The Gameverse [In Progress]

CHAPTER 7 PG.2

CHARLES 'TYLER' SIMONS - 14 - MALE
ISAAC QUARRY - 13 - MALE
EDIE GOLD - 17 - CAMPER + CAMPUS HELPER - TRANSMASC (FTM/AFAB)
MACKENZIE GOLD - 14 - FEMALE - CAMPUS SOS / REPORTING TEAM
ERIC EION GOLD ↓
SEBASTIAN CHESTER GOLD - CAMP CREATORS + EDIE'S PARENTS

Tyler's POV:

I looked up at Isaac with a disappointed face. I have no idea what's wrong with me and with my problem with being attracted to people. I aggressively shook my head to shake it off then looked up to Isaac asking me a question that I wasn't sure how to answer.

"Oh- by the way Charles, what brings you to our camp?" Isaac asked me. Honestly, I at first wanted to go with Oliver since he and I have been waiting for a spot here since a couple of summers ago but he got denied and I promised to never go without him. My dad, Johan had already paid for it and it was a huge sum of money paid for and he got denied. So he paid again and he was accepted!

But the problem was that he died. Johan decided to get his money refunded and I've been nervous to go here since he died and how I watched Leslie die and come back to life. I would've told dad that I didn't want to go but he wasted enough money on Oliver and me.

That was what I wanted to say but instead I just immediately responded with "It was on an ad!" but Edie disagreed. "You don't find this sort of camp in ads. You get invited here. And since you're my stepdad's friend or something, I guess you were brought here." Marcus said, putting down his weights and adding 60 kg to his 70kg weights which were on both sides.

"But- my dad said he paid money for me to be here? And he's been trying to get me in for years..?" I asked. Edie shook his head. "Nope, it was either a cover-up or some shitty deal he made. Anyways, drop 12 push-ups and sit-ups, Charles and Ai. I'm gonna go grab us some drinks. What do you guys want?" Marcus said, putting his weights down and grabbing his shirt to wipe off any excess sweat on him. I look at him, I was really interested in him. I open my mouth and I was about to tell him what I wanted but he spoke out before me and knew what I wanted anyways. "A water and a can of pop? Alright, you two, I'll be right back but you have to have dropped 12 push-ups and sit-ups already."

Marcus had put on his sweaty shirt on, already leaving the room. I look towards Isaac's direction and watched him in a confused way. "How did he know what I wanted?" I spoke out to Isaac, who was doing push-ups and sit-ups. Just as Edie said we should do. "No idea in hell. But, c'mon- do some push-ups. You pissed him off enough." Isaac told me, shoving me down and making me do push-ups. "Why do we have to do this?" I asked, struggling to do at least four push-ups. "Because we don't end up fat and lazy. We're fit gamers, not fat." Isaac speedran 12 push and sit-ups, he even started heavy weight lifting. "Ah.. shit, you're fast," I said as a compliment to him. "Mm, I've been doing this for a while now actually." He smiled at me, nodding his head a little. "So, how many years we're you signed up for?"

I jolted at that question and thought for a little bit. "Wait- years?! I thought it was like- months!" I raised my voice. I was in full shock as to that I'd be missing Tom a lot. My lips curved into a smile and sunk down into a frown. "Chill, you can leave whenever you want but you'd get your memory erased in order for this camp to not spread out too much. It's only been ongoing for three years, it needs more time for improvement." Isaac reassured me, sort of.

"Talking about my parents' camp now eh?" His recognisable loomed behind me as crept behind me, placing the can of pop by my side whilst I was doing my eleventh push-up. "Yea, man! I love it!" Isaac walked past me, hearing Isaac pat him. "Hey- Edie?" I call his name out, finishing my twelfth push-up and facing towards him. "Mm?" His eyes were directed in my direction as he put his drink up to his lips, lifting it up and pressing his lips against it and drinking. I could see his Adam's apple bulge moving and heard his strong gulps with each time he swallowed the liquid. "How did your parents afford all of this with only about at least seventy campers on this campus?" I watched him drink the liquid poured into his mouth.