Chapter 9: The Dome

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by Kms48150

by Kms48150

Hand God's POV

I woke up drenched in sweat, just like I did everyday, and I immediately had to piss; probably because of the 12 white claws I had downed the night before. Being a supervillain was hard work, and so was listening to One Direction constantly. Anyways, I go to the bathroom and pee for a solid two minutes. Don't you hate when writers don't include bathroom breaks for their characters? It's so unrealistic, and it really takes me out of the moment. Once I'm done in there, I DON'T wash my hands (or else they won't be sticky anymore) and I head over to my tech center, where I can see on the giant screen that One Direction has shape-shifted into Matthew Morrison and is rapping all the parts of Non Stop from Hamilton. I can't do this anymore. I pull out a shotgun and burst into the dome where I've been holding 1D and MHSVC captive.

As I got closer, Matthew Morrison transformed back into One Direction.

"Don't 'urt 'em." 1D cried out "They're carrying our baby."

"Oh god I can't take any more of you!" I yelled. I shot Bria in the head, then the neck, then the leg, then I shot Zayn in the dick n' bawls, killing him instantly, before the rest of them began to hit and punch me.

"LOOK! He left the door open." They all ran off, but not before someone kicked me in the head and gave me a severe concussion: knocking me out.

MHSVC POV

We all spit on the Hand God's body before trucking it out the open door of the Malnourished Event's Danger Dome (TM). Once we made it out to the tour bus, we avoided the paralyzing gaze of the One Direction vinyls on the side of bus and hopped in. We did a quick head count and realized that we had lost Sierra and Hope in the dome somewhere. Then we realized that it had been a stressful week and it was time to 420 blaze it and ingest 400mg of edibles.

When we woke up the next morning, Nate was standing over our intertwined bodies.

"So y'all really did weed without me? What the fuck." He pulled out a knife and stabbed Sean before dashing out the door.

"That's what you get for being a two-timing whore, MHSVC!" He screamed before heelying away.

"We should really relocate." One Direction muttered sullenly. "We can't let this keep happening. Bus driver! Take us to our secret place." they said with a saucy wink and a secretive smile. Megan Weeks nodded knowingly and started driving to an unknown location.

"One Direction?"

"Yes, Luv?" One Direction said is their heads swiveled to meet our saddened gaze.

"Do you really love us?" we questioned.

"Of course we do!" They replied with a shock. "What would ever make you think that we don't?"

"Well..." we muttered, our gaze lowered in shame for doubting them, "It feels like you're keeping us a secret from the world. Have you even told anyone about us?"

"....No. To be honest, we're scared. Any time one of us has announce that we're in a relationship, the media freaks out, and ends up ruining the relationship."

"Do you think we can't handle that? We've all been performing for years!" we cried, tears beginning to well in our sky-colored seeing balls.

"I'm sorry, luv, but our fame is more intense than anything you've experienced, and we just wanted to protect you."

"It seems more like you just wanted to horde all the fame to yourselves."

"MHSVC!..."

We stormed off before they could finish, rushing into the bathroom and slamming the door behind us. We sat there in silence, stubbornly refusing to let our tears fall.

One Direction POV

OI GOVNA WOT THE BLOODY 'ELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?!