CHAPTER THIRTY scream queens, scene thirty "seven minutes in hell/truth, dare or die"
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THE TRIO walked into the lounge, where everyone else was already seated. "All right, you guys. It's time to play a game of truth or dare." Zayday announced, as the three of them stood before the others.
"Just saying, now would be the time to play spin the bottle. We finally have some Dickies here." Chanel pointed out, sighing. "Someone in this house knows something about the murderer that they're not telling us, and I intend to find out what." Grace spoke.
Abby side eyed her, raising her eyebrows slightly before playing it off, "Okay, here's how the game works. When it's your turn, you have a choice of truth or dare. If you choose truth, you have to tell the truth. And if you choose dare...I don't know, maybe you're hiding something." She shrugged.
The three of them sat down, Chad smiled widely as he sat down next to Chanel, "Ooh, yes!" Everyone else sat down, or stood behind the couch. "But wouldn't you just lie?" Jennifer asked, holding a candle stick, "I mean, if I were the killer, I'd pick truth and then just lie."
Chad scoffed, shaking his head, "Uh, well, the games not truth or dare or lie. It's just truth or dare. If you wanna lie, you can just pick dare." He said, the others nodding in agreement.
"No, you'd pick truth and then you'd lie." Jennifer spoke, making an argument. Chad chuckled annoyed, "Uh, no, you can't lie. That's the...Thats the whole point of truth or dare, you can't lie."
Jennifer sighed, "But-" Chad cut her off, losing it, "I'm sorry, the games pretty damn simple! Okay? It's truth or dare, all right? If you pick truth, you have to tell the truth. If you pick dare...it's gonna be really suspicious, and I'm gonna think you had something to do with my sweet bro Boone dying, and my rad bro Caulfield getting his arms, and then his head, chopped off!"
"And Dodger." Roger added, Chad stood up annoyed, "Will you stop whining about Dodger? Everybody agrees that dude was holding you back. Nobody misses him. Now, let's play some truth or dare and find out who the killer is."
Everyone stared at Chad in shock, Abby smirked, "Wow, that was fun. Can we do more outbursts, please?" Chad sighed, sitting back down as the others settled, getting ready to start the game.
"I'll start." Chanel spoke up, turning to #5, "#5, truth or dare?" #5 looked around, "Truth." She said, with a obvious tone in her voice. "Okay, #5, does your vagina have teeth?" Chanel asked seriously.
Chanel #5 choked on her drink, coughing as she looked at Chanel weirdly, "That's insane. No, it doesn't, Chanel." She spoke annoyed. "I thought she wasn't allowed to lie." Chanel asked.
#5 placed her drink down, "I'm not lying. My vagina doesn't have teeth." She spoke annoyed, trying to keep her calm. Chanel sighed, "Can I rephrase the question? Does your vagina still have teeth?"
"No! The answer is no!" #5 shouted, snapping. "No, it no longer has teeth, so, it used to but you got them removed?" Chanel pushed, #5 glared at her, "No, I didn't."
"So, your vagina still has teeth. Which one is it, #5? Sounds like you're trapped in a web of lies." Chanel continued to push, Chanel #5 stood up and stormed out, everyone watched her leave. "You're forfeiting your turn, bitch."
Chanel rolled her eyes as Chad chuckled, Roger sitting where #5 was. "My turn." Hester announced, smiling as she turned to Abby, "Abby, truth or dare?" Abby turned to her in confusion, sitting on the arm of the chair Zayday was in.
"Uh, truth." She answered back, squinting at her. Hester smirked, "Is it true that you had sex with Boone, on several occasions, before his untimely death?" Abby coughed, staring at her wide eyed.
Everyone looked at her in shock, Zayday furrowed her eyebrows as she grabbed her hand. Chad and Earl shared knowing looks. Abby sighed, "Yes, it's true." The room gasped.
"You little whore! That explains the hickies all over your body during Hell Week. I knew I wrote slut for a reason." Chanel spat out, scoffing as she crossed her arms. Abby glared, "I don't get why it's such a big deal."
"Because he was gay." Chanel #3 pointed out, rolling her eyes. "He wasn't gay! Okay?" Abby shouted, annoyed, "God, can nobody in his room take a hint?! He faked being gay, you idiots. He preferred hiding away from the spotlight, he was shy."
Grace stared at her incredulously, "I don't understand, why didn't you tell us?" Abby sighed, crossing her arms, "Because, of this! I didn't want anyone's sympathy after he died, okay? It was best to keep it hidden."
"That's really suspicious." Sam spoke up, Abby turned to her confused, "How? Boone and I had sex, and then he died. What can I do?" Sam shrugged, looking at her with squinted eyes before glancing away.
Abby rolled her eyes, turning to look at Hester with a glare. Hester smirked, leaning back as Grace leant forward, "Uh, well. Okay, I guess it's my turn, then." Zayday and Abby stared at her.
Grace looked around, her her eyes landed on Sam and Chanel #3, "Sam. Truth or dare?" Sam looked in thought, Chanel #3 stared at down at her as she answered, "Truth".
Grace nodded, "What is Chanel #3's deepest, darkest secret?" Everyone looked between the two, as they sneaked glances at one another. "Her deepest, darkest secret is... her father is Charles Manson.
"I have sexy feelings for Sam." Sam and Chanel #3 spoke at the same time. Everyone looked between the two of them with wide eyes. "What?" Grace asked, squinting at them.
Chanel #3 turned abruptly to look at Sam in shock. "Hold on, what did you just say?" Zayday asked, looking at Chanel #3. "I have weird sexy feelings for Sam." She repeated, looking around nervously.
The Chanel's looked at #3 in shock, smirking knowingly. "What did you just say?" Abby directed to Sam, who avoided eye contact, "Her father is Charles Manson."
"Okay, can I just say, #3 is definitely the killer." Chad spoke up, staring at #3 as he pointed at her. "No, I'm not." #3 spat back, glaring at him, before looking at Sam, "You promised you wouldn't tell."
"I'm sorry, I had to tell the truth." Sam said, trying to hold her hand, #3 slapped her away. Chad scoffed, "Of course you're the killer. Your dad's Charles Manson, dude. I mean, if you're not the killer, you should probably...you know, give it a shot. I think you'd be pretty good at it."
Chanel #3 stared at him emotionless, "Thanks." She spat sarcastically, before looking at Sam again, "My turn. Sam, truth or dare?" She spat. Sam looked confused, "I just went."
"Truth or dare?!" #3 shouted, leaning threateningly closer to her. Sam looked at her, "Dare." #3 glared at her, "I dare you to go down to the creepy Kappa house basement, where we keep all our deepest, darkest secrets, and take a little nap in the bathtub." She told her, gritting her teeth.
Everyone stared at them hesitantly, either shock or concern on their faces. Sam sighed, standing up, "Fine." She walked out of the room, and Chad cheered, "Oh, yes! Yes! Bathtub naps. This is getting good. Okay guys, I propose we take a little break, you know, take a whiz, get a refill."
He looked at Roger, "Bro, grab my phone. There's a little playlist I put together called 'Douche.' I want you to call that up on the bluetooth speakers so we can get our dance on. Truth or dare!" The song 'Tubthumping' started to play.
Chanel #3 hurriedly stood up and followed Sam out of the room angrily. Grace sighed, shaking her head disappointed. Abby bit her lip in thought, glancing towards the door way where Sam and #3 left, before walking out.
