The Murder Challenge

[PopcornPie]

"We'll be okay as long as we stay smart and calm, right?" Entrapta assured softly. This was still a social experiment in her mind; Outside help would be a unwanted variable for Jamie.

[Kennifer]

Michelle nods. She hasn't opened her eyes yet.

[Cassie]

...Gods fucking DAMMIT! HEY! WHAT THE HELLS WAS THAT FOR!? Sericle yelled in a quickly-rising tone of rage over the situation.

[PointMaid]

I can't imagine dumb and panicky will help, so... yeah. Let's go with that.

[PopcornPie]

>Entrapta simply looks at the theater doors, watching to see if they open.

[Dookie]

>Entrapta simply looks at the theater doors, watching to see if they open. (PP)

They do. You can overhear some conversations from the first floor once they do.

"The door's locked. The door's locked."

"Well if the door's locked, open it!"

"I can't! It's stuck. I've tried kicking it down."

[PopcornPie]

Ah haI. Entrapta figured that, if Jamie could get Tony so fast, then the rest of the Crazy 8s just had to be in their vicinity. She slipped upstairs as quickly as her hair could take her.

>Explore the second floor.

[Dookie]

>Explore the second floor. (PP)

There are 6 people upstairs trying to find a way out of the house.

[PopcornPie]

"HIIIIIIIIIIII!" Entrapta greeted them as if she hadn't just had a hand in their friend's death.

[Florien]

Bywyn takes some pills out of the bag and unscrews the lid. It swallows a couple.

I have just taken my possession-proof pills. I trust in them and I advise you to do the same, Mizheldtiv. Five dollars per pill, and you'll need two to be safe. FDA doesn't endorse them because they don't believe possession is the next health crisis, but they are clinically studied. If they can't puppet your flesh and bone, they can't make you do anything.

[Dookie]

"HIIIIIIIIIIII!" Entrapta greeted them as if she hadn't just had a hand in their friend's death.

“AAAH!”

Earlier immediately pulls out a pocket knife.

“Who the fuck are you? Why are you here?”

[PopcornPie]

Entrapta only moves a little backwards from the knife, still smiling. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'm Entrapta, I was chosen to be part of this 'murder game'. Did you know there are participants downstairs who died multiple times? How do you think that works? Maybe this entire dimension is a simulation!"

[Caret]

Now is Mettaton's chance to escape from this theater. Sitting in the audience feels less engaging than performing on stage. .

...That shady natural vitamin is already trying to capitalize on this crisis. If Bywyn is willing to do it, then what's stopping Mettaton?

"ARE YOU WORRIED THAT AN EVIL GHOST OR ANOTHER SUPERNATURAL ENTITY MIGHT HIJACK YOUR BODY AT 3 IN THE MORNING? TRY MTT-BRAND GHOST-B-GONE JUICE! THE ONLY SUBSTANCE PROVEN TO PREVENT 99.99% CASES OF POSSESSION ! BUY NOW FOR... OOPS. I FORGOT TO STOCK UP. BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME!"

...That was embarrassing. Anyways, Mettaton will...

> look for his bedroom

[Oggy123]

Nintendo and SEGA are clearly scared at the situation.

"Oh... oh gosh!"

[Guma]

h-how the fuck is this legal. how are you posting this onyo youtube without violating their dumb terms of service or whatever. they cant have video game music but they can have an actual god fucking snuff film.

fuck

[TenOfSwords13]

Ctharlak has also left the theatre, disapointed at a gun being used instead of something creative, and has encountered the reamaining Crazy 8s.

So, we are stuck here together, us kidnapping victims and you popular YouTubers. It also seems that the fate of you foolish mortals is being decided through a popularity contest. Once you have all calmed down, I'd suggest trying to get on our good sides.

[Florien]

Ah, yes, my vaguely eldritch companion is, of course, right. Your fate is by popularity. Of course, I shall try to only eliminate the weakest links of you so as to leave the strongest to hold the line, but I cannot guarantee these others are willing to resist the glowie menace of whoever the hell capture...

wait the fuck I just realized you subscriber numbers don't add up. It makes no sense. You collaborate constantly, but you have no subscriber overlap. I'm thinking you might have less than twenty million subscribers between you, and how many of those are dedicated viewers? Three Million? Maybe?

Look, I need a Rogan/Sekergard type figure to air me, but an audience of three million to risk of life? This is not where I want to be. To get a Rogan or a Sekergard to air me, I would risk this, but not for this bad advertising crap. This isn't even scary, I promise you, this possession crap, this murder, it's stupid. And this is being broadcast? Haelas save me, this is the worst publicity stunt since my dad tried to boost his company's reputation by hiring mercenaries to go to war against the Twelfth Company... Though those lost-media freaks are probably going to be sexually aroused by the difficulty of finding this unlikely-to-remain-up video.

Anyway, Mizheldtiv, I recommend you take my Hormone Boosting Pills to make your link stronger and less dangerous to be in. Fifty dollars per unit. That's along with the anti-possession pills. Both are clinically studied, I promise you. Not endorsed by the FDA, but they're corporate and glowie, like I was saying earlier. It is too easy to get approval if a prior thing is already in the system, so I avoid using the FDA like I avoid the assassins the government sends after me.


After saying "wait the fuck", Bywyn's accent drifts rather quickly into one which seems vaguely Mid-Atlantic before returning to the original, somewhat strange one when switching to pitch mode to sell some stuff with thinly veiled threats.

[Cassie]

By this point Sericle's already at the second floor too and-

...Look, we got dragged here too.

...I apologize on the behalf of all of us for...the death of the guy named Tony, okay. Just the fact that we were encouraged to vote at all was fucked.

Briefly she thinks a bit on how Jamie seemed to act and wondered if he was out for some vigilante justice, before shaking that thought off as the thought of people deciding to capitalize economically on the situation disgusts her briefly.

...Entrapta, can you not be so insensitive? Don't barge in like a freak and stress them out by dumping info at them. Sericle requests to Entrapta, ignoring her remark about someone dying multiple times.

I doubt getting them on our side can help dealing with Jamie, given what he's been doing to them too...

[PointMaid]

Selen(ium) follows. Yeah, none of this is right. I know nobody's had success leaving, and he's probably thought of this. But he seems unhinged, so maybe...

> She tries to call 911

[Dookie]

Entrapta only moves a little backwards from the knife, still smiling. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'm Entrapta, I was chosen to be part of this 'murder game'. Did you know there are participants downstairs who died multiple times? How do you think that works? Maybe this entire dimension is a simulation!"

"..I have no fucking clue what you're talking about, and to be honest, I don't really trust you."

[Oggy123]

"Maybe we should... take a rest..."

>Look for a bedroom.

[Dookie]

> look for a bedroom (Caret/Oggy)

You both find bedrooms upstairs that seems to fit you.

>Sh e tries to call 911 (PointMaid)

Huh. There seems to be no cell service.

[PointMaid]

Yeah, no service, that... figures. Dammit.

[TenOfSwords13]

So we are, in fact, stuck here, and will be forced into a cycle of murder and execution, until those of us who are not being controlled are the only survivors. Or the people who are controlled. Either way, I suggest that some of you foolish mortals start writing wills.

[Cassie]

...God no no no no no... The mention of "start writing wills" made Sericle uneasy.

We- We...we... The sheer doubt that she can put an early end to the killing game made her stall her own speech to discourage the others from writing their own wills.

...yeah. just write a will if you feel like it...