This is so long... I apologize ;;-;;
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Arthur and Dreamz tend to argue about every single little thing there is, the two of them refusing to agree on the same thing at all. However there was one single thing that they can agree on and that was how cringe worthy and annoying their second players were. If there was any one the two of them hated more then each other it was their counter parts and the reasoning for why was quite obvious enough.
They were just so happy and colourful and, well positive about everything whilst Dreamz and Arthur remained to be cynical, finding fault with just about any and everything that was presented to them.
And currently the first players was placed in the most dreadful situation they could possibly think of.
They were with their second players...
Now, they didn't know how they ended up there and they didn't exactly want to spend much time dwelling on that idea. Instead they would much prefer running away and leaving before some sort of madness takes over. But of course before they could even think about that there had to be some form of interaction to take place.
"It's been a long time since we've seen one another, huh?" Mare smiled sweetly. She hasn't changed all that much, still annoying as always.
"Not long enough." Dreamz snorted out, looking incredibly done with the situation. "Hey what's wrong Mare? Feeling a bit... Chilly?"
At that Mare shifted in her spot, tugging on the sleeves of the jacket she wore. Ever since their last encounter she had opted to wearing long sleeve shirts or jackets in order to hide the burn scars that had now branded her arms.
"I- I'm not cold." She stuttered out. "It's just a fashion statement."
"Well it's a tacky one."
"Now, now. Let's not be awful to one another." Oliver said kindly. "Let's just all settle down and have a nice lovely discussion, yes? Are any of you hungry? I have cupcakes."
"Poisoned?" Arthur asked in a dry sense. All Oliver did was continue to smile, only looking to be slightly confused.
"Oh no. Of course they're not poisoned! Why should I do that when there's guests over?"
"Well it hasn't stopped you before." Arthur retaliated. His eyes swept around the room, looking quite disgusted by it's interior design alongside the sickly sweet smell.
"Oh Arthur, I thought we were on better terms now."
"Yes, you thought. But then you went ahead and thought it was a grand idea to kidnap me."
"Now, now I think we're just assuming things. Cupcake?"
"Absolutely not."
Dreamz stood there, glancing from her nemesis to the pair of second players noting down the situation she was in, "okay I think I'm just going to leave now." She announced, turning to just do that. But Mare grabbed a hold of her wrist, not wanting her to do so.
"But you just got here!" She said. "Oh please, just stay for a while? I know things haven't been well between us so... So why don't we start a new? Yes let's do that!"
Oliver glanced at her warmly, "yes that is a good idea."
"Well I disagree." Arthur replied in a blunt fashion. Dreamz again looked from him before looking over their sunshine and colour loving opposites.
"Now I would say I disagree as well..." She said slowly. "But if I say that then I'll be having the same opinion as you and I don't want that."
This then in turn caused the blonde to roll his eyes and sigh in exasperation, "has anyone told you how ridiculously immature you are?"
"Yeah well has anyone told you how annoying you are?"
"Has anyone told you to shut up?"
"Now look who's being the immature one."
"And look who still has no manners."
"Hey I have manners!"
"A poor excuse of them."
"Fighting only creates more problems." Mare said grinning, her believing that she was helping the situation. But of course it didn't, the only thing it caused was the more cynical pair to shoot glares at her. "Now I think so far everything has been incredibly negative, so why don't we brighten everything up slightly?"
"No."
"Oliver and I have an announcement."
"This can't be good..." Arthur muttered under his breathe, continuing to look around for the exit so he could just leave.
Mare just ignored that, embracing Oliver's arm as her grin widened, "we're dating!" And as if to confirm that she leaned up and place her lips upon his.
Meanwhile Arthur and Dreamz stared in absolute horror, Arthur looking as if he was going to throw up whilst Dreamz looked as if she was suffering a mental breakdown. High pitch noises came from her as she tried to wrap her mind around it, Arthur just spluttered unable to comprehend it at all.
"They don't look happy about that..."
And that was proven so as Dreamz slowly sunk to the ground, curling up into a ball.
"It's not real." She whispered, her eyes wide as golf balls. "It's just a nightmare..."
Mare decided to smile at that, looking proud for some unknown reason, "hey that's my name!"
"It's all fake... A fabrication... This can't be reality. This.. No.. No... No... No... No.. No.. No.. No.. No.."
"Oh bloody hell where's the exit when you need it?!" Arthur demanded getting more frantic with wanting to escape this hell.
At that Oliver pouted, looking to be offended by how his counterpart was acting, "aren't you happy about us being together?"
"OF COURSE I'M BLOODY NOT!" He snapped, his own green eyes looking wild. "You.. her... It's just... It's not right!"
"Our relationship is not right?"
"No it bloody isn't! She's basically a slag!"
At that insult Mare sniffled, tears blossoming in her eyes. Instantly jumping into her defense Oliver furrowed his brow, looking unhappy, "don't call my poppet that..."
"Oh you don't mean to tell me that-"
"Y- you know w- we were just wanting t- to fix th- things." Mare stuttered out, her emotions clearly getting the best of her in this situation. "I- I guess I sh- should have know th- that things w- wouldn't h- have gone well... E- Especially after you burned me Dr- Dreamz."
Dreamz was then snapped from her constant muttering, frowning as she rotated herself slightly as she looked at her counterpart, "okay first off that was all you sheila and second of all that was Jett who burned you. I was too busy BEING TIED UP TO HAVE DONE ANYTHING."
"Why do you k- keep bl- blaming me for things I- I w- w- would never do?!" She wailed. Instantly Oliver's eyes hardened, an unknown emotion entering their depths.
"You.. You hurt my poppet? You dare blame her for things she didn't do?"
"OH MY GOD." Dreamz exclaimed loudly, standing up. "You seriously can't take her side on this! She nearly murdered me! She freaking meddled with my relationship with Jett and then TRIED TO BURN ME ALIVE."
"Sh- she just keeps making up all these stories." Mare babbled, tears streaming down her face. "I try to be nice and help her and she just.. She just... She just rejects it all."
"OH COME ON. GROW A PAIR."
"She keeps getting mad at me." Mare wailed out taking cover behind Oliver. Dreamz opened her mouth about to yell some more but then she paused to think.
"Oh... This is another one of your manipulation tricks, ain't it?" She growled out.
"Stop that!" Oliver commanded, now looking less like the happy and joyful man he was before. Now.. Now he looked like he was going to commit murder. "I will not stand by and allow you to insult my poppet and speak such lies!"
"LIES?!"
"Keep your mouth shut." Arthur hissed out, glaring at Dreamz. But it was too late for Oliver was mad enough as it is and for a moment he looked incredibly demonic making both Arthur and Dreamz pause for a moment to actually assess their situation.
"Sacrifice!" Dreamz yelled out as she grabbed a hold of Arthur and shoved him into Oliver's path before sprinting away.
Arthur stumbled but managed to dodge a swipe from his counterpart's knife. When he regained his footing he then proceeded to run, adding a burst of speed so that he could overtake Dreamz and force her into a situation where she had to deal with the now crazed baker. Unfortunately though they only managed to run at level, Arthur unable to overtake her for she was desperate to not allow that to happen.
"You've really done it now New South Wales." Arthur grumbled, glancing behind him to see that they were still being chased. "Do you even have any brain cells?!"
"Oh shut it mate, you were the one that started to make fun of their relationship." She hissed out.
"And you just had to make fun of Mare?"
"Hey those were all true things I said!" She defended. Before the angry banter could continue it's course a knife said between them. Dreamz then looked over her shoulder. "HA! YA MISSED MATE!"
"How dumb are you?!"
No answer was given though as Dreamz was more concentrated in finding some form of shelter, and upon spotting what appeared to be a vacant room her expression brightened. Willing herself to use up more energy she hurtled through and barged into the room, Arthur following behind her closely to ensure that she wouldn't leave him alone to deal with his psychotic second player. As soon as he entered they shut the door and locked it, breathing out in attempts to calm their racing hearts.
"That was all your fault by the way." Dreamz said as she pushed herself the door and began walking around.
"My fault?! What did I do?!"
"You started insulting them!"
"Okay while yes I admit that was probably the least intellectual thing I have done in my life span, you are not one to talk New South Wales. You continued to fuel that fire."
"Well there wouldn't have to be a fire if you just kept your mouth shut!"
"This is what I mean by immature, you appear to have the inability to keep your bloody mouth shut!"
"Oh shut it Mr Bexit." The girl snapped. "Now as much as I want to prove you wrong and argue with you I need to calm up with an idea to get out of here."
"So you mean to tell me you're going to get out of here on you're own?"
"That's the plan." She strolled over the window and opened it up, looking outside. Her initial plan was to use this as an escape but when seeing how far the drop was and how there was nothing around to aid her in the descent she decided to cross it off her list.
"Well I'm sorry to crush your dreams-"
A snort came from the girl which Arthur ignored.
"But you won't be able to do so on your own, you'll need help."
"You don't think I can do it."
"I know you can't do it! Just look at yourself! You're just a province, and a immature one at that!"
Hearing that Dreamz clasp her hands together, a girlish smile manipulating her features, "oh Arthur! Such kind words you say! Now that you've said that I will listen to you and go against my intentions!" She then dropped the act, her face falling back into irritation. "Listen to me mate, I'm getting out of here and I do not for the life of me need your help."
"Did I imply that you will need my help? No I just said I know you won't be able to do it."
"You had implied that I will need your help."
"Well what exactly is your plan? Hmm? Thought any further then getting out of here?" He demanded.
All the girl did was roll her eyes as she strolled past him. She shoved him out of the way and placed her head against the door- trying to listen out for any movement outside.
"If I run into them, I beat them. But other then that I just plan on running right through."
"Do you even remember where the front door is?"
"I'll find it." She frowned as no sounds met her ears other then Arthur's obnoxious rambling. Sighing slightly she opened the door up slightly, making sure it didn't make any noise. She popped her head out, looking down both ways of the hallway to see if any of the second players were in sight. But before she could come up with a conclusion she felt a hands colliding with her back- sending her straight out into the hall. She stumbled forwards, turning around so that she could reenter the room but she couldn't as the door slammed shut in front of her face- it being locked.
Her mouth dropped open, eyes bulging out of her head. She spluttered, taken aback by the actions that had just happened.
"You... You... You fustilarian!" She snapped in bafflement. It was indeed a strange insult to hear from her but due to her being in the midst of a bet where she cannot swear she had to rest on the Shakespearean insults. "You absolute starvelling!"
On the opposite side of the door she could hear Arthur gasp in offense.
"You dare call taint the British Empire's name?!" He demanded.
"Yes I dare! I dare so much that I even dare to bite my thumb at you." She countered.
"You... Thou art a boil, a plague sore." He hissed out, quoting the line from King Lear.
"Yeah well you're fawning, earth-vexing giglet!"
Before they could continue on with this slightly strange exchange a pair of footsteps sounded making Dreamz tense. She looked over her shoulder seeing that Oliver was looking around for the pair and in his hand was a knife. Her lips twisted in thought, her mind wandering as she thought more of her situation.
As of current she was without a weapon besides her fists and she had realized that fighting an angry man who had a weapon might not be the smartest thing she could do. And when thinking that she couldn't help but let out a low groan of annoyance.
"Come to your senses yet harlot?"
"I am not a harlot!" She hissed. She glance over her shoulder seeing that Oliver was taking his sweet time. Yes she knew she could make a run for it but she did know that would not secure her chances of escaping. "I'm just going to assume you've already made a plan, yes?"
"Hmm I suppose you can say that. And since you're already outside you get to serve as bait." He said in a rather careless fashion. All Dreamz could do was growl lowly, unhappy.
"Fantastic." She murmured, sarcasm dripping from her words. "Now what happens if it doesn't work?"
"Well then i won't have to deal with you ever again." She heard him answer, this allowing her to sink further in her bad mood.
"I won't hesitate to flip those tables." She replied. "Now just tell me what sort of hell I have to go through for your entertainment."
And at that the boy told her his plan, explaining each and every single detail to her and whilst that was happening Dreamz kept her eye on Oliver's movements seeing him getting closer and closer. And before Arthur could even finish his lecture Dreamz slammed her hands against the door to serve as a warning as she sprinted, now grabbing a hold of Oliver's attention.
She moved around swiftly, taking lunges as she was full of new energy- laughter leaving her lips.
"Aw come on Ollie! You're too slow mate!" She teased ducking down as a knife sailed over her head. "Has anyone ever told you that you don't throw your weapons around?" She spun around, taking wide steps to cover more space and to evade Oliver's attacks more easily.
She paid attention to him and his movements, taking note of where his eyes were so that she knew to move away from that area. But whilst she paid attention to him she also paid attention to behind him, watching as Arthur quietly exit the room and sped off in some other direction.
So in order to follow the plan and to make sure that Arthur doesn't double cross her Dreamz began to move in a way that would direct Oliver over to where his counterpart went- Dreamz taunting and teasing him the whole time to fuel this psychotic anger.
She lead him further down the hallway, her beginning to run low on energy as she sloppily dodged another swipe which resulted in a deep cut being created on her cheek. She frowned at that, a surge of violence grabbing her attention- but she snuffled it out knowing that it won't help her if she retaliated in the way she wanted too. She just continued to dodge and fake attacks until she got into the position she had to be.
The man lunge forwards and the girl ducked down making him sail over head. She turned swiftly around just as he was about to have another go at a stab, her hands fixating themselves around his wrist which she twisted around before forcing his arm into an awkward angle that forced the knife to leave his grasp. The Australian then proceeded to push the arm into him; shoving him into the closet behind him where the door was then shut by Arthur- trapping him.
A few moments of silence past between them, the two thinking of what had just happened.
"You were actually... Co-operative..." Arthur said in surprise, blinking a bit.
"And you... Actually made some sort of sense." Dreamz said slowly. She too blinked, trying to wrap her mind around it all but then she decided to shake it off- not wanting to put too much thought into it. "That was... I guess... An okay plan..."
"And that was some... Good dodging..."
Silence followed that.
And then Dreamz offered her hand, "shake on it?"
Arthur stared at it and hesitated, but the hesitation didn't last long as he ever so slightly began to move- as if about to accept it.
But then Dreamz drew her hand away to dab , kicking him in the shins before running away laughing.
"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE EXIT IS YOU HARLOT!"