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✎ School starts next week for me. AP classes go brrr
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[Timeskip to the next day brought to you by Y/n showering with 4-in-one shampoo]
BANG BANG!!
It appears I have, yet again, been woken up by a wild Toby yielding two pans. A blissful morning is something I may never see again apparently.
"Yknow, you've only done this twice and I'm already sick of it," I rubbed the middle of my temples as I slowly sat up from the bed.
"Yea I know, that's why I'm gonna keep doing it," he stated casually, putting the pans down to his side.
"I am now considering death as a better option," I mumbled sarcastically. Well, if this persists I might actually consider it. Pans are not at all a lovely alarm clock.
"Okay okay it's time you eat something," Toby turned to his heel to prance out of my room.
"Yes. Food shall solve my dilemma," I rolled my eyes, groggily climbing out of bed to follow him.
"Food solves everything!" He cheered, throwing one of the pans up in the air. Which turned out to not be the best idea seeing it come slamming down on his head. But he couldn't feel anything, so it really didn't matter to him. God, this guy has probably had a myriad of concussions without acknowledgment.
"Yup. Sure does."
During the walk to the kitchen, I divulged my own thoughts. It was...odd witnessing a group of literal murderers executing similar interactions to that of normal people. How they can sustain humane humor-for the most part- was staggering in my mind.
Eventually, I had to shake off those thoughts when I was
[Timeskip after breakfast brought to you by me doing an epic backflip]
Again, I had prepared myself a musubi. I also ensured to keep close watch of Toby to guarantee he wouldn't hurt himself again. It made sense how I would be the only one who cares for his well-being. I still possess humanity in me which is something undoubtedly a group of murderers would lack.
I had finished eating so I decided to sit down at the dining table and indulge in my imagination again. I was snapped back to reality as soon as I did when Toby pulled a chair next to me.
"Hey y/n, uhm, I'll let you in on a secret," he leaned in rather close.
"Oh?" I titled my head. I didn't dare to move, seeing that if I did, he might overthink that the gesture was one of disliking.
"The next test will-will be you, Thomas, and Tucker fighting against one another. But before you guys enter the trial area, you-you will be instructed to choose weapons in a room," he began explaining.
"I know-know you and Thomas are friends so the best weapon in that room is a small pistol with a purple handle. I know you don't want to kill Tucker. That would be too much-much to bear for you. So, this weapon will only knock-knock him unconscious. It's a weapon with poisoned darts as bullets. I'd suggest you choose that one," he suggested.
"Thank you, but. Why are you telling me this?" I spoke my mind. It was odd. Why would he be telling me this? However, there's also the possibility he's playing deceptively.
"You have the most potential here and well, it might not seem like it but most of us want new faces around here," he stated. Judging by his tone, he seemed genuine. I can only hope he is.
"I see. Well, thank you, Toby."
"Oh! And also, this part is important so none of us get caught. When going into that room, just think of TV static so The Master can't interpret your thoughts," he noted. It seemed like a really useful tip and trick for future use. Well, that is if I even secure a future here.
"Ahh thank you."
Shortly thereafter, The Master made his presence known to us in the room. He also seemed to have brought another individual I had yet to meet. However, my focus wasn't honed in on the unknown person.
"I hope your wounds and injuries from the last test have sufficed. Now, we shall move onto the next test. To put it simply, you three will be fighting against each other. The tests will end when either one or two out of three of you have been knocked unconscious, immobilized, surrendered, or have been killed," The Master explained.
My mind immediately began strategizing. What Toby had mentioned was indeed true. Thomas and I are on good terms so teaming up would be the wisest idea. There's potential in him as well. Tucker...Definitely has the physical traits, but lacks knowledge and character. Two traits that I've always been taught to be the key to true success.
"Now, you will be escorted by one of my three Proxies. You have already acknowledged Toby and Masky. This is Hoodie," he outstretched his slender arm to a foreign individual. He wore a yellow hoodie accompanied by a mask obscuring his face. The 'eyes' were dyed a scarlet red and the 'mouth' had been drawn on as a frown.
"Getting very creative with the names."
"Toby, take Tucker. Masky, take Thomas. And Hoodie, please take Y/n," The Master instructed.
"Yes sir," 'Hoodie' said. His voice was deep and hypnotic in a way. It was similar to Masky's but more soft-spoken.
To my surprise, he had gently wrapped an arm around my own, lightly tugging on my arm towards a direction foreign to me. I emphasize how gentle he was seeing everyone else likes yanking me everywhere.
We were all led to a room. Upon entering, it seemed more like a chamber. A chamber that held a vast range of weapons. To my luck, Slender's presence was gone, so I felt I did not have to worry about clouding my thoughts. Regardless, I still did it. I honed my mind to think of TV static upon walking in. This was extremely difficult. However, no suspicions were yet raised.
"Please, pick a weapon of your choosing. You all have a minute," Hoodie informed. All three stood with their hands behind their back, watching our every movement intensely.
"A pistol will make things quick and easy," I voiced out in my head. Even if Slender wasn't here, it was best to be cautious. I don't know the 'radius of his telepathy.
I grasp a small pistol with a purple handle, just as Toby described. Deep down, I was hoping what Toby had said would work out. I turn back to Hoodie and he seemed to 'stare' intently at the pistol in my hand. I hope I hadn't raised any suspicions. Especially from him. I had yet to find out what he was capable of.
"Please, follow us," Hoodie instructed.
"God, how am I supposed to deal with Tucker?"
We were then led down the hall, turning right to a small room. Opening the door, it was revealed to be a triangular small room. The walls seemed to be made of steel and iron. Looking above, there was a window revealing a room that was elevated from this one.
"You will be entering this small room. As you may notice, there are windows above. That's where we will be analyzing you. If needed, we may intervene," Hoodie spoke.
"Y/n, purple corner. Tucker, blue corner. Thomas, green corner." Masky instructed.
We all cautiously walked to our corners. I was honestly thinking this was a trap.
"Hurry up," Masky scolded. We hastily rushed to our corners knowing well of what Masky could do when he's pissed. None of us wanted that. Once we were all settled in our positions, the three Proxies seemingly teleported to the upper area.
"Was that an ability they've always had?"
"Use any means to get either one or both opponents out," Hoodie spoke.
"Now, begin," Masky instructed. Just as he finished, the windows were tinted a translucent grey, obscuring visuals of them.
I darted my attention back to the other two. Tucker immediately darted in my direction, raising a bat to swing at me.
I sprinted to the right. He continued dashing toward me so I was unable to get a clear shot.
All I could do was play the defensive role. T
Thomas seemed to be staying in his corner, avoiding the both of us.
"AHHH STAY FUCKING STILL!" Tucker raged, charging toward me, teeth clenched and a deadly grip on his bat.
Reacting fast enough, I dashed to the left.
He was using his right hand so I was directly in front of him.
Using my right arm, I gripped his right hand between my elbow and forearm. This way, he was unable to move his right hand.
He grunted as he desperately tried to remove his hand from my grip. "LET GO OF ME DAMN BRAT!"
"Uhm, how about no?"
Using my left elbow, I swiftly slammed it into the side of my neck directly below his jaw.
He audibly choked, dropping a hold on the bat to support his neck.
"This is my only chance."
Swiftly pulling out the gun, I immediately pulled the trigger the moment I had aimed at him. A small dart shot out, piercing into his skin and injecting a turquoise fluid into him.
My eyebrows furrowed down with caution. Anything could happen. Toby could've lied. The fluid might affect him in a different way. I could only hope it wasn't any form of steroids.
I stared intently at his, hopefully, unconscious body. I observed for even the slightest movement. To my luck, none had presented itself.
"Now, will you two choose to fight one another? If you do, the winner automatically passes all of the tests," Hoodie inquired.
I didn't really have to think hard on my answer so I immediately responded, "tempting, but my answer is no. We both can work together on the tests, can we not?"
"You can," Hoodie informed.
"Then, I agree. We won't fight," Thomas confirmed with a nervous voice.
"Wise answer. You two pass. Tucker will, unfortunately, have to be executed," Masky informed.
"We understand," I stuttered out. My head hung low as a realization crept on me.
"I just lead a person to their execution..."
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Hoodie will be added as you gain more interaction with him.
PERCENTAGES
𝑱𝒆𝒇𝒇 >> 1.5% (no change)
𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒚 >> 8% (no change)
𝑻𝒐𝒃𝒚 >> 21% Admired your combat skills. You were able to disarm Tucker.
𝑷𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒓 >> 8% (no change)
𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 >> 32%((no change)