Also there was an wonderful AMV made by Maniac Momentum on Youtube (again, can't link on ff).
Games
Ch 31: Accept the Cannibalism
"I want to kill my friends," I blurt. Jason's and Ty's eyes widen, as do mine. "I-I didn't mean that! I- It's my dad, he- Augh!" Another wave of pain assaults my head, and I moan. "H-Herob-brine..."
Jason and Ty exchange a glance and then drop to their knees beside me. "It's okay, Sky, you're going to be okay," Ty insists, taking my hand off my head and holding it.
"Tell us what He's doing," Jason urges me, putting his hand on my knee.
"I-I- He's- Ahh!" I pause for a moment, sucking in air through clenched teeth. "My f-father has been – agh! – t-telepathically communicating with me, a-and- and he w-wants me to hurt you guys, b-but I w-won't... Ack! No!" A few tears run down my cheek, and I choke out, "M-Make it stop, Ty! Please make it stop..."
Ty looks pained. "I- I'm sorry, Sky, I-I can't!"
"Maybe if you just thought about something He doesn't like? Like, uh, like Notch or something!" Jason suggests worriedly.
"I-I don't think it works that way," I respond, grinding my teeth together.
"Don't worry, Sky," Ty assures me softly, squeezing my hand and then pulling me into a hug. "You'll get through this. It can't last forever."
I melt into his hug, and, to my surprise, the pain melts as well.
Dad?
'You there?
"T-Ty?"
"Yeah?"
"I-I think He's gone," I whisper, hugging him tightly.
"Hey, I want a 'Sky's-not-in-pain-anymore' hug!" Jason pouts, crossing his arms until we laugh and allow him into the hug.
Ty suddenly frowns, though, and steps away from us. "Sky, why didn't you tell us?"
"Well, up until yesterday, you all hated me. Obviously I wasn't gonna go to you guys with my problems," I answer, shrugging.
"What about last night?" he asks.
"What'd you do last night?" Jason asks, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows weirdly while glancing at us both.
I facepalm, but Ty doesn't even catch on. He just replies casually, "I told Sky I didn't hate him and that the GameMaster had been threatening me." Then he turns back to me. "Why didn't you tell me then?"
I smile sheepishly, biting my lip. "I, uh, I didn't think it was that important?"
"Sky," Ty groans, dragging his hand down his face. "How could you not see that as important?"
"Uh..."
"If I know Sky as well as I think I do – though I probably don't, considering I've really only known you since the start of the game show – then he probably just didn't wanna bother you with his problems. Am I right?" Jason asks, raising an eyebrow in question.
I nod slowly. #Psychic Jason.
"Oh, shut up, no one hashtags anymore."
"Um, hello, I hashtag!" I huff, crossing my arms.
"Erm..."
"Oh! S-Sorry, I- I'll respond in my head from now on..," I chuckle nervously, rubbing the back of my neck. Ohhh, I'm an idiot. Who wants to bet they both think I'm insane?
"Is He back?" Ty asks. I just nod.
"Tell him to go bye-bye," Jason instructs. I roll my eyes and glare at him.
"Why would you think for even one second that that would work-" Ty begins, but I cut him off.
"I've already tried that, Jason. Geez. What do you think I am? Stupid?"
"Bingo."
"I will literally murder my father when I find him," I growl.
"No, you won't."
"Will, too!"
"Will not."
"Will, too!"
"I feel like I'm missing something," Jason says, furrowing his eyebrows.
Ty rolls his eyes. "Come on, we need to go back inside before people start freaking out or something. We'll work on your Herobrine problem later, Sky."
"Mkay, thanks," I say, grateful to have two of my friends back.
We walk inside – first Jason and Ty, and then, after fifteen seconds, me. We can't have them thinking we actually like each other. "Ah, you've finally escaped from Skybrine," the GameMaster praises them right before I walk through the door. The majority of Team Crafted glares at me, and I look down at my feet.
"Well, Jason, you've missed the Jeffery slaughtering, but we can still go fishing!"
"Thank you," Jason mouths to me when no one is looking. I smile and nod.
"ARE YOU READY TO FISH!? Oh, and after fishing, we can have the body parts, I swear they taste better every year. And finally, after that, you'll be served the cake."
"Erm, Mr. GameMaster? Ian isn't too fond of cake, is it okay to skip part of the meal..?" Quentin asks.
I like how not one person has complained about the 'body parts' course of the meal.
"Oh? And why isn't he fond of it? Everyone is fond of cake!"
"Yeah, well, Ian isn't. I think it's something from before the game show? I'm not sure. Neither is he."
"Then how can you be sure he doesn't like cake?"
"Just drop it, man. He doesn't like cake, okay?" I growl, glaring at the GameMaster. I am so done with this guy.
"Fine, fine, Ian can skip the cake. Geez, Skybrine, what's wrong with you today?"
Um, hello? The same thing that's wrong with me every day. I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms, still glaring. "As if you don't know."
"Son, are you stupid? Of course he knows! He just wants to make you suffer."
I sort of knew that already.
"Don't act like you know everything."
I didn't- what? I just said-
"Rawr."
Now you're just filling up my head with stupidity – even more stupidity than there already was.
"Double rawr."
"Don't use that tone of voice with me, young man," the GameMaster growls at me, and I raise an eyebrow in surprise.
I roll my eyes. "Gosh, sorry, mom."
The GameMaster's eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it again. He does this several more times before, finally, his gaze hardens and he sneers, "I will not hesitate to choke you with your own intestines."
I metaphorically glue my mouth shut.
The GameMaster rolls his eyes. "Idiot. You know what? Forget this. I'm not in the mood to either help you fish or turn you into cannibals tonight. Everyone, please return to the Living Quarters. And remember, you have Skybrine, here, to thank for your grumbling stomachs."
I groan and bang my head against the wall, knowing this will result in even more torture for me. Strangely, though, none of my ex-team members so much as glance at me as they leave.
The GameMaster poofs away soon after.
After a good five minutes of feeling guilty, I have a small plan that won't take long to carry out. And, no, it's not anything big. I won't be taking out the GameMaster or anything crazy like that.
I'm just gonna help out my friends.
So, what do you think he's gonna do?