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"You don't understand," North sighed. HIm and I were having a small meeting about well everything.
"No, I think I do. We are in a world of robots and there are people watching us, one by one they are trying to kill us all, kind of like survival of the fittest. I learn't that bit in science," I explained and to be fair there doesn't seem to be anything more to it. I'm not over it, but I understand it. No one's over Sunny, everyones silent almost all the time.
"Exactly." he turned around to reveal a notebook, an old brown dusty one with a thick leather cover.
"Whats that? What to do you mean exactly? Can I please have some answers! Everythings so sectrative like noone wants to tell me one of the most obvious things ever! Like why all those girls hate me or why Ash has mental breakdowns or why nobody knows what that thing that devoured a human is!? Why did she have to-"
"It's a list. Of the people, the humans that have died."
Silence.
Both of us were too emotionally unstable to talk but I took the book almost regretting it already. It felt old, the pages were yellowed and felt damp. I reluctenly opened the first page.
In small fancy writing the names of about twenty people were crammed in, that was only one weeks worth of names. I read each name, beside them they had the reason. Sixteen people went missing, three were murdered and one was trapped. I looked up at North as if asking him what this meant.
"North," I whispered close to tears, "What is this?"
"I told you."
"No I mean why do I need to see the people that died in 1961, what does this tell me? Does it even help? Whats trapped? Why were these people murdered, how did they go missing?" I pleaded.
He hesitated deeply, "This was when it started."
"What started?"
"The Game."
"And? Please, I need answers!"
"What do you think this is!? It might not seem like a game to us but thats because we are the characters, the puppets. We have to try and survive, on the 24th of each month one of us will have a game over, wipeout, one of us will die."
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