𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘

Chapter Eight: Everything Goes To Shit

"Quackity?" I asked in disbelief.

"The one and only," Quackity replied, smiling. "I heard that you found out something you weren't supposed to. Ennard here," he pointed to Ennard, who had bandages wrapped around his head. "had failed in his task to kill you, so I decided to do it myself- with the help of some of my very close friends."

Quackity moved aside to reveal two men that I had never seen before. One was slightly shorter than him, and had brown hair that flowed to his shoulders. His bright blue eyes flashed as he looked at me.

"Wonder," he said, extending a hand, which I took. "We haven't officially met. I am C. Montgomery Burns, but please call me Monty. This is my right-hand man, and best friend, Waylon Smithers."

He gestured to the tall, bespectacled man beside him who, despite being a bad guy, gave off an aura of warmth and welcoming.

"Pleased to meet you," he greeted, smiling as he, too, shook my hand.

"I would say it's a pleasure to meet you both," I replied. "But given the circumstances, that would hardly be fitting, would it?"

Monty chuckled. "True, true." He then turned to Technoblade, and his smile faded.

"Well, well, well." Monty glared at Techno with an expression of utter loathing. "We meet again, Technoblade."

"It's been a long time, hasn't it, Charles?" Techno retorted. Monty instantly cringed.

"Please," he replied. "Do not call me 'Charles'. I hate it."

"Fine then, Montgomery," Techno smirked, evidently taking pleasure in annoying his old rival.

"It's Monty!" Monty shouted. "Not Charles, or Montgomery, or anything like that! It's just Monty!"

"Fine. What do you want from us, Montgomery?" Techno asked, his smile growing with every misuse of Monty's name. Monty sighed with exasperation before replying.

"You'd better get used to saying my name right, or you and your girlfriend will be blown to smithereens." he threatened.

"Wait, what?" I asked.

Monty nodded to Waylon, who reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, remote control device.

"There is a bomb underneath of your house, Wonder." Monty informed us. "One wrong move and you, your home, and everything you hold dear will explode, never to be seen again."

I instantly began to panic. "No...please- my TV! I have cable and Netflix on it! I just finished watching episode four of Squid Game!"

Monty winced. "Oh god, not that one...you didn't watch the next one?"

"No, it was late," I explained. "I was left in so much suspense and it almost killed me, but I had to sleep- wait, you've watched it?"

"I have," Monty told me, smiling. "and I feel your pain. Let's put aside our differences and watch the next episode real quick. No one deserves to be in that much suspense."

"Ooh, alright!" I exclaimed. "Come in!"

Monty, Waylon, Quackity, and Ennard all walked inside, and we sat down on the couch. I snatched up the nearby remote, turning on the TV and flicking through the channels to Netflix. As I did so, I noticed Monty and Waylon sitting rather closely together, and smiled. I didn't know why, but I shipped them.

The episode began with the good guys defeating the other team by a plan made by one of the main protagonists, the one I didn't really like. It was pretty obvious that the good guys were going to win, but still, I wanted to know. The team then began to build barriers and whatnot to defend themselves from another attack in the dorm. Meanwhile, the bad guys were smuggling organs from bodies, and a scheme that helped one of the contestants was uncovered. People died, which made me happy.