Games (Skylox/Ssunkipz/Merome)

Chapter Twenty-Three: Hallucination Thingies, Huh?

*sigh*And we still haven't reached the climax yet. Man, this is fun...

Games

Ch 23: Hallucination Thingies, Huh?

I'm sitting in the middle of the netherrack arena. The Team left a few minutes ago after shouting a few more insults and ushering Ty to the exit.

Did they not see Herobrine? Did they not see what I saw? Maybe I'm going crazy.

"Skybrine, I need you to leave now so I can prepare this room for Challenge Four."

I tiredly lift my head to look at the GameMaster where he sits on top of one of the three-block-tall netherrack structures. "Please don't call me Skybrine. My name is Sky. I am Sky."

The GameMaster shrugs, swinging his legs. "Sorry, but now I've got even more reason to call you Skybrine, so I won't stop any time soon. I must apologize, though, for screwing up your vision and causing the hallucinations."

"The halluci- what!?"

"Yes, that was me. I used one of my powers to change some of what you saw and heard. I couldn't change how Ty moved, what he did with his arms, hands, or legs, but I could make it seem like you were facing off with Herobrine. And I did, so..."

"You realize you just ruined all of my standing friendships?"

"It's okay, you still have all your sitting friendships!" the GameMaster jokes badly, making a 'bah-dum, tss!' sound.

I groan and bury my face in my hands. I'm such an idiot! Now the entire Team hates me, they think I'm just like my crappy psychopath of a dad.

You know, they're sort of right. I mean, that feeling I had right before I was about to kill who I thought was Herobrine...

I don't know.

I wish I'd never convinced the Team to sign up for the game show. I should have known the GameMaster would be too much for me- for us. It was a stupid idea. Ty was right, I have really stupid ideas sometimes. Okay, fine, all the time.

Hey, wait, I just realized something!

In the Game Room, right before the actual game show started, I told Ty that I could see the future and that everything would be alright (I was obviously wrong, but shut up and let me continue). Earlier today, I predicted that I'd lose all my friends and get kicked out of Team Crafted, and I was right!

I've become a psychic!

Shh, it's the one highlight of my day, let me cherish it.

"Skybrine? You gonna leave, or what?"

"Could I just stay for... for a few more minutes? I just need to- to think, and I won't be able to knowing all my friends are in the rooms next door."

"... Sure. I guess. I still hate you, though."

"Don't worry, I won't forget."

There's silence for a bit while the GameMaster flies around and does little poofy things that make the stands around the arena disappear and be replaced by beige flooring. Then he suddenly speaks up again. "Uh, this might not work, since they were pretty mad, and... Well, I don't exactly want your friends to forgive you, because when your life is hard, mine is fun, but... You could, um, you could try to explain to them what I did. You could tell them about the hallucinations."

I look up at him with a surprised expression. He's right, I could at least try to explain... "T-Thank you," I say quietly.

"Woah, woah, don't you dare say thank you. We are mortal enemies, got that? Okay, we're technically immortal enemies, but still."