Shipwrecked On Emo Island

◌ Twenty Two ◌

"FIRE!"

"FIRE!"

"WHAT?!"

"FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!'

"EVACUATE!"

"NO WE CAN'T JUST LEAVE!"

"QUICK! GET SOMETHING TO STOP IT!"

"LIKE WHAT?"

"PATRICK, DON'T BLOW ON THE FLAMES, IT WON'T DO ANYTHING!"

"SORRY I THOUGHT IT MIGHT HELP!"

"FIRE!"

"HURRY, GET SOME WATER!"

"WATER WON'T HELP!

"CAN WE PEE ON IT? WILL THAT HELP?'

"NO BRENDON, PEE WON'T STOP THE FIRE!"

Frank realized how real the situation was and he got up fast to look. His ten teammates were running around the kitchen in despair. The quesadillas were up in flames and the fire was spreading rapidly. Joe was on the ground bawling while Andy tried to comfort him. Mikey was running around in circles in fear, tripping over Andy and Joe. Patrick was trying to blow out the fire while Brendon peed over it. Gerard tried beating the fire to death with a towel but stopped pretty soon when, to his horror, the towel caught fire too. Ray stood next to him nearly coughing to death from the smoke.

That's when Frank remembered something.

The fire extinguisher! It was upstairs in his room, he didn't think they'd actually need it. He ran upstairs two steps at a time (like the bad boy he was) and retrieved the bottle before racing back down (he tried to do three at a time but he wasn't bad enough and his legs were too short to manage.

He bolted into the kitchen and saved the day by putting out the fires. When they were able to see again, they were in shock. The whole room was covered in the white snow looking stuff leftover. A lot of the cooks had some of the stuff on them. It was not a nice looking scene.

"Okay then." Frank said. "Looks like that's all taken care of. Be careful next time. Oh, and if you need any dishes washed, I'll be napping on the couch again." He said before headed for the living room.

Nobody responded.

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Ten minutes until time's up
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"Are you sure this needs more hot sauce?' Dallon asked, holding back tears.

"Of course!" Patrick reassured. "This is Pierce The Veil we're talking about! They can handle anything spicy."

"Fine." Dallon choked out as he dumped another layer of hot sauce on the taste-test quesadilla. He took another bite and almost fell over from the burning feeling in his throat. He coughed hard and spit up the quesadilla, covering his arm in a red liquid. Either blood from his insides or hot sauce. He fell into a coughing fit and Patrick deemed him useless before moving on to another person.

"Joe can you sample this please?" Patrick asked, showing him the plate.

Joe shrugged and took a bite. He instantly passed out cold (er, shall I say hot?). Patrick tended to him for a moment before dumping him on Andy.

"Pete can you try this?" Patrick asked.

"Sure!" Pete took one bite and burst into tears.

Patrick smiled, knowing it was a good temperature but then frowned remembering poor Pete was hurt. Oh well. They had to get this challenge done.

"Brendon? Tell me if this is good."

Brendon took a large bite and his tongue dissolved in his mouth.