Fatal Game: Vanoss Crew Murder Mystery Story

Chapter 7: Final Confrontation

Brian's eyes fluttered open, and his heart pounded in his chest as he found himself confined within a transparent plexiglass box. Metal cuffs tightly bound his hands, rendering him helpless. Panic surged through his veins as he frantically surveyed his surroundings, desperate to make sense of his predicament. The only discernible feature in the dimly lit room was a mysterious figure shrouded in a hood.

"Hey! Let me the fuck out of here!" Brian's voice reverberated off the box's walls as he strained against the unyielding metal cuffs, his frustration boiling over.

The hooded figure remained unfazed, continuing with their enigmatic tasks. Just then, a light above flickered to life, casting an eerie glow on a man dressed impeccably in a suit, albeit stained with blood. A sinister smirk played on his lips as he descended towards Brian.

"Hello there," the man greeted, his voice dripping with malevolence.

The Master, accompanied by a file in his hands, approached the box, his gaze fixed upon Brian. "Brian Michael Hanby, also known as Terroriser," he sneered, relishing in the power he held over his captive. "You once garnered fame for your spot-on impressions, but your story doesn't end there."

Brian locked eyes with the menacing figure before him. "What's it to you?" he retorted, defiance lacing his voice.

The Master chuckled darkly, amused by Brian's response. "It's intriguing how you still held affection for your friends, even after leaving them all behind," he mused, a sinister undertone tainting his words. "Was it out of pity, I wonder?"

Brian's brows furrowed in anger, his determination to break free intensifying. "My friendship with them went beyond YouTube," he shot back, his voice laced with conviction, despite the dire circumstances.

The Master nodded, his expression a twisted mix of curiosity and disdain. With a wave of his hand, he signalled the hooded figure to manipulate a lever. Brian's heart sank as he watched water begin to fill the box, panic gripping his chest. Realizing the imminent danger, he struggled and thrashed about, desperately trying to evade the encroaching liquid.

"Why?" Brian's voice strained with a mix of fear and anger, demanding answers from the malevolent Master. "Why are you doing this?"

The Master approached Brian, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. He motioned for the figure to halt the rising water, temporarily granting Brian a reprieve. "Your friends interfered with one of my projects," he explained, his tone laced with venom. "Back in 2014, as an owner of several shares in YouTube, I had plans to seize control. However, I had no intention of sharing that power."

Despite his dire situation, Brian strained against his restraints, refusing to succumb to the impending threat. The Master's words hung in the air as he continued his twisted monologue. "YouTube HQ sent your friends, promising them fame and popularity," he revealed, his voice tinged with malevolence.

As the truth unfolded, Brian's eyes widened with a mixture of shock and disbelief. "And you? You survived?" he questioned, his voice trembling with a blend of confusion and curiosity.

The Master, revelling in the power of his revelation, opened his shirt to reveal bullet holes in his chest. "I did not die. I am a fixed moment in time," he declared, his voice saturated with an otherworldly aura. "This is not the first timeline I have invaded."

Brian's head tilted in confusion, struggling to comprehend the depths of the Master's enigmatic existence. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice laced with a combination of fear and intrigue.

The Master shook his head, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Spoilers," he whispered cryptically, his hand signalling for the hooded figure to resume the water's ascent.