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Ch 24: Overrated, Outdated, Something-Something, Constipated
"First off: I'm very sorry for the most recent Challenge." For a second, my hopes rise. Is he gonna confess to the others what he did? "I forgot to give an advantage to the winner of the previous mini-challenge." Oh. "Then again, you all left after Sky and Ty's part of the Challenge, so I couldn't really give anything to the winner, which was Seto.
"Oh, and I'd like to announce the winners of Challenge Two and Three. Challenge Two's winners were Mitch and Jerome again, because your reactions were the funniest and Seto was disqualified for being heartless. And the winner of Challenge Three is Skybrine! But only because Ty didn't even try and the rest of you left before you could do your Challenges."
I didn't even want to win that Challenge. The others probably hate me even more now. Ugh, my life.
I roll off my bed and groan as I hit the floor. Dang it. Stupid gravity. Sighing, I lift myself off the floor and lean against the wall. I'm in the same position I was in after Ty told me he hated me.
But I'm not crying this time. I've vowed not to cry any more for the rest of the game show. I will probably fail and end up bawling at one point or another, but for now, I am tear-less. Is that a word? It's a word now.
I don't need friends anyway. Friends are overrated, outdated, something-something, constipated. Dang it.
I think I did that wrong.
Oh well, it's not like anyone is lurking around in my thoughts, laughing at all my thought-failures.
Unless- no. No, my father couldn't be doing that. He's only able to communicate with me telepathically when he's within one hundred blocks of me. And he's not.
Is he?
No, that doesn't even make sense, Sky, shut up. There aren't any signs of telepathic communication, therefore there isn't any. You're just jumping to conclusions without even finding the first clue.
What?
I don't even know right now, I need sleep. And friends. And sanity would be nice, too.
"Now that the announcements are over with, please report to the Purple Building for your third mini-challenge."
"I HATE YOU!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
"THAT'S PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE, I HATE YOU, TOO."
I grumble a few curses as I stumble out of my room, wishing I could do horrible things to the GameMaster. The Team glares at me as they walk down the stairs. Yes, Ian, Quentin, and Ty actually moved upstairs last night. They seriously did it.
It made me feel so great about myself. (Note the intense, depressing sarcasm.)
I send the others an apologetic glance, which they ignore, and then I give up and just walk out the door and toward the Purple Building. What else could the GameMaster possibly do to me? He's emotionally traumatized me (several times), he's gotten the love of my life to despise me, he's gotten me to attack and almost kill the love of my life, and in doing so, he has also made all my friends hate me.
What a nice recap of events.
But seriously, what else could he do?
"Welcome, Skybrine. Where are your friends?"
"My friends? Oh, I don't have any of those. But Team Crafted is currently walking towards this building while avoiding me at all costs, so there's that."
"That's nice."
"Mmhmm."
The Team enters the Purple Building and immediately moves to the area that is farthest away from me. "So, what's this challenge about?" Mitch asks.
"This mini-challenge is actually beneficial to you."
"What? How?" I ask curiously. The others glare at me as if speaking is a crime now. Oh, but only when I do it, obviously.
The GameMaster grins giddily after observing my ex-friends' hatred for me. "You have visitors."
"Visitors?" Ty asks, glancing at me nervously as if he knows something I don't.
As if he's worried about me.
LOLOLOL. I wish.
"Yes, visitors from the world outside the game show. There is one here for each of you. All you have to do to complete your mini-challenge is enjoy a nice chat with your friend/family member."
Ty looks even more worried now. But why?
"Wait, then how do we win?" Jerome asks, confused.
"There is no winner in this mini-challenge. I am doing you a favor by allowing you to have contact with a friend or family member of yours from the outside world; why should I reward you for accepting it?"
"Okay, that makes sense."
"Yes. Now, the two players who are forced to participate in this round are Jerome and Skybrine."
"Haven't I already gone twice?" I ask, staring up at the GameMaster, who is standing in the back of the room.
"Yes."
"Isn't that the maximum amount of times someone can be forced to participate in a mini-challenge?"
"Stop sounding smart, it doesn't fit your personality," the GameMaster commands. Most of the Team snickers. "And I figured this didn't count as a real mini-challenge since you're getting a visitor instead of an actual challenge, so I just included you in the drawing anyways."
"Got it. Sure. Whatever. Okay."
"It's not like you can do anything about it."
I sigh. "Exactly."
"So, who wants to participate in this mini-challenge?"
I glance over at the Team, and they all raise their hands – all except for Ty. Jason looks at him curiously, and he sighs and raises his hand, glancing at me again. He blushes and immediately looks away when he realizes I'm already looking at him.
Oops.
Eh, whatever. I don't have to worry about embarrassing myself anymore since everyone already hates me.
"All of you! Wow, this group is really participant in everything! Except for the third Challenge. Seriously, you all just up and left. You aren't allowed to do that."
"Fight me," Jason growls.
The GameMaster raises an eyebrow. "Well, then. Anyways, it doesn't matter; I made an exception for you guys since your friend was almost killed by your other friend."
"He's not our friend anymore," Ian informs him, glaring at me.
"So I've heard. That's good, you really shouldn't be associating with the son of Herobrine. He probably would have turned on you eventually, anyways."
"Um, hello!? I'm right here!" I shout, waving my arms.
They ignore me. "Yeah, we know. There's no doubt in my mind that he was planning to kill us all at some point," Jason shrugs. Geez. All this over me accidentally almost killing Ty? Calm yourselves, he's not a kid! He doesn't need you guys protecting him!
Okay, that's kind of hypocritical of me. If Jason or one of the others were to so much as bruise Ty, I would cut off their hand and use it to dig out their eyeballs. Yeah. Whoops, my Skybrine is showing. My bad.
"It's a good thing he revealed his true intentions before things got really bad," the GameMaster says, nodding at the others. I glare at him. Seriously!?
"Definitely. I can't believe we were ever friends with him in the first place," Jerome mutters. Fluffy, why!?
"Yeah, befriending him was a mistake. We should have known better," Mitch shrugs.
"I mean, honestly! He's Herobrine's son!" Quentin exclaims.
"But that doesn't mean I'm an exact replica of Him!" I argue desperately, throwing my hands up.
"Well, Ty, aren't you glad your friends stopped Skybrine before he could kill you? Aren't you glad you aren't his friend anymore?"
Ty freezes, his eyes widening as he looks up at the GameMaster. "U-Uh, w-well, actually, S-Sky stopped before the rest of the Team g-got d-down there. H-He jumped away from me at the last second."
Hope surges in my chest. Does this mean Ty doesn't hate me? Or at least doesn't blame me for the Challenge incident?
"But you're still elated that you're no longer friends, correct?" the GameMaster asks, and I sense a threat in his voice as he narrows his eyes at Ty. As Ty swallows hard, the GameMaster points in my direction, glaring at Ty. The rest of the Team doesn't seem to notice, seeing as they're too busy glaring at me.
Ty bites his lip and glances over at me. "U-Uh, y-yeah! D-D-Definitely. Of c-course."
Yeah. Definitely. Of course.
Of course.
"Good," the GameMaster says, seeming pleased. "Prepare for your mini-challenges."