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I Say You Kill Your Heroes And Fly, Fly, Baby Don't Cry; no need to worry because everybody will die
Topic Started: Aug 13 2016, 04:34 PM (971 Views)
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“AaaaahhhHGHHHH.”

That was not precisely a cry of distress at the overarching circumstances, so much as the fact that Danny had woken up in a large, tangly pile of seaweed that had washed up in the little cove. And it felt really gross.

((B020: Daniel 'Danny' Brooks: START))

Danny flailed ineffectually, but only got more tangled up in the seaweed. Ew. Ew, ew, ew. This was the worst. This was the literal worst thing.

Because everything else? So obviously a joke. A really bad, in poor taste joke, but… like… this shit just didn't happen. Not to him. Not to some kids from way in the middle of Buttfuck Nowhere. It always happened in, like… crowded places, like Seattle. On big school trips to fun places, not to sciency shit. Who the fuck would go all the way to Kingsman to kidnap a bunch of kids going to learn about science?

So. Clearly a joke. Besides, who is so petty as to dump a kid in a pile of seaweed? Probably Bradley. Come to think of it, this was such a Bradley-style joke. Poor taste was his jam. Man, this was a little far, even for him…

Danny struggled to his feet, still weighed down by all the seaweed. Ew. He found his bag tossed nearby—fucking rude—next to a bigger bag with 'B020' stamped on it. Jesus, really going the extra mile, isn't he?

The image of Mr. Graham being shot, of blood splattering the dark ground, of that man explaining the rules in that horribly calm way, of the video, it all flitted through his head. Danny pushed it away.

Everything was fine. Bad dream. That's all.

He trudged along, still trying to squirm his way out of the seaweed, when he saw two other figures nearby. Jeremy—okay guy, occasionally uncomfortable jokes—and Irene—pretty cool girl, little weird but Danny was okay with that.

“Check it out!” Danny called out before stretching his arms out, seaweed dangling off them. “I'm the swamp monster from that film about a swamp monster! Rrragh.”

That works.
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See, if this was a real game—which it totally wasn't—they probably would have screamed and tried to murder him. They didn't. They made jokes back, which meant it was all fine.

“I am doing quite well, uh… good sir? Top of the morning to ye.” Danny wasn't exactly sure why he was putting on an exaggerated Irish accent—swamp monsters weren't from there, they were like from Florida or some shit. Danny flapped his arm a little, and some of the seaweed flopped onto the ground. “Agh… but seriously. Bradley or whoever set this up's getting… y'know… strong words.” He pulled some seaweed off his head.

“But hey! Scooby Doo level villain? I take offence to that, swamp monster's a fucking movie class… ic...”

Danny trailed off when he finally noticed that both Jeremy and Irene were carrying guns. Very… scary-looking guns. Instinctively, his hands went in the air.

“Oh shit,” he muttered.

And now, perhaps… he was a tiny bit less convinced this was a joke.

Even so, he laughed nervously. Because… well, he had to make some kind of noise, and the absurdity of all this was kind of funny.
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“Yeah, I'll bet,” Danny replied to Jeremy's mention of not being the subject of most of those jokes. Of course he wouldn't be, Jeremy was a plain white dude, far as Danny could tell. Much harder to grasp for offensive jokes there. “But this is totally Bradley's thing. Big, yeah, but… maybe he had accomplices. Y'know, like, um… someone. Who's on Bradley's level of, uh… y'know?” Danny said timidly. He didn't want to outright call Bradley's jokes inappropriate, but they totally were. Sometimes they were kinda funny, but sometimes it was like 'Bradley, could you maybe chill?'

Upon Irene's royal command, Danny uneasily saluted her and lowered his hands. “Yes, your royal, uh… queenliness? Queenship?” Queenship worked. There were worse queens than Irene. Danny recalled having a crush on her way back when. He couldn't really recall why. He'd had crushes for a lot of reasons. He just remembered getting rejected, moping a little and getting over it.

Jeremy put his gun away pretty fast, which made Danny a lot more comfortable. But Irene still had hers out, and hers was… bigger. Really, he was kind of impressed the guns varied. And they looked so real.

Yeah, this was… this was too elaborate. Maybe it wasn't Bradley. Maybe it was a super elaborate game show that would be cancelled immediately because of how poor taste it was. Wait, that literally was what the real Survival of the Fittest was, apart from the big about getting cancelled. Game show where the only prize was living if you made it to 1st place.

Okay, there was no way to tell this from the real thing, as far as he knew. (Again, Mr. Graham flitted through his head, but he shook that off. That could be faked.)

The only thing that really couldn't be faked was bullets. That'd just be irresponsible for a prank.

“Okay, okay, so… I got it. Y'know how we prove this is fake?” He gestured at the other two, and the gun that Irene was still holding. “Just, y'know, aim at something far off. And non-living. It'll do the, y'know… fake noise or whatever. No damage. And then we can go and… I don't know, there's probably, like...”

Danny trailed off for a moment, looking around.

“...Where are we, again?”
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Irene was on his side for it. Accomplices? Totally the answer. Hell, Danny wouldn't have put it past Fiyori. Maybe a bit harsh to bring classmates into it, but it could be delayed revenge for the whole dumping thing. Even if they'd somewhat made up (okay, Danny had made up, Fiyori hadn't had anything to apologise for in that case.)

But then the gun went off. Irene toppled back. There was a horrible ringing in Danny's ears.

Danny toppled over as well from sheer shock, fists raised like he was going to challenge the gunshot to a fight. Staring at the little puff of sand that had been thrown into the air where the shot had landed.

There were a few seconds of dead silence. Dead silence for all that Danny could tell, anyway, as the ringing sound in his ears faded. Danny got to his feet, but with his fists still raised.

Then he flipped his shit.

“No. No, no, no, no. That's… that's gotta be… no, come on, this can't be real. We cannot be… it's wrong, the… it's supposed to happen on school trips to fun places, to kids in big cities, it's not supposed to happen to us! You're in on it! The both of you gotta be in on this!” He laughed. High-pitched and not amused in the least. “It's fake! It's fake! It's fake…” He shook his head, and as he did so felt the ring of metal around his neck. Suddenly it seemed so very heavy. He grabbed it with both hands.

“It's not real! This isn't real! I can just… it'll come off and I'll be fine, and—“

He yanked. Nothing.

“It'll come off!”

Another pull. Nothing.

“It'll… it'll...”

He trailed off, staring at the other two with wide eyes, fingers still wrapped around the collar. At the guns they both had. At his own bag, which probably had a gun in it as well. A gun he was expected to use.

“Oh god,” he whimpered.
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Danny had nothing cute to say. He didn't even have a little side thought about how apparently Irene thought that was his 'thing.'

His mind felt like it was being hit by a train. This train that was barrelling towards him while he was tied to the tracks. Probably with that Danya guy twirling the evil moustache he probably had nearby. Only there would be no heroic guy on a horse to ride in and save the damsel—which, in this scenario, was apparently him—because… well, fuck, why would there be? And he'd never really liked guns all that much—swords were cooler and made him less nervous, particularly in the hands of the sort of people who owned shotguns—but now he saw guns in the hands of people who might choose to kill him at any moment. He might encounter guns in the hands of ex-girlfriends who figured if they should kill anyone, it might as well be the guy who broke up with them via text message.

Danny lowered his hands from his collar—because damn was it not coming off—and reached down to unzip his own bag to get the gun that was inside. He wasn't going to shoot Irene or Jeremy. He wasn't. He was, like, 70% sure he wasn't going to do that. But… but if everyone else had guns, he wanted a gun, too. That was fair, wasn't it?

He didn't have a gun. He didn't even have a sword. Instead, he pulled out a portable CD player.

This… was not fair at all.

Danny looked at the portable CD player, clunky despite said portability—oh, look, it came with batteries, that was nice of them—before holding it out with the air of a tired but dedicated jester juggling for the executioner while they tried to tie a rope around his neck. A grin—not a happy one, instead looking like his face had a sudden onset of rigor mortis—appeared.

“Well.” His voice was quiet, strained but he tried to put as much cheer into it as possible. “Clearly, I have this game won. Every children's show knows the power of music and love and stuff is stronger than guns. Especially if this is a 4kids dub.”

Probably not cute, but it's all he had for now. And maybe if he tried cute or some cheap store-brand attempt at it, then Irene would be less likely to shoot him.
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Danny let out a weak laugh. “That would have been a better game. Just…” He lifted a hand and pointed like he was holding a gun. “Sproing.”

Irene moved suddenly, and Danny raised his CD player like it was a shield. But she bounded past him, running and yelling something about how she had to go.

“Huh? Hey, wait!” But she was already gone.

Danny looked at Jeremy. Then looked at the gun, which was now raised. Not pointed at him, but still raised. Could be so easily pointed at him. And apart from one class of sex jokes, Danny just didn't know Jeremy that well. Didn't know if this ridiculous calmness about the fact that they were all going to die was normal, or whether Jeremy had cracked.

Danny decided he didn't want to stick around to find out. And he'd always been great at outrunning his problems.

“I, uh… yeaaaaah,” Danny said slowly, before tucking the CD player underneath one arm and just bolting. Same direction Irene had, because… well, he knew and liked Irene a little more than Jremy. Maybe he could catch up, even if he wasn't sure if he wanted to.

He wasn't really sure what he wanted at all, except that he wanted to be safe. And what was the chance of that?

((Danny Brooks continued in Hideaway.))
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