The Gameverse [In Progress]

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER EIGHT TITLE NAME: EVERYTHING IS LIKE A BLUR‽

CHARACTERS INCLUDED:

TOM 'TOMMY' SIMONS — 16 — MALE
MARK  'RANBOO'  WILLIAMS — 17 — MALE

JOHAN MOLHIN — 33 — MALE

SARA SIMONS — 43 - FEMALE — TOM'S MOTHER

MR. SIMONS — 44 — MALE — TOM'S FATHER

LIYLA SIMONS — 4 — FEMALE PUPPER — TYLER'S DOG — NOT RELATED TO SARA & MR. SIMONS

MARK'S POV:

I sat in the backyard, playing fetch with Liyla for days. But, it feels really off honestly. It's been months since I last saw Tyler and everytime I bring it up, Tommy acts like it's only been a week.. "Markus? Can du please help mig?" I heard Johan call out for me. I sigh and put my mask back on then headed inside, leaving Liyla to run around the yard.

"Yep! What do you need?" I asked, walking up to Johan. "Ah, kan you gå and vatch the house vhile I'm vat vork?" He responded and I nodded. "Mm, sure can do! But- could I use Oliver's computer while you're gone?" Johan huffed and went to one of the kitchen drawers, pulling out a small piece of paper with writing on it. "Här, this is his lösenord." I hummed in response, taking the paper and giving him a hug goodbye.

Once Johan left the house, I rushed over to Tommy's place. "Tommy! Tommy! Open the door, we need to talk!" I yelled from the other side of the fence, seeing him sit with his parents. "Ranboob! Don't yell my name in front of my parents, it's embarrassing! Just call me Tom!" Tommy scurried to me, embarrassed and scolded me. "Just- come over please." I opened the gate for him. He sighed and looked at his parents who nodded so he went over to my side.

"What the fuck do you want?" He asked as he followed behind me barefoot on the grass. I walked to and opened the sliding door, slipping my shoes off, and inviting Tommy in. "We need to talk." I grabbed him by the wrist, pulled him inside and shut the door behind us. Then, I pulled him upstairs with me, up to Olivier's room. "RANBOO! WHAT THE FUCK?!" He yelled. "Tommy, please! Calm down!" I hugged him but he shoved me off. "Ran, ever since Tyler left for video game camp, you've been really  fucking off about it!

 First of all, you say it's been months since he left when- look! It's fucking June ten! There's nothing fucking wrong!" Tommy showed me his phone that showed exactly June 10 but it seemed odd. "Tommy, please. Tyler's been gone for three months!" I yelled at him through my mask. "Ranboo, I know you're worried and all but it's only been a week and three since his arrival. Nothing could go fully wrong." Tommy tried reassuring me but I refused it.

"Tommy fucking innit, look at my FUCKING phone." I shoved the EXACT date in his face. It's September fucking thirteen. Look! It's everywhere in this house that says it! I didn't fuck with any of the times, ask Alexa yourself or even Google! Hell, ask Siri if you want!" I argued with him. "Fuck you! I'm asking Fenix! Oi, Fenix! What is the date today?!" Tommy yelled at his phone. "Fenix here, it's bloody September thirteen ya dumb cunt. Don't 'cha have a calendar to check that??" I stood silent, trying not to laugh at Fenix. I love how I programmed Fenix to do that for Toms.

"OH PISS OFF STUPID ROBOT! THAT'S WHY I NEVER USE YOU!" He yelled, pushing my phone away from his face and throwing his phone at me. I caught it of course but he gets really pissed off when I'm right. "Listen, man, I love you but I fucking hate you," Tommy told me, looking at me with mad eyes. I laughed at him as I looked down at his phone in my hand, realising our phone cases match. "Awee, Tommy! I love that our cases match!-" I look up to show them matching but then I hear a 'pshoom!' sound then I see Tommy dropping to the ground with a dart in his neck.