Mythomania-A The Mole Fanfiction

Day 1

"Look who it is, lucky number 12!"

The holy racket that led me to where I was supposed to meet my fellow co-stars grinds to an abrupt halt as 11 heads turn in the direction I just entered the clearing from.

"...You have GOT to be kidding me." The massive guy with 6-pack abs and sleek brunette hair breaks the silence as he strides over and snatches the red package the size of a first-aid kit out of my arms.

"Care to explain in which dimension that thing would be 'impossible to find', Simon?" A sandy-haired dude, who is much smaller than the one standing before me, pipes up, pointing to the package.

I can tell who Simon is before he speaks-his cheeks turn increasingly red with every moment his mouth hangs open but struggles to form words. He's about the same size as the person who just addressed him, and the two block cut styled into his dark hair isn't making him more attractive, or at least not right now.

"Got nothing to say for yourself, Mr. Future Lawyer?" The tall girl with the perfect blonde curls and ocean-blue eyes says in a baby voice as she walks over to Simon and puts a hand on his shoulder, eliciting an almost-fearful shudder. I immediately recognize her from Instagram, but her name eluded me until the next person addressed her.

"That's not funny, Star," the short girl with straight hair dyed reddish-brown pouted. (Riiight. Star Strawberry Shortcake Bat Dragon-or at least that's what the snark pages call her. The one who posts herself in those snazzy outfits livin' it up in her mansion that seems to magically gain a new room every once in a while. Why everyone on the internet fangirls over her, I will never know.) (Also, don't her parents own that video game console company? I'm sure she can just ask daddy for a few million bucks if she wants another Lambo and let another almost-homeless person have a shot maybe a hundred grand or so.)

"Guys, it's still day one, we don't need to sweat it," says the African-American dude from the back. He looks like the only one on the cast who could last more than a few seconds if the guy who is now menacingly holding the package to his chest ever decided to kill them with his bare hands, but his grinning face suggests that he may not be inclined to such barbarian behaviour, much unlike some may imagine. "Besides, we have two thousand dollars in the pot now!"

"TWO THOUSAND?!" hollers the surfer dude with spiky blonde hair and green eyes. "My flight home costs more than that! How will I feed the kids?"

"Aren't we all American?" says the sandy-haired guy. "Flights to Hawaii shouldn't cost more than a few hundred."

"And like I said, Eli, it's day one. Your kids will be just fine," the grinning man adds.

"They won't be if NOBODY PULLS THEIR WEIGHT!" Eli screams in agitation.

"Pull?! Do we need to pull something to find our treasures?! You'll need to help me, Jack!" The stout man with brown curls smiles at the person with the package, who groans.

"I am SICK AND TIRED of you all!" Eli starts to walk away from the group.

"Eli, it's okay-" The slender person with blue-green shoulder-length hair tries to chase after Eli, her light blue eyes shining in the Hawaiian sunset.

"Imagine finally watching the show your dad was on only to see him running away like a coward," the reddish-brown-haired lady scoffs.

Suddenly, Simon marches over to Jack, wrestles the package from him, and makes a beeline for the sea.

"Simon?" I follow him down, as does the rest of the cast. "What are you-"

Simon throws the package out as far as he can into the sea before turning to everyone else. "Guys, if we're making a scene over 2K, I'd rather we not have it."