Mythomania-A The Mole Fanfiction

Day 12

The Gamemaster is now standing on a fancy-looking speedboat, spreading his arms out. "Nothing bad is going to happen if you just step on."

I cautiously clamber onto the speedboat. "This entire thing feels like one massive bad idea," I tell him as he revs the engine. "Even more so now."

"Netflix would never let me do this without a license," he replies as we begin to sail off. "And to be fair, all of your challenges were bad ideas, given that there's a mole among you, ready to, um..."

"Probably murder us?" I question. "Aren't there... regulations? Against that?"

The Gamemaster stares out into the open sea. "Well... when we casted this season, we didn't expect you guys to take it as far as you actually did."

"I find that hard to believe."

"I think anyone would."

"How do you even make sure the mole won't actually commit murder?"

"Be patient, Charlotte-it won't be long before you find out."

I roll my eyes as I sit down on the bench at the back of the speedboat. "Eli says we literally have no way of stopping the mole, whoever they are."

"Eli?" The Gamemaster chuckles wistfully. "He hasn't been much help himself either. I'm glad I took him to join the other eliminated players before I came to get you."

"So you've been doing the kidnapping."

"Sophie wouldn't have appreciated if we got Simon. Anyway, if I'm telling you to do this, I'm sure you'd prefer if Ash and River didn't get in the way."

I'm starting to see what I think is our destination: an island, bobbing right in front of us. It has a rather... unusual shape, though.

"Where are we going?"

"The mole's hideout."

"So Ash or River can secretly afford their own private island? I'm not surprised if Taylor-"

"They don't have the entire island, just the abandoned shipwreck that washed up on it."

The shape of the island-as well as where the show's apparently-low budget-suddenly makes a lot of sense.

"Is there something you want me to accomplish there?"

"I was hoping you'd ask." The Gamemaster turns around and pushes a small plastic bag labeled 'EVIDENCE' in big red letters into my hands. (Faaancy.) The bag appears to be filled with scraps of paper. "We have reason to believe this has something to do with password to the mole's office."

"So what do I need to find in the mole's office?"

He shrugs. "Anything you can salvage."

"Would they have a copy of the quiz answers?"

"Probably not-they can answer whatever they want on the quizzes, it's just that they're not up for elimination like the rest of you."

The speedboat docks on the edge of the island.

The Gamemaster leads me through a human-sized hole in the aged wood of the body of the shipwreck. Save for a couple of unnaturally-placed ramps into and out of the hole, the interior looks like they'd fished a smaller version of the Titanic out of the water. (Again, there goes the budget.)

The Gamemaster soon stops outside a large airlock.

"This is what we believe to be the mole's office." He turns to me. "I'll leave you to it."

"I could use your help.."

"Unfortunately, I have a load of other business to get to. Tough job, being a Gamemaster." He turns tail and jogs out of sight.