glare was of course: "What? I improvised!"
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"Aw, damn!" Clifford sulked.
He was about to wonder what the heck he was going to do now, but in the distance, he could hear someone complaining about something or another, and it suddenly occurred to him that he wasn't alone.
"Hey! Who's there?" he called out.
The noise, of course, came from group 1. The complaining was of course Miss Piggy, saying that she had never had a worse night's sleep in her life, and that Gonzo's midnight shenanigans didn't help one bit.
"Hey, is that Clifford?" a voice came. "Clifford? It's Kermit! Who's with you?"
"No-one," Clifford called. "It's just me."
He was off like a shot towards group 1.
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Clifford and Rizzo were close friends, ever since they worked alongside each other in Muppets Tonight. So as soon as Rizzo could see the (Is he a catfish? I've no idea) in the distance, he ran towards him as well, (Kind of like a romance movie, only this is bromance!)
Everything was going fine until Clifford's shoulder collided with a relic on a pedestal, and you can imagine what happened next.
"Oh rats!"
"Clifford?" Rizzo called in a daze at what had happened so suddenly. "C-Clifford! Please! You can't do this! You're gonna come back, like Walter did. Aren't you?"
Once he'd run out of words, he flopped down on the ground and insisted he wasn't crying. He insisted, until the tears ran down his face.
Rizzo looked up at the other Muppets and whispered: "He's not coming back, is he?"
No-one replied, but Gonzo sat beside Rizzo and put his arm around him.
"It's alright," he said. "Let it all out."
So Rizzo howled, burying his face in Gonzo's furry chest.
Kermit, however, had had an idea.
"If Clifford was here," he said to no-one in particular. "Does that mean there are others out there too?"
"So you don't think Clifford was the only one?" Scooter said.
"I don't know," Kermit replied. "But it's worth a shot."
"I thought there were enough weirdos here as it was," Sam said grumpily.
"So were going on a Muppet hunt!" Robin said excitedly. He didn't seem at all fazed at Clifford's death.
"Race you there!"
"Wherever there is," Kermit muttered.
Wow, that took a tragic turn quickly. Dude, even I didn't expect that, and I'm the writer!