Phantasm: An MCC Story

Chapter Two: The Games Begin

Scott raised his hands before slowly lowering them again, silently asking the crowd of people to quiet down. "I know this is an odd situation to be in, but we need to stay calm. Trust me, as soon as I find a way out, I will send you all home. Until then, it looks like we will have to play the games."

Beside Tommy, Phil raised his hand. "What do you mean, 'play the games'?"

Scott swallowed hard. "Um, well, the event is still going to happen. The countdown has already begun and I can't stop it. We will have to play the games."

Sapnap shrugged and leaned back in his seat. "Doesn't sound like a problem! We've got this. Give me someone to fight. I'm ready."

George looked at Sapnap as he took off his sunglasses to put them on his forehead. "You don't know how to fight, Sapnap."

"Says who? I'm great at PVP!"

George grabbed Sapnap's wrists and held them up to his eyes. "Look at your hands, Sapnap. Do you see a mouse?"

Sapnap began to lose his confidence. "I mean, I'm still holding my mouse in real life. I'll be fine!"

The two were pulled from their conversation when Scott cleared his throat. "I regret to inform you all that you'll be working with your skills you currently have in the real world. You can't rely on your gaming skills to get you through these games."

Tommy glanced at Tubbo as everyone began talking over each other, each one panicking over lacking the necessary skills to build things or wield weapons. Tubbo was one of the only people not speaking. He sat beside Fundy, deep in thought. His expression was unreadable.

"That's enough, everyone!" Scott called out. "Please keep your words and actions classy. You are all still live-streaming. We don't need someone getting canceled because they reacted the wrong way."

"Wait, we're live?" Tommy asked.

Scott nodded. "You all went live and never ended the stream. The people on the outside can see everything. Think of your eyes as the camera they are looking through."

Tommy saw Ranboo hold himself in the corner of his eye, Dream shifting uncomfortably beside him. Neither of them seemed to be too excited about their faces being broadcasted to the entire world. But, like Dream had stated before, they had bigger problems now. Tommy couldn't focus on their faces and he hoped they wouldn't either.

Scott motioned to a table against the wall. Set out in cases were color coated earpieces of some sort. "This is what we will use to communicate with each other as well as listen to donations." He picked one up to show it off to the crowd. "There is a switch on the side. Switch it to the left, and you will be able to talk to your teammates no matter how far away you are from each other. Switch it to the right, and you can hear text to speech donations if someone donates at least $50. You each have one that has your name on it and is the same color of your team." Scott slid the earpiece on. "Please come up and grab your earpiece."

Tommy followed everyone else as they all got up and hunted down their earpiece. Dream passed Tommy his as he put his own in his ear. Tommy switched it to his team and gently placed it in his ear. It was surprisingly comfortable and still allowed Tommy to hear quite well. He also could barely feel the piece of plastic sticking out of his ear.

"We will have to vote on the first game soon, so I suggest we talk it out as a group," Scott said, looking down the middle of the decision dome where multiple games were advertised. "We need to consider the danger each one could bring as well as how well we will be able to work with the skills we have. Obviously, games like Parkour Warrior and Sky Blockle are out."