The Meme King

Round Two

I'm right at the exit of the arena. When I leave, I'll step down as leader. I'm not qualified to lead Team Instinct. Flowey blocks the exit.

"What are you doing Spark?" Flowey asks.

"I'm forfeiting," I reply, "what are you doing?"

"Listen," Flowey explains, "Spark, if you give up now, Team Instinct will fall apart. Are you really gonna let Testa manipulate you? Don't tell me this doesn't seem off."

He's right, there's no way that so many people would work together just to hate. Also, Testa has never even been in a gym. It's possible he joined just to mess with me.

"I see your point," I reply, "but I'm still a weak leader. Zapdos has yet to appear, my team can't hold a gym. Candela has caught Moltres and Blanche is right on Articuno's heels."

"Spark," Flowey explains, "who else could lead Team Instinct? Stay DETERMINED Spark, you can win this. I have a plan. After all," Flowey gets a grin as if he just thought of a prank, "there's no real rules except for the countdown. Trust me." Flowey burrows underground.

I hear the announcer, "what's this?" The announcer's voice echoes, "is Spark about to forfeit?"

I turn around. I walk back into the arena. "Thunder," I demand. Zaps uses thunder.

"Nope," Chuck grins, everything stops, "Chuck Testa." Chuck Testa reappears behind me with a knife.

That knife, it haunts me, disturbs me, somthing about it is just, wrong.

I hear a voice, "you think Frisk hasn't made mistakes? They've tried numerous things to save Sans. They've tried everything they can think of. EVERYTHING."

I get a splitting headache. I see Frisk, with a knife. They lunge at me. The next thing I see, is blood. So much blood, my blood. Then everything goes dark.

What was that? I don't have time to dwell on it now, I have to focus on Chuck. I douge Chuck's knife.

"Volt tackle!" I demand.

"Nope," Chuck responds, "Chuck Testa." He douges again. It dawns on me that if I attack, he's just gonna use his power to kill me, so, I don't, and wait for Flowey.

"What are you doing?" Chuck asks.

"Nothing," I reply.

"This is a fight!" Chuck demands, "fight me!"

"Nah," I smirk as I see his nostrils flare, "I'm good."

He glares at me. I don't budge.

"Attack already!" He demands.

I do nothing. What's taking Flowey so long? He better get here soon.

"Well," I smirk, "guess we're stuck here. Anyone got me a soda?" An Instinct player tosses me a canned soda. I open it, and continue to stall.

"So," I ask, "if you do become Meme King, what's your plan?"

Chuck shrugs.

"Well," I distract Chuck as I watch Flowey's vines creep towards him, "I don't have much of a plan either. So, I just wanna say," Flowey grabs Chuck's legs, "gg man, gg."

Flowey snaps Chuck's legs.

"Amazing distraction tactics by Spark and... Flowey the Flower apparently? Whelp, OK then," I hear the announcer boom throughout the silent arena.

Chuck clearly can't stand. The crowd counts down, and it's all over. I begin towards home. I'm stopped by Donald Trump.

This jackass. He's an Instinct player with powerful mons, but I'd kick him off if I had the chance. Guess, "we need to build a wall." Caught on.

"Hey," Trump smiles in an odd, unnerving fashion, "nice job out there. You know, I really thought you'd die." He offers to shake my hand. I accept. He grips my hand in a spiteful, painful way. I look back at Chuck, seeing Donald as he rolls away on a stretcher, I see fear in his eyes. I put the pieces together. Trump hired Chuck to kill me. He must want team Instinct for himself.

"Good luck tomorrow," I smile, trying to get away.

"As to you," Trump grins, "you're gonna need it.

I leave as quick as I can. I pass by Sans. I wave to him, he nods back. I go back to Kappa's house.

"Hey Spark," Kappa greets with a grim expression, "there's someone here to see you."

Candela enters the room. "Spark," she explains, "I have some bad news. They're not dead, but, Blanche has been shot."