They slowly woke up, but they were blinded. They tried to shout, but they were muffled.
They tried to run away, but they were bound.
They tried to escape, but they're in my game now.
"Welcome to my gameshow!" She called out, "in front of a not-so-live studio! Don't worry, I'll be sure to post this ASAP! Your families will be able to see this soon enough. Let's introduce you all!"
The students began to wiggle around, as the host laughed, "look at you guys! You all look so scared, but you should be. I know it's a common, corny line, but you'll be begging for death soon enough."
Her footsteps echoed as she approached the first person. A loud crash sounded, as glass fragments flew around the contestant's head. The painted fish bowl, now in shambles surrounding her bare feet. "This is (CONTESTANT ONE), a bratty bitch. Somebody who was given every opportunity in life, but decided to turn them all down to act like her friends. She smoked, she steals, she cries, and today may be the last day she's alive."
Her laugh carried her onto the next player, with a hammer to the glass, she spoke, "and this is (CONTESTANT THREE), The douchebag. Somebody who is relatively new to our school district, but that doesn't give him the clear! Oh no! He chooses to make fun of others to deal with his own insecurities, like with how uneven his teeth are! I mean, come on! I've seen more symmetry in bar graphs!" She began to cackle before hitting a small button on a tape Recorder. A pre-recorded laughing track played, one you've heard before.
"Anywho, on to our next contestant!"
Glass shattered, revealing a slightly taller boy. "(CONTESTANT FOUR) Is a emotionally abusing shut out who threatens to kill himself if anything goes wrong! But tonight, I'm going to give him something to cry over."
She moved on to the next person, who is a girl. "(CONTESTANT FIVE) Is a bigoted little girl, who isn't so little." The hostess patted the girl's round stomach. "Her hobbies include cutting in front of the lunch line, cutting her hair, and cutting herself. But lets be real, the only thing she should be cutting is her calories." Once more, the laughing track echoed through the dark room.
"(CONTESTANT SIX) is the oldest of the group!" The glass around their head fell in pieces, revealing a much older woman. "She has taught many of kids, including I, but her methods of "constructive criticism" may be unorthodox! Always preaching about positivity, yet she can't go two seconds without complaining! Don't be so negative, Nancy, give it up for MRS. (REDACTED)."
The screams and muffled pleads of the other contestants were the only sound admitting anything close to cheers. "Now for our next contestant, he's a part of the gen z generation, but nobody likes him. He's the kind of kid to mention a bad word under his breath, or does the same thing over, and over, and over again just because somebody chuckled the first time. You don't need a permission slip to take a ride on this trip to hell, welcome (CONTESTANT SEVEN)!"
A younger boy, who looked fresh out of 6th grade, was shaking, and crying. She moved into the next person, slamming the hammer against their covers. "A new competitor has entered the chat! Welcome (CONTESTANT EIGHT), who we all despise and hate! With her groping hands, desperate for any kind of affection, she'll tickle, kiss, and force her way into your pants. Jesus can't save you from the sins you've done, or the ones I'm about to make."
The hostess whispered, before taking a step back. "And that's the competition! 7 contestants, one chance at survival, who will be the last one alive? Stay tuned."
