MCYT RANDOMNESS 2

The Arena pt4

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Everything hurts, but nothing more than my head.

It explodes with pain as I open my eyes. I let out a groan, blinking in the blinding light, trying to raise one hand to see if I’m bleeding. But my arms don't move. I’m tied up. Shackled. To a chair. The room finally focuses, a small, clinical place. Blood covers my chest. No. It covers everything. I feel the dried blood caking my hand, my face, my arms.

The Arena.

Cub.

Oh fuck.

Someone enters the room.

‘Where’s Cub? Where am I? What happened?’ I don't know how much of the blood is mine, and how much is someone else’s. I don't want to know. The player, dressed in Listener colours, doesn't answer.

‘We are here to ask the questions,’ they say, cold. ‘What is your name and home server?’

‘GoodTimeWithScar. Hermitcraft,’ I reply. ‘Where’s Cub?’

‘What did you do?’

‘I don't remember much, I was possessed… but the Vex summoned us to The Arena, where they hurt their prisoners. As entertainment. And they made me and Cub, Cubfan135, my best friend, hurt them. I don't know what we did. I’m sorry.’

‘You don't know what you did,’ the Listener repeats, almost laughing. ‘3 players dead, and you’re telling me you don't know what you FUCKING DID!?’

3 players dead.

Me and Cub killed three of our friends.

I can't speak. My brain screams that it can't be true. But the laughter of the Vex insists that it very much is.

‘What?’

The Listener hits me. Hard. My head snaps to one side, cheek stinging. My mind turns to panic.

‘Don’t play dumb with me.’

I fight the urge to scream, or start sobbing. My hands clench tight into fists, claws digging into my palms until they bleed, and I can pretend the blood covering them is my own.

‘I was possessed.’ I whisper. The Listener gives a cold laugh.

‘I’ve interrogated enough Vexling freaks to know your bullshit excuses. What did you do?’

‘I don't know.’

Another hit.

‘What did you do?’

‘I don't know.’

Another hit, even harder.

‘What did you do?’

‘I don't know!’

‘Notch DAMMIT!’ The Listener punches me as hard as they can. A crack. Blood starts running from my nose. I bite my tongue as I feel the first warning signs of crying. ‘You KNOW what you DID!’

‘No I don't!’ I sob back. ‘I don't know! Vexlings can't remember what happened when they were possessed!’

‘Stop FUCKING LYING.’

‘I’m not!’

The Listener steps away, taking deep breaths, before turning to another, just outside the room.

‘Get the glitcher.’

My heart races even faster at the name. I struggle to free myself from the chains.

‘Please, I’m being honest, I’ve told you everything I know!’

‘Shut the fuck up you little freak,’ The Listener spits. ‘Vexlings like you often pretend they know nothing. And yet the moment I push hard enough, they’re spilling information they claim they didn't know. So I have to assume you’ll do the same.’