Crack Attack: A Collection of One-Shots and Other Disturbing Shit

The World Ends With You (Crazy Craft Finale)

Song: Save Tonight by Eagle Eye Cherry

"What do you mean 'go back'?!? Go back where?!?" Preston yells, his false bravado trying and failing to disguise the fear in his eyes. He knows more than he's realized. He has flashbacks and nightmares that he hasn't told anyone about, just like the rest of us have. His eyes scan all of us, but they pause on me. "What's going on?!? Tell me!!!"

"Preston, it's okay. Just give us a chance to-"

"Don't tell me it's okay!!! Don't you tell me to calm down!!! You tell me this place isn't real!!! And we're dead!!! Then you tell me to calm down?!? Screw you, Rob!!! Go back to your freakin' planter and suck dirt!!!" The Bacca raises his chipped axe and steps forward to aim it right at Preston's head, pretending to throw it through the air in intimidation.

"Preston, I swear to Notch and Nooch and the Notorious OG Newell if you don't shut your goddamn goopy mouth I'mma send your leaky ass back to spawn! Shut the fuck up!" The lava mob huffs and backs away from Vik and me, pitch black terror still flowing from his eyes like tear tracks down his barely glowing cheeks. "Now where's this magical fuckin' door outta this joint? Nothing's worse than these goddamn fleas."

"Depending on what sent you here in the first place, you might be revising that statement very shortly," Vik mutters with an uncharacteristic darkness in his eyes. "Based on the fact that we're sentient beings here and some of us have memories of our pre-server lives, that would make this place our own personal Limbo. We're waiting here on the Island of Lost Boys, either to live... or to die."

"We think that making it to the door is our last trial. We can respawn in this dimension, so we hypothetically have unlimited tries if we keep trying. With all of us working together, we can do it, no matter how long it takes." Vik turns to me with that blank darkness in his eyes, seeing through me and judging me.

"Assuming that all of us want to try to go back, Rob."

"Of course."

"What the fuck are you saying? Of course we all want to go back! I say we put it to a vote," Mitch asserts, turning to look around at all of us, trying to be the ringleader like in the good old days. "If you know for sure you want to get your ass out of here, raise your hand." Mitch, Jerome, Preston, Lachlan. Not as many as he had hoped, and not likely enough people for them to defeat the King. "Okay. At least we have something to work with. Now raise your hand if you're at least thinking about leaving so we can try to persuade you to be a fucking decent human being and come help us." Mitch, Jerome, Preston, Lachlan, Vik, and, finally, me. Mat's helmet stares blankly ahead at us with its metallic grin and Choco swivels his head and takes a visible step back.

"Whaddaya mean you don't wanna go back?!? Choco?!? Rob?!?"

"Don't act like you know me, bro. Outside of this server, you don't know shit about me," I answer and I earn a grim smile from Vik. "You don't get to judge me and my life decisions like you're better than me."

"We never said we wouldn't help you; as if there's anything better to do in this godforsaken place. Just don't try to drag us through the door with you."

"So that's it?" The Bacca's lips are pulled back in a snarl of frustration. "You're gonna fight the good fight and just strand your asses here for-fuckin'-ever because o' some stupid ass mistake you mighta made? You both have people back home waiting for your dumb asses. Sometimes I wonder why, but you do. Are you really gonna leave 'em waitin' there like that? Forever?"