Mixys POV
Once we got back to our room, we hid our cookies in a place nobody will ever find them. The MiniFridge.
Okay. I admit. They'll probably find them if they look. Whatever.
"Mix! Do you wanna finish playing on MinePlex?" Ashley asked me
"Sure! What game?" I replied
"Mixed Arcade!" Ash screamed at me
Ashley's POV
We hid our cookies in the MiniFridge. Not the greatest hiding spot, but NOBODY and I mean NOBODY messes with my chocolate marshmallow fluff cookies.
Let's just say that at the orphanage, we were banned from having those kind. A few kids got bloody noses from yours truly.
I was getting bored, so I asked Mixy to play Mixed Arcade. She said yes.
The first game was One in The Chamber, in which both of us died instantly. Next up was the farm animal killing one. I was hungry, so of course I won!
Next up was Red Light; Green Light. Let's just say that's not my strong suit. Mixyis amazing at it, and she won!
Then came along Smoke Monster. I was dead before the game even started. The last and final round was Popcorn (the one where Jerome turns his volume up all the way).
To pay tribute to my main bac, I turned my volume all the way up, and pretended not to be able to hear Mixy's voice. At the end, I was an emotional wreck. Laughing at the sheer stupidity of what I just did, and crying because it reminded me of my old life with TC.
Mixys POV
Ashley turned her volume all the way up for Popcorn, and pretended not to be able to hear me. At the end of the round, she won, and started crying.
I didn't know what to do, so I hugged her, and asked her "Ash? Are you okay?"
"N-no. That r-rem-minded me of J-jerome too much." She managed to choke out between sobs.
"It's okay. I'm sure they're trying to save us right now." I said soothingly
"Y-you probably think I'm a b-baby now." She said sadly
"No. Not at all. When we played the Hunger Games, who was crying? Me. It reminded me of Mitch. And how he always had something to say to cheer me up." I said
"I miss L-lachlan and Jerome. And all of Team Crafted. We need to bust out of here." She said
"Yep. But for now, let's play some pixelmon on La-- wait no. Let's play Draw That Block." I said
"Okay. But first... Let me eat a cookie." Ash said smiling
"OOH. THATS IT." I screamed
That was not smart. Remember how we're prisoners here? Yeah. There's gaurds outside our door. So they came rushing in, and started asking questions.
"What's it. Why are you yelling. Who are you yelling at. No yelling in The House." One of them said rapid fire
"Ummm. That's how you make a cookie, I'm yelling because I finally figured it out, I'm just randomly yelling, and sorry." I said right back
"Okay. Listen. Amber, go check the other set of rooms. I'll watch these inmates." The first one said
"Ok. Be right back." The second one said
The second one left, and the first one bent down to whisper something in my ear.
"Hey dood. I'm Molly. Apart of the Believers. She's not. Watch out for her. And sorry but.. You stupid bitch. Get a life other than with my Benja." the first one whispered
"Whispering threats again, huh Molly?" The second one said as she walked in
"Yeah. U got a problem with that Martha? You can't say you've never done it." Molly said
(A/N Yeah. Martha's from my school, soooo this might get akward.)
"Shut up. The rest of the rooms are clear. Let's just get out of here. Smells bad. Take a bath sometime bitches." Martha said
"FYI bitch, we took showers. I think you're finally smelling yourself." Ashley said
"Oh god. Ashley what have you done?" I whispered to myself as Martha got closer to Ashley
"You. Dumb. Ass. What. The hell did you just say?" Martha screamed as she punched Ashley
But Ashley just stood there, unfazed by the punch.
"ARE YOU JUST GOING TO STAND THERE STARING AT ME? START BEGGING FOR MERCY." Martha shrieked
Then Ashley whispered something I couldn't hear. Martha must have heard it though, since she punched Ashley again and again until Ashley just walked away.
She walked over to her bed, and stared at her hand.
Oh no. She was not going to do this. No. No. No. Ashley. No. Don't do it.
"Ashley. No." I whispered fiercely.
"Someone has to teach her a lesson in kindness." She whispered back
"But she'll punch you again! You already have a black eye!" I whispered, slightly louder
"So. She used punch. It was not very affective. I use punch. I'll bet you the remainder of my cookies that it's very affective." She said in Nerd Language
"Don't. Ashely please." I said
"It must be done." She said seriously
At that point, I knew it was useless arguing with her.
"Very well."
She smiled as she walked up to Martha.
"Back for more you stupid bitch?" Martha taunted
"You used punch it was not very affective. Now Ashley is using punch." Ashley said as she punched Martha
Martha doubled over in pain and shock. Then, Martha pushed a button that I didn't notice before. And a voice came on the intercom saying "All units head to 17B" repeatedly.
"It was super affective." Ashely said as the staff rolled her away on a movable hospital bed (idk what they're actually called).
I think Ashley's found her derp side again.
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Team Crafted Adopted... Me???
FanficAshley is a 15 year old girl. She's been at Miss Daisy's Orphanage for Girls since she was 5. She never expected to be adopted. Especially by TEAM CRAFTED! Warning: Strong language is used throughout the book. Also includes romance (not bad though)
