Games
Ch 4: PAX ME, BRO
"Welcome!"
"You already said that."
"SKY! You will treat me with respect from here on out, for I am... THE GAMEMASTER!"
"No, I will treat you with resentment from here on out, for I am... SKYDOESMINECRAFT!"
Ty nudges my shoulder. "Dude, cut it out. Don't make an enemy of the most powerful person here."
"I WILL NEVER BACK DOWN!"
"ARE YOU CHALLENGING ME?"
Ty elbows me in the stomach. I cough, but then regain my composure and respond to the GameMaster. "YES! PAX ME, BRO!"
Ty tackles me to the ground before I can hurl myself at the GameMaster.
"Uh, s-sorry, Mr. GameMaster. Sky is... uh, well, he's Sky," Ty apologizes, sitting on my torso to keep me pinned to the ground. I growl at him, but he ignores me.
The GameMaster smirks at my fallen position, and I glare at him. He's seated on a large throne made of budder and red wool. There's a red carpet leading from the throne to the door of the building we're in, which is a small emerald room right next to the Living Quarters. There's really nothing in here except for the throne.
"Now that this qat has been restrained, I will explain to you the rules of 'Challenge Times Eight.'"
"Did he just call me a qat?" I ask quietly. Ty shrugs, giving me the 'don't-even-question-it' face.
"First of all, there are no 'powers' allowed in this game other than mine."
Lol, you suck at enforcing rules, GameMaster, 'cause I gotz mah powahs right here.
"Sky, I must ask why your eyes are glowing."
Notch dang it.
Ty gently tugs my sunglasses off and is met by my uber bright eyes. "Ack! What the ever-loving Jeb is wrong with your eyes, Sky!?"
"Uh... Right. I'm, um... Technically, my name isn't Sky, it's Skybrine..," I reply hesitantly.
"Skybrine!? Like, Herobrine's son?" Ty asks with wide eyes, scrambling off and away from me.
I frown. No, don't be scared of me, I'm not like my father at all! "Can someone explain to him the situation with my dad?" I ask, glancing around at my friends.
They all look at me with terrified expressions. "Are you going to suck out our souls or possess us or-" Jerome starts rambling.
I sigh, trying to feign annoyance as a cover-up for my hurt. "Fine. Seto, could you explain?"
Seto nods, sending me a sympathetic look. "Sky's father, Herobrine, was thrilled when He managed to spawn himself a son. He wanted to raise Sky so that Sky could cast terror across the OverWorld, should He ever die. Sky, however, hated Herobrine's ways and would sneak out of the Nether as often as possible to try to associate with 'normal' people. He met Team Crafted- or, at least, what would soon be Team Crafted. That's us, guys," he says, waving his hands at all our friends. "He and Ty became best friends pretty quickly, and then Sky, Ty, and I decided to make Team Crafted. You all joined almost immediately.
"Then trouble came. Herobrine was worried that his son was turning out to be too nice, so he brought Sky on a trip to the OverWorld and... He found a random group of people and told Sky to murder them, then and there.
"Only the group of people was us. So of course Sky couldn't just kill us. He refused. Then Herobrine got mad, threatened to lock Sky in the Nether Fortress forever, torture him for eternity if he wouldn't attack us.
"And Sky, being the smart person he is," Seto says sarcastically, rolling his eyes, "refused again, in the worst way possible."
"I believe I said something along the lines of 'I hate you and you smell like decaying bunny rabbits,'" I add as I stand up and brush myself off.
Seto nods grimly. "Yeah. Then your dad got insanely angered and tried to kill us all, and we teamed up with our powers to push Him back to the Nether. Long story short, Sky's nothing like his father."
Ty glances warily at me. "Are you sure..?"
Wow, Ty. That hurts.
"Yes, I'm sure," Seto says quickly, somehow seeming to sense my pain.
Several of my friends sigh with relief. "Thank goodness," Jason breathes. "For a second there, I thought you were going to kill us all!"
I roll my eyes. "Gee, Jason, thanks for trusting me," I say sarcastically.
He grins sheepishly. "Sorry, dude. But, I mean, your eyes are glowing... It's kinda scary. You could have told us that when you first met us."
"Sorry," I mutter. "I forgot you didn't know." And I didn't think it'd matter that much.
"Well, that's nice and all. I'd like to know how you kept your powers, though, even after entering the 'Challenge Times Eight' grounds," the GameMaster wonders aloud, staring at me with unblinking eyes.
I never described the GameMaster, did I? Well, I guess I'll do that now. He wears a white and gray robe with weird little patterns all over it. His irises are neon red, and his pupils are blood-red. He has shockingly white hair with bits of gray in it, and I can't tell if he's extremely old or if that's just how he likes his hair to look. Under his untied robe is a gray shirt and gray pants that hang over his black shoes. His nose is sort of pointy, and his skin is pale. His lips are in a permanent frown.
I don't like it when he looks at me. It's creepy.
I shiver involuntarily as he eyes me, waiting for an answer. "I-I, uh... I d-don't know..," I get out.
"Perhaps you made a mistake when setting up the game, Mr. GameMaster." Yes! Seto to the rescue!
"I DO NOT MAKE MISTAKES!" the GameMaster booms.
"CHILL OUT, MAN! I HAVE EARS, YOU KNOW!" I scream.
Ty elbows me in the stomach again. "Cut. It. Out," he growls quietly.
"You would do well to listen to your friend, there," the GameMaster advises me. "He seems to actually have a brain."
"I'm surprised you noticed, you know, since you don't have any brains at all," I say under my breath. He doesn't hear me.
"Skybrine, please step forward and release your powers so that they may be held until the end of the competition."
"Kay, first of all, don't call me Skybrine. My name is Sky now. And second, what happens to my powers if I die during the games?"
"I'll call you what I want, Skybrine. And if you fail the competition and end up dying, I will receive full control of your powers."
One more reason not to die, I guess. But it doesn't really matter, anyways, since I have my little power-holder-thingy. "Fine. Whatever. How do we do this thing?"
"Repeat after me. _I release my powers into the holding chamber. I do this willingly and consciously._"
Here 'goes.
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NEXT CHAPTER CONTAINS DRAMA
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