chapter 1
Tony POV (2nd person)
"Oh FUCK OFF!!"
You had been playing this stupid fucking game for like, what, a day? two days? You lost count after maybe 8 hours. You honestly don't really care anyway, you are doing something important, and it's called playing Mario Kart.
You had vowed to get all the trophies to prove to Hellena that you were way better at Mario Kart than her. Hellena is one of your roommate's friends and admittedly, you have a crush on her. She is so cool. She's tall with cyan hair and earthy green eyes, and she doesn't talk much but when she does her voice is so captivating.
Besides all that though, she always fucking kicks your ass at Mario Kart. It's not even fair anymore, she doesn't even let you win. So, you decided that you were going to spend the weekend becoming an absolute god at this game.
Unfortunately, its not going very well; you're still on the leaf cup. You keep fucking losing to goddamn computers. And some of the tracks are just fucking awful. Who even designed this horse shit? The amount of times you've fallen on Rainbow Road is insane.
Anyway, you're not stopping until you get every trophy there is to get. And that means no breaks, no sleep, and no texting either. You're definitely gonna kick Hellena's ass in Mario Kart after this.
chapter 2
Vincent POV (1st person)
Tony hasn't been responding to any of my texts today. I wonder if it's because I have been busy all weekend? I have like 4 finals on Monday, so I've been at the library since 6:00am to 3:00pm studying and then going straight to sleep. But right now I'm grocery shopping, and I need Tony to tell me what I need to buy. So why hasn't he answered? He'd usually at least take a picture of the fridge and pantry, but he hasn't even read it!
Okay, maybe he's just mad or something, it happens. But what the hell would make him that mad? You know what? Let me ask Hellena before I worry too much, she usually knows what's up.
V: hey what's up with tony?
V: he hasn't been responding to my texts all weekend
H: I don't know, he hasn't been texting me like he usually does either.
H: The last time I saw him was on Thursday when we played Mario Kart.
V: come to think of it, i havent seen tony either
V: i know he works most of the day but he usually makes dinner
H: Should we check on him?
V: yeah thats probably a good idea
V: meet me at home in like an hour or so
V: im shopping atm
Okay, seems like today I'm just gonna have to guess what we need.
chapter 3
Vincent POV
"Hey Hellena!" I say as she arrives in her hot pink Lamborghini. I always wonder how she got the money for a car like that, but she never tells me the same thing. One time she said she found it in a dumpster, and another time she said she got it from a pirate in Canada.
"Hi, Vincent," she says with her moderately thick french accent, "do you need help with the groceries?" She adjusts her sunglasses as she talks, making sure she looks perfect, as always. She is definitely the coolest person I hang out with. She wears a mauve pirate coat with a black graphic t-shirt and big black boots with fur on the inside. I can see why Tony has such a big crush on her, but as cool as she is, I'm not really interested in her. She's an amazing friend, and I hope it stays like that.
"Yeah, thanks," I reply, opening the trunk to my car, and promptly trying to get the most bags possible so I don't have to take more than one trip. Hellena does the same, carrying the other half of the bags inside.
After putting the groceries down, we look for Tony. There weren't many rooms, so it was pretty easy to find him in his room with a blanket covering himself and the tv. As we walk into the room, we're hit with an awful stench of piss and sweat, and...shit????
"Tony, what the fuck???" I ask while gagging. I look around the dark room littered with empty monster energy cans and some cans carefully lined up by the tv.
"Fuck off, I'm busy," he quickly replies as he continues doing...whatever the hell he's doing under the blanket.
"Tony what the hell are you doing? You haven't been answering any of my texts all weekend," I start to pick up some of the cans, still appalled by the smell of the room. "and what is that fucking SMELL?"
"I'm busy, FUCK OFF," he says again, more aggressively this time.
In one swift motion, Hellena opens the blinds and takes the blanket off of Tony, to expose my roommate playing Mario Kart on the Wii. He literally hisses at the light, and shields his eyes for a moment.
"VINCENT, I SAID FUCK O-" he freezes as he realizes who he's talking to. God, he looks awful, the usual bags under his eyes are so much darker, and his pale skin is even paler than ever. His red eyes are dilated, and his near white hair is so greasy and messed up you would have thought he went swimming. I don't think I could guess how little he's slept, but it was definitely not much at all.
"Tony, no offense, but you look disgusting! Are you okay?" I ask with genuine concern. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I used my vacation days," he spat out, still playing on the Wii.
What?? "I thought you were gonna visit your mom with those vacation days!!" What has gotten into him?
"Oh SHIT I FUCKING LOST AGAIN!" he threw the Wii-mote across the room, where there was a very noticeable patch of dents in the wall. "Can you leave me the fuck alone? I'm trying to get all the trophies so I can finally beat Hellena, and I'm almost fucking done, so I ask you again to kindly FUCK OFF"
Is that what this is about? That's kinda sad. "Wh-How long have you been at this?"
Tony tries to make his way over to the Wii-mote but I pick it up and hand it over to Hellena. "Goddammit! I don't fucking know, what day is it?"
"It's 3pm Saturday," Hellena chimes in, starting to get a bit distracted by the game herself.
"Then shit, I've played for about uhh," Tony takes a second to count the hours, "54 hours."
"54 HOURS? STRAIGHT?" I repeat in shock, theres no way! No wonder he looks so awful, he probably hasn't slept or eaten a thing!
"Why are you still on leaf cup?" Hellena asks, holding back laughter, "54 hours and you still haven't gotten everything?"
"Shut the fuck up you know I suck ass at this game Hellena."
"That's not even mathematically possible, unless you were literally awful at the game!" she replied, laughing at Tony.
"Well I haven't slept in like four days so that probably made me even shittier, so shut it." As he got up, he knocked over one of the cans next to the tv. "FUCK," he exclaimed as the liquid spilled onto the carpet. As he let out a flurry of expletives, I decided to take a sip of his soda. I quickly realized what the smell had been coming from, and why Tony was freaking out over spilling a can.
"TONY IS THIS FUCKING PISS?"
chapter 4
Tony looks away with no comment, completely ignoring my question.
"This is what 54 hours does to someone Jesus Christ," Hellena remarked, also disregarding it.
Tony breaks down crying, "You guys just don't understand, I've worked so hard to win but I just fucking CAN'T!!" I decide to leave the piss alone and listen. "I've been grinding this leaf cup for DAYS and I have absolutely NOTHING to show for it," I've never seen him like this, the sleep deprivation must really be getting to him. "I EVEN TRIED A HACK CLIENT BUT IT JUST WONT WORK!!!" Wow, even with hacks he's this bad? That's almost as impressive as it is sad. But even so, I try to console him as best as I can.
Hellena spoke up, "Wait Tony, you installed a hack client?"
"What are you going to do laugh at me?" Tony spat back, and honestly, I would be laughing if he wasn't so distraught.
"No. Which hack client did you install? It's important."
"Alright," he wiped his eyes, "let me look." He proceeds to pull up the shadiest website I have ever seen in my entire life. "There, that's the one I installed."
Hellena snorted, and began laughing, what is going on??
"WHAT?" Tony snapped, "What is wrong?"
"Tony, that's a troll client!" Hellena says as she laughs. "You've been screwing yourself over!"
Tony stops, considering that the past week was worthless. "You're serious?"
"Yes, try uninstalling it and playing."
He uninstalls the client and turns to Hellena. "Okay, if this doesn't work it's your ass." He gets ready to play one more time. "How did you know it was the client?" he asked.
She simply replied, "Experience."
One mario kart cup later, Tony was definitely still awful, but it was obvious the client was making it so much worse.
"Now about these piss cans..."
END
