"Here, this is the Show Stage!"

We walked for a little while throughout the hall. Twists and turns here and there. We finally walk through a white door with a gold star that had the words 'Trimmer's Studio'.

I look around the room cautiously of my surroundings. Is this?

"Do you, recognize this?"

This is the exact same game show room as the one that Bim Trimmer had a video on three years ago.

The pedestals look new and improved, but they're similar to the ones in what Wilford probably has. They're currently turned off but they still seem to work.

"Did you make a show three years ago in this?" I ask him.

He smiles at me, delighted. "Well, I started the Game show three years ago. I still do the show today. Do you know what it's called?"

I do. Three years ago Mark made a video with this character called Bim Trimmer. He's now one of the Alter Egos, obviously.

"Hire My Ass. That one that I know off had three other contestants. Danny, Matthias and Ryan."

He looks at me surprised, I'm surprised I still know that.

"Well you know a lot more than what I thought you did! Maybe one day, you could come on the show! I'm sure the people would probably love you!"

I back away nervously. "N-no. Not really."

I hate the thought of being on stage, with thousands of eyes watching my every movement, and I'm afraid I'll mess up.

"Don't be silly! You don't know until you try it."

"Yeah, I know that." I nod. "I'm just shy, that's all."

"There's no need to be shy, be proud!" He cheers.

I didn't come here for this and even so it's fairly nice to know that I'm walking around a game show, it's fun! But Bim isn't making me feel any brighter. Especially how that show runs is a little silly. I can't imagine how the winning contestants explain to their families how they got their job...

"Hey, it was nice to come here but do you mind if we leave now?"

Bim turns to me, intrigued with my answer.

"It was nice to bring you here! What, was your name again?"

"Jada." I shrug.

"Jarda?"

"Jada!"

"Jrrrrrrr..."

"Really?" I exclaim.

"Yeah ok, it was nice to meet you Jaden." He chuckles.

"It's Jada!!" I hiss angrily. My face feels warm and its probably getting red.

"Jay?"

"How hard is it to say JADA?! J A D A?!" I growl.

I wonder if he's doing this for the kick of it.

We walk out the room and he walks first. In his pocket I see a key card, and there was that other hallway I saw before. It's Bim Trimmer's key card.

I shiver, would it really be a good idea to steal his card? But the thing is, what's my choices? It may be...

"Bim, wait."

He turns around to face me. "What's up?"

I take a breath. "I've watched a couple shows of yours. I was just thinking about that offer that you made for me before. If I..."

I gasp startled as he clutches both of my hands.

"Don't finish that thought! I know you don't belong in this world but I know what you're saying! If I do see you again, I'll be happy to have you on the show!"

He smiles down at me, eyes sparkling with delight. It makes me let out a giggle.

He takes one turn away from me and looks out the door. "Do you think Damien would be okay with that? He is the boss."

I quickly pick pocket the key card and shove it in my bag silently. Bim turns around but he doesn't seem to properly register what just happened.

"I don't know, that's your show. Not mine."

He nods thoughtfully. "I'll have to ask him then. I wonder what he would say about it."

I take a step out the door and Bim shuts it behind me. I'm closer than what I ever was before. Bim can't know about this. I hope he'll forgive me when he figures out his key card disappeared. Bim is a good guy, I guess.

"I'll be heading to the bathroom. So you can go up ahead." I stretch, using my time.

"You know where that is?" He asks.

I raise an eye brow to his remark. "Okay, yeah I guess you would've seen it on your way to this room." He nods.

Me and Bim walk away from the room, but I walk much slower on purpose. I can't let him know I'm trying to get through the room.

I look up at the camera as I head down the hall. There's probably one that I didn't see that points to the other hallway.

How slack is this camera guard? Am I really able to slip by?

Bim heads down the hall with the other Egos and I stop in place. I look down the hall that has the guard, but it's as if things go numb for me.

"Ch-Chase?"

There at the end of the hall. Looks like Jack. Looks like Chase.

Something doesn't feel right...

I walk closer to Chase, he glares down at me.

"̴S̷o̵ ̵Y̵O̸U̶'̸R̷E̸ ̸t̵h̶e̵ ̶k̶i̷d̴ ̴t̵h̵e̵ ̷m̸a̷n̴ ̸i̴n̶ ̸t̶h̵e̵ ̵b̷l̷a̷c̷k̸ ̶s̷u̷i̵t̶ ̷w̴a̵s̸ ̵t̴a̵l̵k̵i̵n̸g̸ ̵a̸b̶o̵u̴t̴?̶"̴

Then I figure out the problem.

Although his outfit is the same, he seems to let off this toxic green aura. I look into his eyes, the whites have turned into a glowing green and his pupils are an aqua blue. A couple streaks of red blood trail down his face replacing tears, and his plastic orange gun is instead a dark grey steel pistol. And his voice isn't normal like it's supposed to be, his voice is the only thing that's glitchy and staticy.

He's not in control...

"Hey Chase." I wave shyly.

I'm NOT looking at Chase, am I...

"̵W̸h̷a̵t̴ ̴d̷o̸ ̶y̶o̸u̷ ̸w̴a̵n̸t̴?̶"̷ He snickers.

I give him an innocent look. "May I go past you, down the hall?"

He scoffs disgusted, turning away crossing his arms. "̵I̸ ̴w̴a̷s̸ ̸I̵N̸S̶T̷R̵U̶C̴T̷E̸D̷,̵ ̶t̸o̴ ̵g̶u̵a̶r̴d̸ ̸t̸h̵i̴s̶ ̶h̶a̸l̴l̸w̶a̷y̴!̸"̴

I have to lie a lot more than I like to, but I need to know what's back there. Chase Brody is by far, one of my top favorites in the Ego universe, probably number one. If I have the power and time to, I'll do whatever I can to bring him back to himself before I leave the Parallel World. His character goes through losing his family, but I found a way that I connect to his character the most. He's so sweet, and I do relate to him.

I look down the hallways. No cameras are facing us, nobody is paying attention. I glance back at Chase.

"Did Wilford tell you that? When I came in, he offered me the chance to explore the building, that also includes guarded areas."

"̶I̶s̸ ̶t̷h̶a̸t̷ ̴s̷o̵.̶.̶?̴"̷ He peers down at me.

I smile gently at him. "I wouldn't lie to you Chase."

He chuckles. "̵D̷a̷m̷i̸e̴n̸ ̸o̵r̵d̶e̵r̶e̶d̵ ̴m̷e̶.̷"̵

My face drops. Fuck...

"̵B̷u̷t̵.̵.̵.̷"̶ He adds, thoughtfully looking away.

"̶D̸a̶m̵i̸e̷n̸ ̶c̸o̵u̵l̵d̴'̸v̴e̷ ̵e̴a̵s̶i̶l̸y̸ ̴p̴a̸s̷s̶e̸d̷ ̵t̶h̸e̷ ̶m̶e̴s̴s̶a̶g̶e̵ ̸o̷n̷ ̶t̸o̸ ̴W̸i̷l̴l̴ ̵t̴o̷ ̴t̵e̵l̶l̸ ̴y̸o̷u̷ ̷t̵h̸i̴s̵.̴"̶

He then glares down at me which makes me freeze cold. Though his glare is more of some kind of smolder. This doesn't look good on Chase. Chase is a sweetheart!!!

"I͘ ̀͝w̴͢i̕͢͡l̵͢ĺ̴͝ ̧̛̕l̨e̵t̷͜ ͏̧͟y̶͝ơ̢u̶̧ t̀hŗ̷̢ǫ͜͝u̡̧҉g̴h̶̸, ͟͜͟h̶͡͞à̴͜v͘e f̨u͟n̶͝͝ ͜͞͏wí̕͢t̷̢h͡ ́t̶̛͢he̶ ̕r̴e̶ş̧t̵́ ́͘o͘͞͠f͞ ̵͠͞th̶͞e ͢s̴͏̡ec̀̀͏u̢r͟͏į͝t͘͞҉y͏."̴̢͜

He giggles sinisterly, leaving me with the rest of the security. I peer down the hall quivering.

A wide hallway is smothered with the cliché red, burning lasers. There seems to be two motion sensors on the roof and the flooring in the hallway has turned from carpet to tiles. And I'm going to suggest that they're not ordinary tiles.

I huff, clutching my handbag tightly.

I'll have fun with the security alright, sorry about this Bim...

I unzip the bag and pull out the key card, the one I stole off Bim Trimmer.

He's gonna hate me for stealing his card...

There's a scanner in front of me so I take a couple steps forward, swiping the card down.

My face is straight while fully focussed, I look to my left and the lasers begin to fade. Flickering before turning right off. The rest of the security must be off too. 

Don't cheer yet...

I take a look back, peeking out the side. Damien and Chase are having a chat. My eyes widen. I have to be quick. I want to figure out what's down there. Even if it's the death of me.

I never really cared anyway...

I shove the key card in the handbag and speed walk down the hallway. Nothing goes off, and all power to the security has been denied. Every step I take sends a deep pulse through my heart.

Thud, beat. Thud, beat. Quick, steps, hurry, down.

Once I'm at the end of the hallway, it goes on a little longer in a different direction. I begin to sprint. Twists and turns through a wide hallway to make it more difficult, and then there's the stairs.

I pull out my flashlight and turn it on. That seems to be fifty steps down until there's a metal door. I look behind me, but I don't see anything. Anyone. I don't hear anything.

I feel like I would see Chase and Damien, maybe even Wilford shouting and running down the hall to bash me, but that's a horrid mental image of mine. I swiftly pace my way down the stairs.

"Ahh!"

I trip on the steps and I leap. My arm takes a first hit and pain hits me like it never has before. I tumble and roll in many different directions down the stairs until I stop and hit the door.

My arm pulses and shakes, and I whimper in pain. I look up, my flashlight sits in the middle of the stairs. I can frankly see that my arm is kinked in a way that it shouldn't. Fuck.

Tears forcefully make their way out from my eyes, my arm pulses with a pain greater than my future.

Carefully, you can't just leave it like this.

I grab my arm and I dare to twist. I need to put it back, there's no fucking way I want Damien touching me. Or anybody in this crucial world for that matter.

"GAHHH!"

My screams echoes through the halls and probably through to whoever is behind the door. I, never broke an limb before. And I never popped one out.

This is really the first and hopefully the last time that this will ever happen to me. It makes me wonder what my family would think of me if I told this story of mine without back up.

The pain is quick and easy, yet it hurts so much to put it back in, the pain seems to fade away instead of continue to pulse.

I push myself up, and shake a little before standing on my two legs against the wall. I quickly dash up the stairs to grab my flashlight and I open my bag to peer down. The glass of the jars are cracked though nothing seems to seep through. I guess I'm somewhat lucky.

The hat seems to do just fine, and the Crossbow isn't broken. I breathe a sigh of relief. What some fucking luck I have. I don't think I can get any luckier than that.

I then look down the door. I take a deep, shakey breathe.

They're through that door. And they probably heard you scream. Go, now. You didn't waste your time and effort for nothing.

I walk down the stairs, and cautiously lean my head against the door. There is chatter, but it's small talk. And the more I listen, the more I recognise the voices. It's just as I thought.

I take a hold of the charm and take a deep breath.

I found them. I finally, found them.

*CRRRREEEAAAAK*