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I FINISHED IT
I FINISHED THE BOOK
THOSE OF YOU WHO READ MY HASHTAG BOOK ALREADY KNOW THIS BUT
WHATEVER
GUESS WHAT ELSE I FINISHED!?
A SONG ABOUT GAMES
THAT'S RIGHT
IT'S ON THE SIDE (or top) (you can just search it on my YouTube channel, all you fanfiction people)
NOTCH, I'M PROUD
EVEN THOUGH IT SUCKS WITHOUT HEADPHONES – PLEASE WEAR HEADPHONES IF YOU CAN
I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES
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Games
Ch 32: If Your Friends Jump Off a Bridge, You Should, Too
"What the heck is thi- woah..," Jerome trails off, opening the door to the Living Quarters. I'm in my room, and the door is shut, but I've got my ear up against the wall because I just have to hear their reactions.
"That was truly one of the most pointless things I have ever seen anyone do. You know that, right?"
Of course I know that, Dad, you told me, like, a billion times while I was doing it. It's for them, though, so it's okay.
"I'm disappointed in you, I really am."
So? Even if I wanted to, I couldn't take it back now. They've already seen it.
"You care about them too much."
And you don't care about anyone at all.
"Guys, come see this!" Mitch says excitedly. Ha, of course he would have accompanied Jerome to see who/what was at the door. He would have accompanied Jerome anywhere. They've been even closer since the second Challenge.
"What- holy crap," Ian breathes as he and someone else walk into the front hallway. "Who- what?"
"That's- wow..," Quentin chuckles. Ah, I see. They come in ships.
So next is either Truelox (*shiver*) or SetoMU (Smu :3). I (obviously) don't ship Truelox, but they're really good friends, so... yeah. And I've never shipped SetoMU, mostly because Jason and Tyler are obviously in love and Seto screws up his potions whenever Brice is in the room.
"Oh my Notch, who put that there?" That was Ty's voice.
"Thank Jeb, we're not gonna starve!" Jason shouts jokingly, but I still feel bad. Then I feel less bad, because, hello, I'm the one who put that jazz at the front door.
"Do you think the GameMaster felt guilty and decided to actually feed us?" Seto asks, and I sigh. I don't mind them not knowing it's not me – and of course I'm not going to tell them, they probably wouldn't even eat it if they knew it was from me – but I hate the thought of them thinking for even one moment that the GameMaster would actually care about them enough to do something like this. I mean, I didn't mean to be rude! I just, like, he's the GameMaster... I'll stop now.
Ty snorts. "The GameMaster, guilty? Yeah, I don't think so, buddy."
"Well, who else would have put it there?" Jerome asks.
"I dunno, maybe Herobrine felt bad for bringing Skybrine into the world, so he dropped off a 'sorry' gift," Mitch suggests. I frown.
"I doubt it," Jason says, and that brings an extremely small smile to my face.
"Why? It's perfectly plausible."
I can hear the slight, barely noticeable panic in Jason's voice as he explains, "Well, I mean, you guys are still thinking along the 'our enemy obviously feels bad about our pain' route. Come on, guys. Herobrine, feeling bad about something?"
"Yeah, you're right," Mitch agrees.
"Skybrine's more likely to have done it than Herobrine is," Seto says, and at first, I'm offended. Then his voice takes on a quieter tone, the one he uses for thinking. "In fact..."
"Nah."
"I doubt it."
"Probably not."
"Come on, who cares who put it here? Let's just eat!" Jerome says excitedly, and I can imagine him bouncing slightly in his place.
Mitch laughs. "Alright, sure." There's some shuffling; they're probably handing out the food stuffs.
"I still can't believe you went and gathered that much food for them. You spent two hours hunting animals and fishing!"
Oh, shut up, Dad, you're just jealous 'cause I never did that for you.
"I am not. I'm just extremely disappointed. Someday, Skybrine, you will mature and realize the error of your ways. Then you will be capable of ruling the Nether in the way it should be ruled."
I'm not gonna rule the Nether, just freaking drop it already.
"Should we bring some to Sky- er, Skybrine?" Ian asks timidly, and it somehow warms my heart, the way he has to remind himself to call me 'Skybrine.' It makes me think that maybe he still remembers our friendship from before the third Challenge. That maybe he still believes in me, just a little.
"Screw him," spits Mitch, and I wince. "He's the reason we skipped dinner in the first place."
"Yeah... I guess," Ian says quietly, and Quentin murmurs something to him, but I can't tell what.
Slightly satisfied by their reactions to the food, I sigh and stumble over to my budder bed. I immediately fall down onto the weirdly fluffy covers, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Oh, my. I haven't had a nice, calm moment like this in a while.
"You don't deserve a calm moment."
And, the nice, calm moment is gone. Yay.
"I hate you."
Wow, that was random. But don't worry, 'cause I hate me, too.
"Good... Goodnight, son."
'Night, Dad.
"MINI-CHALLENGE, MINI-CHALLENGE, MINI-CHALLENGE!"
"Is that three mini-challenges, or are you just really excited?" I ask the air.
"I'M REALLY EXCITED. YOU HAVE FIVE MINTUES TO GET YOUR BUTTS OVER TO THE MINI-CHALLENGE BUILDING THINGY."
Well, then. I sigh and roll off my bed, yawning as I stretch slowly. Then I pull on some clothes – there's a clean set of clothing on my budder couch every morning and some pajamas there every night, and it honestly kind of freaks me out sometimes – and practically sleep-walk out of the Living Quarters.
"Oof," I whisper as I run into the door of the purple building. "Ow..."
"Nice going," Quentin compliments me sarcastically as he opens the door and walks inside with the rest of the Team. I wait a few seconds and then silently walk by Jason and Ty, who are trailing behind a bit.
"Welcome, welcome!" the GameMaster greets us, fidgeting a little in what must be excitement. Oh, boy. "Is everyone ready for the fourth mini-challenge?"
Most of the Team shrugs. I don't respond.
The GameMaster huffs. "Fine, whatever. Who wants to participate?"
"Who has to participate?" Seto asks.
"Oh, right. Uh, let's do Mitch and Skybrine."
I cross my arms and roll my eyes, but don't say anything.
"How is that random? You just glanced around the room and picked who you wanted to participate," Jason argues, crossing his arms as well. "And hasn't Sky already gone, like, three times? I think he's safe for the rest of the game show."
The GameMaster narrows his eyes at Jason, who uncrosses his arms and smiles an innocent, fake smile. "Hmph. I'll pick the participants how I want to pick them, okay? And anyways, this mini-challenge isn't really that hard, so I don't think it matters that Skybrine has to do it again. Now, who's gonna volunteer?"
Jerome's hand immediately shoots up, and Ty's and Jason's soon glances around at the group and then shrugs before raising his hand.
The GameMaster stares at Quentin and Ian.
"What?" Ian asks.
"Well, all your friends are doing it. Aren't you going to do it, too?"
"Uh, no. Didn't your parents ever tell you? If your friends jump off a bridge, don't jump after them."
"Funny you should say that," the GameMaster chuckles, "because the mini-challenge today actually involves jumping off a bridge."
"Snap, Ian, I wanna jump off a bridge!" Quentin shouts excitedly, grabbing onto Ian's forearm and jumping up and down.
Ian looks at him in disbelief. "Seriously?"
"Seriously!"
He sighs. "Fine, fish." He and Quentin raise their hands.
"Good, good. You're going to love this mini-challenge."
There's a flash of light, and in the small amount of time that it takes for me to blink, we've been transported to an entirely different place.
"Snap, Ian, I do not wanna jump off a bridge," Quentin whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching tightly to Ian's arm as the wind howls. Ian sighs at first, trying to look annoyed, but he ends up hugging Quentin and whispering gentle reassurances in his ear. Aw. They must be secretly together.
"Right! So, this mini-challenge is pretty simple. You jump off the bridge, and then you try to land in the water below."
I peek over the bridge's fairly sturdy-looking stone railing. When the GameMaster first told us we'd be jumping off a bridge, I imagined a torn down, crumbling bridge barely suspended over a rocky, raging river.
Yeah, no.
The bridge looks new, and the grass below it looks fluffy.
But it is a really long drop.
"There's only one block of water on each side of the bridge!" Ty exclaims fearfully.
"Oh, don't worry," I say, waving it off. "It's just like a game of Dropper! We played it tons of times before the game show."
"There are two problems with that, Sky," Seto says, rolling his eyes, but I smile because he forgot to say 'Skybrine.' "One: We're the only ones who remember that. And two: Do you know how many times we died while playing Dropper?"
"Oh, snap," I whisper. Right, the respawn machine that was active in most playable maps allowed us to fail multiple times before actually passing each level.
Whelp, we're doomed.
"Wait, didn't you say it was against the game show's policy to allow a player to die outside of the Challenges?" Ian asks, most-likely trying to buy Quentin some reassurance.
"Oh, you're right, I did. Well, I changed my mind," the GameMaster announces casually, shrugging.
I hiss at him. His eyes widen. "What?"
"You can't do that!" I shout, glaring at him. "No doubt at least half of us will die!"
"Skybrine, don't talk to your mother like that!"
He's not my mother, idiot. Wait, why would you think he was my mother?
"Erm, I just- Well, didn't you call him your mom earlier? Or was that someone else's life I was listening in on?"
I was being sarcastic, stupid. Good Notch, Dad, that's just sad.
He doesn't respond.
"Skybrine, I will kill them if I want to."
"No, you can't!" I argue, getting frustrated and worried. What if he does? What if he goes through with this, omigosh, my friends could die today- "What about your viewers?" I ask suddenly, getting an idea. "They wouldn't like that, would they? After all, the show would be cut short! There wouldn't be as many players!"
The GameMaster frowns, seeming to consider this. "Oh. Oh... Oh. Actually... Okay, okay, fine. No one's gonna die today. Except maybe Skybrine. I'm not protecting you, so you'd better hit that water the first time."
I shrug. I kind of expected that.
"Good, no more objections?" He glares at Ty. Jason almost speaks up, but I shoot him a glare, and he shuts his mouth.
"Brilliant! Let's begin! I'll be waiting at the bottom!" He poofs away.
I lean over the railing and peer down at the GameMaster. "Hey, William, look at this!" He moves to stand right underneath me.
"What is it?" his voice booms.
I spit a ball of saliva down at him.
It lands on his face.
:3333
"I WILL MURDER YOU!"
"Snapsnapsnapsnapsnap," I mumble, running to the other side of the bridge and then immediately jumping over the railing. Ty and Jason gasp and scream my name, but I'm concentrated on landing in the water rather than going splat on the ground.
I'm only a few seconds from the ground when I realize I'm not going to make it.
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ANYWAYS
Thoughts on Sky's continued rebellion even though his spirit was supposed to be crushed a long time ago?
Oh, and did you guys guess right on what Sky was planning to do for his friends? (I know a few of you did. Others just scared me. O.O)
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