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✎ School has officially begun for me (for like 4 weeks now).
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█ 15%
██ 30%
███ 45%
████ 60%
█████ 75%
██████ 100%
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"You pass Y/n L/n,"
A wave of relief cascaded over me. I heaved a heavy relieved sigh, smiling as I rested my head against the pole behind me to catch pent-up breaths. A slither of hope in survival was still present.
"Oh, thank goodness..."
My heart began relaxing from its prior racing pace. That is until Ben decided to be a fuck-tard and glitch right in front of me, jolting my heart rate again.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack!?" I exclaimed from the result of shock. If this was Hoodie, Jeff, or Masky maybe I would've refrained from shouting. But to my luck, this guy didn't seem the type to get off to violence.
"No? Ahhh I'm just that attractive aren't I?" He smirked proudly, straightening his back to pose with pride.
Actually, I think getting smacked in the face by Masky would've been much better...
"How in the hell did you pass any sort of test that involves intelligence..." I groaned.
"Ouchie, that hurtie" he playfully pouted with a sing-song voice.
"God, he's cringey as hell...more cringey than me in middle school."
[We all have to agree, middle school was our worst years]
"Now, you may be wondering- why the hell are you guys using riddles to test intelligence? We don't just rely on academic knowledge. We rely heavily on thinking out of the box, and quickly at that. But this is just 'the entrance exam' for lack of better words. Depending on what role you get, you may have to endure more," he explained, rambling over his words rapidly like a little kid rambling about their first day of school. I could process the general idea, some words were lost in my head.
"I sure hope I don't get a role that entails I will be stuck with you," I mumbled with a voice mixed with entire seriousness and slight sarcasm.
"Awww but I'm the only one here with a good sense of humor. Don't people like that?" He playfully pouted, elbowing the side of my arm.
"Not at the expense of radiating cringe wherever you go," I smirked knowing that I had immediately won the argument.
"Ouch. You're mean," He playfully brought a hand to his chest, asking as if there was a pain in his chest.
"Good," I smirked.
His demeanor had a slight change as knelt down to my level. Silence fell over us as he stared down at my restrained state.
"Okay, what the fuck is going on now,"
He ever so slowly leaned forward, practically inches from my face. I found myself slowly backing up against the pole. What the hell was he doing? He stayed where he was for a few moments before abruptly changing back to his cheery self.
"Gonna remove these restraints, don't cha think?" He smirked at my baffled expression.
"Damn. Playing with emotions now?"
He leaned past my side to access the keyhole of the shackles placed on my wrists. He was so close. I could practically hear every move he made. I heard the jingles of keys fumbling around and then a click as my wrists were finally relieved from the shackles. I retreated my hands back in front of me, massaging my wrist bones.
"By the way, when you said you had a little brain. Just know that's not true. Kay?" His voice seemed genuine for once. He flashed a grin a finger gunned at me.
"Kay..." A brow furrowed downward. Man, I am not accustomed to affection.
He led me outside of the room so we were back roaming around the hallways.
"You did surprisingly well! Give yourself a round of applause! You've actually come close to passing!" He cheered, literally clapping his hands around in a circle.
"I am hoping on my life I don't get the unfortunate to get stuck with you," I mumbled but purposefully loud enough for him to hear.
"Jeez jeez cmon us fellow big brains must stick together-" He softly punched my side.
"I would rather hang out with Jeff than being stuck with you," I chuckled at my own remark.
"I can supply you free potato chips," he bargained.
"...damn, okay maybe I'll reconsider," I genuinely rethought my choices. Chips are always a good deal...Damn me for easily falling for a simple food bargain.
"That's the spirit!" He cheered.
"I'm just in for the chips."
A thought suddenly came to mind, "wait- aren't we supposed to report back to The Master?"
"He was within radius to speak telepathically, so I just told him the results. Four out of six!" He explained, holding up four fingers. He sure was the animated type.
"How do you know he's within radius?" I inquired.
"Well, when you're assigned your role, you'll first have to endure...a transformation, for lack of a better word. We'll see! If you pass the last test!
"Ahh, I almost forgot about that last one," my confidence wavered in the tone of my voice.
"Tch, o'course you did," a rough, coarse voice grumbled from not too far in front of us.
"Speak of the devil..." I rolled my eyes due to them being sore at the sight of Jeff.
"They actually passed?" He turned his gaze to Ben, pointed at me with a thumb. He seemed baffled that I passed. It was certainly a way of insulting me without insulting me directly.
"Hell yeah, they did! There were some tough riddles! There were a few that stumped me as well! She surprisingly got the last one!" Ben reasoned out, luckily defending me.
"What the dumbass get?" He crossed his arms and seemed genuinely interested in my score.
"Wouldn't exactly call them a dumbass but a 4/6!" Ben held four fingers directly in front of his face. Jeff only swatted his hand away, only...their hands didn't make physical contact. Jeff's hand seemingly phased through Ben's hand. I'm honestly not surprised about this type of paranormal shit anymore.
"The bare minimum... Heard Thomas got a five out of six. He missed the last one," Jeff spoke.
"Hah! But she got the last one! That's pretty pog!" Ben exclaimed defending me. I would've been flattered if he didn't include 'pog' in his sentence.
"Holy fuck Ben, don't ever say that again," Jeff smacked the back of Ben's head, earning a punch in the side as retaliation.
"What? Pretty?" Ben joked.
"You know what 'slang' I'm talking about," Jeff seethed through gritted teeth.
"...But?" Ben persisted in playing around.
"Don't try me Ben" Venom dripped from Jeff's words. Are these two seriously going to conjure up a fight over some stupid slang?
"Or what? ...Mr. Woods?" Ben edged him on.
"Oh, you've done it now damn bitch-" Jeff seethed venom through gritted teeth. He suddenly lunged onto Ben with full force, knocking him straight into the wall with a thundering thud.
I felt my heart leap out of my chest from the sudden heightened tension. I found myself slightly paralyzed, puzzled as to what to do. These two were practically superhuman, there was nothing much I could do or say. However, I was able to muster up a few words. "I hate to be the one to say this guys but violence is not the answer!" I stumbled and stuttered with fear over my words, almost immediately regretting even opening my mouth.
"Yeah?" Jeff's head snapped towards me, and that very glare was enough to make me shake where I stood, "Well violence is actually the question and the answer is yes-" he seethed, throwing Ben to the side.
That sure is an irrational way of thinking...
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I'm soo so so so sorry for the long-ass wait. School is a bitch. So is falling in love again.
PERCENTAGES
Ben will soon be added as you interact more.
𝑱𝒆𝒇𝒇 >> 1.6% Lowkey impressed you were knowledgeable enough to pass.
𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒚 >> 8% (no change)
𝑻𝒐𝒃𝒚 >> 21% (no change)
𝑷𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒓 >> 6% (no change)
𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 >> 32%((no change)