Author Note:

You're going to love and hate this part. Probably.

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Knock, knock!

I groaned as I awoke to someone at my door. I stumbled out of the bed; it wasn't as comfy as the one from the last island. I guess it severed its purpose as a bed, though.

Until someone wakes me up.

It probably isn't even 10 am, which is the time I usually wake up. Plus, I don't get why do people always come to me to talk about things. Amari's the closest one here to a therapist.

"Hello?" I opened the door to my cabin. I blinked a few times to get a clear view of the human who stood before me.

"Soairse..." Naomi sounded extremely worried. "Can I talk to you about something?"

"Huh?" I was half awake and had now idea what happening. I didn't even know what time it was. "Yeah, sure." I yawned in response after my brain was able to somewhat process what was happening.

"I'm worried about Arlen," She looked down, unsure of what to do. "He won't move from the wall, he hasn't eaten anything since we got on this island... I don't even know if he goes to his cabin at night to sleep."

"Okay," I answered, not really know how else to respond. "What are you going to do?"

"I... I don't know," The streamer sounded more unsure of what to do right now than she has the entire killing game. "Before all this, Arlen was always the one knowing what to do and being the strong one of the two us. But now... I don't even know..."

"Well, if he's not being the strong one, then why don't you do it?" I suggested, not getting how things are easier said than done. "You're stronger than me. You're like a lot stronger than me."

"Hehe..." She laughed at me misunderstanding. "Not physical strength, silly. It's more like emotional strength."

"Well, you're probably just as strong with emotions, right?" I guessed.

"Not exactly," She shook her head. "When I was a little younger than I am now, my parents kicked me out of the house. Arlen got his own apartment and let me stay with him. At first, things were really hard. Money doesn't grow on trees, you know..."

"But if money is just paper than doesn't it grow on trees because you turn trees into paper?" I explained, as the purples haired girl smiled by my comment.

"It's a saying," She told me before continuing her story. "That's actually how I got into streaming. I wanted to make a little extra money to help Arlen out for letting me stay with him. As time went on, I got more popular streaming. Arlen actually started editing my videos. We got enough money to get a bigger place, we weren't having trouble paying the bills anymore, and we got titled as Ultimates."

"Wow," My jaw dropped a little in awe. "Everyone's story of how they got their talents is so much cooler than mind."

"I'm sure your story is pretty cool, too," She smiled as she assured me. "Oh! The point of me telling you the story was because Arlen has always been there for me. He's helped me out a lot, especially when times were tough. It's just saddening to see him like this... It's saddening to see him so depressed. He's usually cheerful and happy."

"Well, I mean, he did spend most of his time with Ocean," I reminded her in case she had forgotten. "Then Ocean turned out to be the killer, and he watched him die. It pretty isn't something you get over in like two minutes."

"Yeah, I know, but..." She didn't say anything. The girl knew that her brother was going through a lot, but she wanted him to just return to normal.

"Is it 7 am, yet?" I asked, wanting to back to sleep.

"It's almost 8," She told, looking at her ChromePhone.

I forget the ChromePhones exist sometimes. Maybe because I don't use it as much as I should. Speaking of using it, I should really check out the motive. It seems a bit odd compared to the last motive, but at the same time, the entire killing game is odd.

"I'm going to get breakfast," I told Naomi as I left her and my cabin. I didn't really care to change out of the set of clothes I worn and went to sleep in yesterday.

* * *

"I declare Leo–" A finger boldly pointed at the artist when I stepped into the Island Restaurant. "–the Pancake King!"

I glanced over at Leo to see why he was being called the 'Pancake King'. I saw he had a pancake on his head for some reason. He didn't look to happy about it.

"Nash," The 'Pancake King' took a deep breath before he released of his inter frustration into on sentence. "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU THROW A PANCAKE AT ME?!"

"I was aiming for Cho, but I missed and hit you instead," The rock singer explained, as he had made a simple mistake.

"Cho is on the opposite side of fucking room?!!" The angry boy glared at the plastic surgeon, who had a head free of pancakes on it. "How the heck did you miss him?!"

"Uhhh," The blue haired musician couldn't think of answer.

"It is time for a breakfast sacrifice to our savior!" Eden sang as she opened a bottle of syrup. She began to dump the syrup on the pancakes that was on Leo's head. "The Pancake King will make a fine sacrifice."

"Ughh!..." The concept artist stood up in a sudden rage. He knocked the healer to ground when he did so. "This is what I get for actually eating breakfast with the rest of weirdass motherfuckers!... I'm fucking out." He stomped out of the Island Restaurant with pancake still on his head.

"Can I get some pancakes?" I asked, causing everyone to awkwardly turned to me.

"Yeah, here," Sergey handed me a plant with a few pancakes already on it. They were already cut up into pieces and covered in syrup. "Just sit wherev'r."

I decided to take a seat next to Amari since, Prisha wasn't here. They didn't react too much to chaos that was unfolding, they just ate their breakfast and observed the situation in silence.

"Well, since Leo's gone," Nash grabbed a pancake from one of the plates in the center of the table he was sitting at. He plopped the pancake onto his head. "I am the new Pancake King!"

"All hail the Pancake King! All hail the Pancake King!" Nona chanted, deciding to make her brother feel excited in the ridiculous situation he had put himself and everyone else in.

"All h-hail the P-Pancake K-King," Pix nervous repeated what the drummer chanted with less enthusiasm. "All h-h-hail the P-Pancake K-King..."

"King Nash," Cho looked at Nash who was eating the pancakes on his plate, while keeping the pancake without syrup on his head. "What's your first order as king?"

It seemed that the surgeon was trying to make an dirty adult reference based on the tone of his voice. Though, he usually sounds like that.

"Hmm. My first order as the Pancake King," The bluenette thought long and hard about this. Then he jolted up from his chair, causing the pancake to bounce as he stood up. "My first order as the Pancake King is that I demand more pancakes!"

"What?!" Sergey was angered by the fact that the musician was demanding more food than usual. "I already made three fuckin' batches! I'm not making anymore for the rest of fuckin' day!"

"Awww," Nash sat down, sad that he couldn't get more pancakes. "Don't worry my sweet pancakes, we'll met again." He sniffled, taking his theatrics a bit far.

After the whole 'Pancake King' thing, nothing else really happened at breakfast. After I finished my food I decided to make my rounds walking around and looking for something to do.

* * *

I didn't see anyone doing anything so I sat on a bench that was outside the island gift shop, The Firepit. It had crossed my mind that have yet to try out the motive with all the others there. So I decided to pull out my ChromePhone and play the Flappy Bat game.

The game started up. It was almost exactly like game it was based off of; there was an 8-bit Chromesuki that would upwards when the screen was tapped. Apparently, if I collected enough coins in the game I could get an 8-bit Monocroak with wings to play as instead of Chromesuki.

I tried once. I hit a poll. I tried twice. I got past the first poll, bit hit the second. I tried a third time. Same thing happened as the second time I tried.

I tried many, many, many, times.

And each time I failed. I couldn't even get the 8-bit Chormesuki past poll 10. How was I supposed to beat the game and figure out who the mastermind was?

If the motive was given to us to cause us discomfort over not being able to beat a video game that looks easy, then the motive is definitely working on me. I get stressed over smallest things, especially when they don't go the way I plan them to go.

I let out a sigh, before running my hand over my face. I couldn't help but stare at my game over screen. I don't understand why this game was hard? It's just tapping the screen.

Maybe I'm just bad—

My thoughts where interrupted by a scream. It sounded like the scream came from the gift shop. Without a second to lose, I shove my ChromePhone in my pocket and rushed inside.

I saw something coming down the stairs to ran up a few steps to see what I was looking at. My mind couldn't process the action of the moment quick enough so it was all a big blur.

"Get the fuck off me, nerd," The voice of the cyannette that keeps appearing in my life brought me back to reality. Or, well, just made me open my eyes.

As my eyes opened, I noticed I was on the floor of the gift shop laying on my back. The carpet was very blue and very soft. I noticed one other thing, too, when I opened my eyes.

Something was on my stomach. Actually, someone was on stomach. That someone being the cyannette the voice came from.

Our faces were extremely close to one another, I could practically feel Prisha's body heat. She looked annoyed as she usual does, though I didn't realize the cool red color of her eyes until she was practically an inch away from my face. Her face was turned redder and redder, so I decided that I should say probably something.

"Uhh, you're the one on me," I explained, and her face blushed the brightest shade of red that existed on the entire color palette.

"Fuck!" She was quick to react, and she bounced to her feet. I slowly got up after her. I turned to her, still confused on what happened to get us on the floor in the first place.

"So, how did you get on top?" I questioned, feeling like I should get some kind of explanation. "Of me." I added, in case I wasn't clear enough.

"Some bitch pushed me down the stairs!" She angrily recalled what happen, as she quickly looked at the staircase and then back at me. "That would have probably hurt at lot more if you weren't there for me to fall on you." Her face turned a bit red as she looked away from me and quickly pushed up her glasses. "So thanks for existing, nerd."

"Oh, no problem," I accepted her unusual way of saying thanks. "So, someone pushed you down that stairs?"

"Yep," She answered, looking back at me. Her face was back to its original color. "When I get my hands on that fucking asshole–"

"You think the person who pushed you was trying to kill you?" I suggested, making the cyannette jump back in shock. Though, she was probably just doing that to be dramatic or something.

"No shit, Sherlock," She replied, as if it was obvious. "It's been an entire 24 hours. Someone has probably beat the motive and is planning a murder."

"But," I thought back to the motive. If someone beats the motive they learn who the 'Mastermind' of the killing game is. "If someone is trying to kill you, then–"

"I'm the Mastermind," She said in an antagonistic voice as she pushed her glasses, making to to where I couldn't see her eyes due to the reflection of the light.

"Wait, really?" I questioned, wanting to know if she was or wasn't the Mastermind.

"No, of course not," She followed up. "If I was the Mastermind that motives would be a thousand times worse."

"Yeah, okay," I was quick to believe that Prisha wasn't the Mastermind since I don't want her to be.

"I can't believe actually fell for that," She laughed, before she fluffed her pigtails. "You're supposed to be a nerd, right? Aren't nerds supposed to be smart?"

"Well–" I was about to give I long explanation of why I was so quick to believe Prisha because I liked her, but I couldn't give my long explanation because I was interrupted by something familiar.

Something dreadfully familiar...

*ding dong, bing bong*

"A body has been discovered!" The loud speaker announced to everyone.

"What the fuck?!" The girl with me jumped due to her shock from the announcement. She quickly regained her composure and looked at me. "I guess someone's committed murder again." She laughed a little.

"Please report to the well for investigation!" The intercom followed up on the previous announced, before shutting off.

I quickly grabbed Prisha's hand and started rushing towards the wishing well.

"I didn't give you permission to hold my hand, nerd!" She complained, as she we ran there.

When the cyannette and I arrived we saw Naomi and Amari looking into the well, while Esprit stood behind them observe ring the situation.

"No, no..." The streamer was in tears, as she leaned over the well. "Arlen!... Arlen I'm coming! Just hold on a littler longer, okay?... Everything is going to be fine, I-I, I promise!..."

"Naomi," Amari decided that this was too much for them to watch. "You need to rela–"

"NO!" She snapped, causing the greenette to back away from her wanting to give her some space. "Arlen is at the bottom of the fucking well! How can I relax when my brother is in danger?!!"

"He's dead," The algendonicist told her, almost as she grinning while doing so.

"No! He's not dead!..." The streamer cried, as she yelled at the cyannette. "Arlen is alive! I know it!..."

"The Body Discovery Announcement went off," Amari chimed in, trying to bring Naomi to her painful reality. "I don't think that it would go if someone didn't die..."

"Arlen isn't dead! He isn't!" She kept refusing to believe that her brother was dead. "See for yourselves."

Prisha and I walked over to the well, and peaked our heads in. We hoped to find a living person. We hoped Naomi was right.

But...

Hope isn't always on our side.

Down in the wishing well was the corpse of Alren, the Ultimate Video Editor. He had blood on his face, and some cuts that he probably received from the murder.

The sight of his body only meant one thing. Another investigation would take place. So would another class trial. Another person would be executed in front of everyone.

We would lose yet another person in our group.

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Author Note:

So, anyone have any predictions on who the killer might be? I kinda already know, but I'm just wonder if it's obvious or not.