Locus and Felix wee walking into the snow storm, Felix nagging about how winter existed the whole time and Locus trying not to slap him.
Ah, what a relationship.
With sarcastic comments in mind, the quiet one still managed to keep sanity and stated:
"The path is blocked. We should turn back."
Felix had no reply at first, but then a childish whine was heard.
"I am not going back to that cabin, can you please just find another way?"
Locus bitchfaced him, and pointed to the mountain in front of them.
"True, good point, but you're... You. Get angry and hulk out or something." Felix sasses.
Locus shook his head in dissapointment, and instead started to investigate the outskirts of the mountain. A small cave formed on the side of it with some sort of sign, so he called Felix over to see.
Felix raised an eyebrow at the unstable-looking tunnel, and sighed, saying "Why the hell do we have to do all this shit? Why can't we make the other two idiots go to their own makeout cabin?"
"Felix, we could just head back if-"
"No. I am not going back... C'mon, let's try this way- Shit!" Felix yelled as the wooden plank gave way, causing him to fall into the cloud of opaque dust below.
"Felix... Felix!" Locus yelled, trying to see through it.
"I'm... I'm here! I'm okay... I think."
"Define okay!"
"I have all five of my limbs!"
"... What's your fifth one?"
"My dick."
(Deez nuts)
~~~~~
York, Wash and Tucker sat at the table in the library, looking at the Ouija board laid out in front of them.
"Guys... I don't know about this. I mean, it's probably gonna be fake anyway." Tucker stated.
"Then we can have a laugh about it later...? C'mon, I wanna see what happens!"
"Ugh, fine.... Wash, you up?"
Wash's eyes widened.
"M-Me? Um... Okay, uh... Spirits, wherever you dwell, give us a hint by ringing a bell-"
"I said summon them, not quite the haunted mansion dumbass."
"What am I supposed to do then?!"
"Take this seriously?" York said.', hinting that he actually wanted to do this. Wash took a deep breath, and composed himself.
"If there's... Um... Anyone there... Please identify yourself."
"Dang Wash, are you the police, because I've got a-"
Before Tucker could finish his crappy pick up line, the lights started to flicker, and the pointer stared to shift around.
"What the hell..." York muttered, studying the board.
"H"
"E"
"L"
"P"
"Help? What the heck..."
"Ask who it is!"
"Um... Who needs help?"
"S"
"I"
"S"
"T"
"E"
"R"
"Sister..." Wash and Tucker said in unison, looking up to see York.
York looked panicked, starting to have quickened breaths. Wash put a hand on his shoulder.
"You gonna be alright...?"
"Just... Ask whose sister it is." York requested.
"It's gotta be-"
"Please."
Wash sighed and nodded, but still carefully watched York just in case.
"Is this... Is this Kimball?"
The pointer slowly slid to 'Yes'.
The table took a moment of silence, comprehending that this was real.
That, or someone was playing a sick joke.
Wash wanted to get to the end of it.
"How... How did you die?"
"B"
"E"
"T"
"R"
"A"
"Y"
"E"
"D"
"..."
"L"
"I"
"B"
"R"
"A"
"R"
"Y"
"Who betrayed you?What's in the library? ...Kimball we are so sorry you were killed but we want to know who-"
The pointer twitched, then flung itself off the table, hurling the wooden object into the wall.
Wash yelped when it did, instinctively squeezing Tucker's hand.
York abruptly stood up, shaking his head and starting to walk away.
"York-"
"No! What-Whatever sick joke you guys are trying to pull, I'm having none of it!"
"We weren't-"
York stormed off before Wash could explain anything, and Tucker was left to reassure him.
"Don't worry Wash, he just needs some time alone... Also, if you were faking it, you were doing one hell of a job."
"I-I wasn't! The pointer flew right off the table!"
Tucker didn't seem convinced, but shrugged.
"Look, even if this is 'Fake', we should still look around in the library. I think... I think it's where she wanted us to go."
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Red Vs Blue Book of One-Shots
Short StoryAlthough our favorite group of idiots may not know how to solve life's problems, they do know how to fulfill one thing: Laughter beyond your wildest imagines.