Chase's Book of YT One-Shots

Deal (MaskedMexican)

A/N: Based off the two separate Hidden episodes where Gassy has agreed to let people live if he is given Ohm. Playful.

Also, this chapter runs under the assumption that the Hidden is a game with 5 minute rounds. I'm unsure if this is completely true, and feel free to correct me.
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Entering a new round as the Hidden was almost as terrifying as entering as an I.R.I.S. agent. Technology complied with the original set appearance of the game, making virtual reality as much... well, reality as possible. (Without removing the sick jumps or falls which could be survived, or the supernatural senses and etc).

As the Hidden, you wandered blinded by a thick and dirty blindfold across your eyes, leaving the chosen player to rely largely on their advanced hearing and heightened intuition. Though the Hidden could technically see through the blindfold in way of thermal vision, it was a long claimed 'draw-back" that those given the role whined about for all it was worth. The second they became agents in the next round, they rolled their eyes at such complaints.

Max Gonzalez, on the other hand, did not whine. He did not ask for freebies or assistance.

Because he was a goddamn badass, and he knew what the hell he was doing.

The I.R.I.S. agents in this round were TheRPGMinx, ChilledChaos, and Ohmwrecker. By Gassy's guess, it was the sixth round they'd now played, a record amount of times without him being the Hidden at least once. As all materialized into their spawn points, there was a universal understanding of being largely screwed as an ominous (and not to mention voice modified) chuckle fell across their ears.

"Yessss... you are nothing! You are nothing against me! You are-"

"Shut the fuck up Gassy," Minx ordered crisply, leading to the chuckles becoming full on normal laughs which intermingled with the rest of the group.

"Seriously though, you guys make it too easy for me," Gassy gloated, shifting through the halls of the map- some sort of abandoned factory type that they'd seen similar versions of about five hundred times. "Not one of you are even near each other- oh, but one of you is near to me!" He gave a deep, sinister cackle and ran up behind someone without seeing their name, but the yelp as though in physical pain was clearly Chilled's. His target ran down the hallway and turned when he must have figured the distance was enough to shoot, but Gassy had already pulled back. Chilled groaned loudly and sounded flustered.

"So... what? Hit and run? Is that all this was to you?" He yelled out in pretend hurt.

Gassy didn't fail to note Chilled's form running in the opposite direction though, and snickered before returning to his persona. "I will find you, and I will skin you alive~ I will suck the marrow from your bones use your skull as a soup bowl~"

"And then what?" Ohm cut in, in a way clearly intended to be exaggerated flirtation.

"I have a different plan for you," Max discouraged in a mischievous tone. "A very very different plan." He entered the building through a lower entrance, seeing all three targets attempting to reconvene there.

A nervous sort of laughter echoed in his ears. "Different how?"

Max snickered again. "I'll keep your head on a stick and name you Wilson. And you'll be my only friend. A shitty friend, I'll give you that, but-"

"He's here!" Minx shrieked, bullets ricocheting off the side of the wall Gassy had been looking in through moments before. He cut off, swearing in irritation before looping around for the opposite entrance whilst they were occupied. His dirty-bandaged wrapped feet made the lightest of sounds that even he could barely hear over the sounds of the 'agents' slowing their shooting and electing Minx to investigate the corridor for further Max appearances.