-Georges POV-
->>_Thursday, 2:05pm _<<-
I smiled. Now we can get anyone to tell the truth!
Jacob - "So... I think when it's red, it's a lie. But when it's normal, it's the truth."
George - "Yeah, that seems right."
Jacob - "Dave, do you have a crush on George?"
Dave - "No."
The cube didn't turn red.
Jacob - "Do you love George?"
Dave - "Nope."
Still the same.
Jacob - "Why didn't you punch George?"
Dave - "Bad experiences?"
The cube turned red.
Dave - "Damn. I hate this thing."
Jacob - "I love it. Dave, tell us the truth."
Dave - "I just can't. I don't know why. I'm not gay. I don't have a crush on any guy. I just don't know why. It's not a bad experience because I punch the rest of you all the time."
The cube stayed the same.
Jacob - "Go try to punch George right now then."
George & Dave - "What."
Jacob - "Come on Dave. If you're not a coward."
Dave - "Fine."
The cube turned red.
Jacob - "Why won't you punch him?"
Dave - "I DON'T KNOW OK?!"
The cube went back to normal.
Jacob - "Ooooooooh. I get it. You have a soft spot for british people."
Dave - "What?"
Jacob - "Everybody has a favourite race. It's racist but you're not hating on the others so that makes it ok."
Dave - "I'm still confused."
Jacob - "Dave, do you enjoy the company of George more than anyone else?"
Dave - "No."
The cube turned red.
Jacob - "Do you have a crush on George?"
Dave - "NO!"
The cube went back to normal.
Jacob - "He's got a british fetish or something."
Dave - "Seriously dude!?"
Jacob - "Public humiliation. Everybody laugh at Dave it's-"
Dave jumped on top of Jacob and began punching him.
Zak - "He deserves it, right George?"
George - "Yep."
Zak walked over to me and whispered something.
Zak - 'How do you feel knowing that Dave might get clingy?'
George - 'I don't know. It's weird but I don't really think he can help it.'
Zak - 'Alright.'
I walked over to see Jacob getting beaten by Dave. It was pretty funny. I stood there and laughed.
Once I stopped I walked over to the couch sitting down on it.
George - "Jacob, Dave, Zak, Come here, we should... Talk about Mega."
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Corruption At Its Finest
RandomTrapped. Alone. Waiting to be free'd. Nothing is in my control anymore. I sit here crying in this empty abyss. My friends have been killed. By who? Me? Was this the real me? Or was this something else. Something different. Something... Toxic.
