Ryan paced back and forth behind Geoff's chair. He'd been working for a half hour, trying to get this damned game to work. They eventually made Ray leave because he was losing his damn mind, and Lindsay wasn't any better than him. The pair wasn't allowed near their trapped partners for now. They wheeled 'Fall-Back' and all its other equipment to a less public location, such as the podcast room.
They didn't post the video of the boys entering the game, and none of the Let's Play's, Rage Quit's, or AHWU's, were being posted. Everything was on hold. Everyone outside of the office, the fans, were terrified while the others such as Joel and Monty tried to calm their fears with comments such as, "They're on vacation." "The Achievement Hunters should be back in about a week or so." "Good news! A new RWBY is near!"
Ryan and Geoff began taking shifts. It's been almost three days, and who knows how many Minecraft days those two idiots have suffered through. The heart monitors are steady reassurances that they're alive.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
They're alive. Both alive and breathing. The strange thing, though, was that during the simulation, they'd sometimes twitch or move just the slightest bit and it would bloom new hope into both Ryan and Geoff. For now, they both had the smallest smile, and just that miracle was enough to let Geoff know they were safe.
Ryan was torn, though. If Herobrine could affect the program, could he find an outlet to the rest of the world? He made the power flicker in the office.. How did Mojang create such a hefty virus? Ryan tapped his foot, feeling jittery as Geoff loaded Minecraft for the 14th time. Or was is the 15th?
The game loaded this time, thankfully, but Geoff was met with a harsh dial-up noise from the speakers. He turned off the volume quickly, and tried to figure out his surroundings. He was almost to the Alter of Pimps. He tried to fly, but found he stayed on the ground aside from his jumping. Geoff sighed audibly. Walking it is.
He pushed his character forward, moving the Master Chief toward the pyramid of stone. He tuned in his sound again to find echo-y laughing, talking, and even a squeal that was almost inhumanly possibly. Geoff exhaled in relief and jumped down into the Alter, but he was surprised to what he found.
Gavin and Michael were sitting together on a pair of beds, limbs tangled and intertwined, as they were having some sort of tickle fight but with more kissing. Gavin squeaked from time to time, giggling out a 'Micool!'. Geoff quickly retreated out of sight before looking to Ryan, his face showing his surprise.
"Tell me I'm hallucinating."
"I wish I could."
Geoff came back into sight, turned on his mic, and cleared his throat. Gavin looked surprised and quickly scrambled off Michael's lap. Michael tensed, keeping one hand atop Gavin's, but otherwise shifting away.
"Hey Geoff." Michael spoke unsurely. He eyed him with suspicion. Was this another figment, or was this actually Geoff?
The blocky man replied, "What the fuck are you two doing? Pulling dicks?"
Michael sighed softly, his voice portraying relief. "Glad to see you too, Geoff."
Geoff spoke again, his voice wavering as if he was willing to cry.
"God, I fucking hate you two. Everyone's worried sick, and you're here playing footsies."
"When we're not being hunted." Gavin snapped at him. "And where have you been? We were almost bloody killed!"
"I've been working my ass off for three days for you assholes." Geoff's every word was emphasized, anger and tears coursing through them. His voice cracked more than it normally did. "I've been trying to get this damned game to work for hours because something keeps fucking it up, and Ryan has been trying to keep Lindsay and Ray from chopping my dick off."
