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🅾🆆🅴🅽 🅰🆂🅺🅴🅳, "🆂🅾..🆆🅷🅾'🆂 🅶🅾🅸🅽🅶 🅽🅴🆇🆃?" 

Andre perked up at the voice. "I could if you guys want."

"Okay, Andre. Truth or Dare?"

"....I'd say Truth," he said slowly. 

"Okay.." Owen looked like he was thinking "Tell us a secret you have kept from us,"

Andre bit his lip. "There's no way you could possibly give me another truth?"

"Well..I could. But I doubt Eli would like that. Sorry," Owen shrugged, not looking sorry at all. 

"Oh c-come on!" Andre frowned towards Eli's direction. "But it's fine, Owen. It's not really your fault." He took a pause, trying to choose his words carefully. "Um...I...."

"Well?" Owen asked. 

"I-" Andre didn't really know what to say. "I....have atelophobia." The words were said in a low whisper.

"Andre..." 

"You told me I had to, so I did," he said. 

"Sorry," Owen sounded genuinely sorry. 

He nodded. "Again, like I said. It's fine. So, who next?"

"I could go," Owen said. 

"Or I could go, since, y'know, I haven't gone yet." Vivian yawned. They'd been watching this entire time and still somehow hadn't fallen victim to playing Truth or Dare.

"Hmm, let's go with Vivian," Andre mused and turned to face them. "Truth or dare?"

Vivian pretended to put lots of thought into the decision. "Dare."

"Hmmm...." A grin spread across Andre's face. "I dare you to go to any random person in this room and do your best fake marriage proposal."

Adir clapped, nodding at Andre. "That's a good one."

Vivian grinned. "Alright, easy enough. Any... restrictions to that?" They raised an eyebrow.

"Um....No, not really," he shrugged. "And thank you, m'dear," he bowed towards Adir.

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🆅🅸🆅🅸🅰🅽 🆂🅼🅸🅻🅴🅳. "🆃🅷🅸🆂'🅻🅻 🅱🅴 🅴🅰🆂🆈, 🆃🅷🅴🅽."

Just to confuse literally everybody, Vivian looked them all in the eye for an awkward amount of time.

They then proceeded to walk over to Noah.

But then turned to Bindy.

The cat.

Did that count as cheating? Vivian had no idea.

Andre was trying not to laugh now. "The cat- I-"

Adir clapped again, looking with Vivian with appreciation. "Genius."

"Wait- Adir, you called Vivian a genius?" Andre looked at him. "Wow, I didn't expect that."

"I-" Andre shrugged "You heard nothing."

His eyes sparkled. "Oh, sure, I didn't."

Adir rolled his eyes. "Period. You didn't hear anything at all."

"I've been called genius a few times." Vivian mused. "Crazy some others."

Vivian got down on one knee—and had to crouch down a bit to be eye level with Bindy—and began the dare.

"Bindy—I'm sorry for calling you Blinky earlier. But will you forgive me, and do me the honor of marrying me?"

Vivian tried to keep a straight face and turned away, walking back to their previous spot. They then erupted into a fit of laughter.

Andre raised an eyebrow. "Fine, deal's a deal, we heard nothing. Also, congrats, Viv, on the dare. Twas beautiful."

"That. Was. Amazing," Owen states, his gaze following Vivian.

Vivian had composed themself now, and as any person who was getting congratulated should do, they bowed. "Thank you, thank you."

Bindy licked Viv's cheek, and Noah looked mortified.

"Dare me now," Jax suggested, stepping forward. He knew he wasn't supposed to want a dare, but he couldn't help it.

"Okay, truth or dare," Noah asked, still trying to get his brain to work correctly. The cat-

Aimee was still scowling at Dudeman.

Dudeman glared at Aimee right back. "Will you stop trying to laser-eye me? I clarified second most hated and you did me anyway!" 

"Yeah because second most hated is above my head." she snaps, gesturing to her parents.
"Then why didn't you say so, or just do third most hated? So [redacted] dramatic."

"You think I want to kiss my parents?!" she looked so disgusted.
"I don't know any good dares," Tristan said very helpfully.
" No, I'm saying that you could have just said you didn't want to do your parents and picked third most," he said very slowly as if he were speaking to someone without a brain.
"Ugh," she says, and crosses her arms, looking away.

"Can we get on with the game, guys?" Andre said. 
"Yes, please. Just dare me already," Jax added, evidently wanting to defend Aimee but not knowing how.
Dudeman glared at him. "If you want a hard one, I have a separate room for that."

"Let's see what you got," Jax smirked.

"Wait, why would Jax need a separate room for a dare?" 

"Because it's fireproof and we set it aflame while the victim has to sit tied up to a wooden chair for 5 minutes."

Andre gaped. "No! That's mean! He'll die!"

Aimee's eyes widen, "What?" she squeaks.

"Oh, fluff." Adir shuddered. "He's going to d i e--"

"Everyone's using fluff nowadays," Andre mumbled. "But that's beside the point. You can't just murder someone!"

"Oh, adorable. They thought this game would be limited to silly crush dares," Dudeman said. "Fine, 20 seconds."

"20 seconds? Again, you can't just straight-up murder someone. And I'm not adorable," Andre insisted.

"You can't do that!" Aimee says, very annoyed with Eli.

Jax finally spoke up. "I think, so long as I don't die from asphyxiation I'll be fine," he remarked thoughtfully.

"Oh, the fire doesn't spread in 20 seconds, he'll just be very uncomfortable," Dudeman assured him in a very unreassuring way. "On a completely unrelated subject, we do not take credit for any deaths happening in the time period of the Game."

".....Okay, this is messed up."

"Very reassuring," Jax added, grinning at everyone else. "Besides, I never back down from a dare."

"See, the boy agrees," Eli exclaimed. "Although, if you want, you can watch him-"

"No, no, no, Jaxon. Is Jaxon even your name, or is it just Jax? Anyway, you're not dying today, oh heck to the no." Andre was now starting to ramble.

"Either that, or we can have him use his one and only dare pardon for this game," Dudeman suggested.

Aimee glares at Eli, "You're sick." she growls.

"Agreeable, Aimee. This is disgusting, no way-"

"Andre, I've held my breath for 20 seconds before. I'll be fine. And it's just Jax." Jax says.

"Fine, fine, just let your dignity wither and die. If the next person doesn't come up with an interesting dare for him we're doing it, for 40 seconds."

"60 seconds!" called the voice of a middle-aged man for above.

"40 seconds is enough," Dudeman replied, not bothering to look up.

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"🆆🅴 🅲🅾🆄🅻🅳 🅶🅸🆅🅴 🅷🅸🅼 🅰 🅼🅰🅺🅴🅾🆅🅴🆁?" 🅾🆆🅴🅽 🆂🆄🅶🅶🅴🆂🆃🆂. 

"Are you implying that I look anything less than perfect?" He raised an eyebrow at Owen.

"Yes, I am," Owen mutters. 

Aimee shrugs, "I'll do it if he doesn't have to go into the fire room." she says, "and that's not what he meant." she says to Jax.

"I can do it!" He insisted defensively.

She frowns, "...Okay." she says.

"If you have a death wish, then go ahead," Andre sighed, giving up.

"Have fun, then!" Owen said cheerily.

Andre looked at Owen with the weirdest look. "I-"

"What?" Owen shrugged, "You're not the tiniest bit curious about how long Jax will last?"

"N-No?" 

"I can last as long as I want to," Jax said haughtily.

Owen said, "Well, you better hurry up with your dare, or else someone else will take it,"

"Ya know what, trash that dare, we'll do it later, I just got a good idea," Dudeman announced.

Owen wanted to know the idea. He was starting to like Eli, especially after the whole 'lets burn Jax' idea.

"Alright, I've split you into two teams. Imma list them out. First team! Aimee..." He started to list.

"Aimee, Noah, Vivian, Cali, Livia, Dixon, Sebastian, Talia, and Darren on team 1."

Owen realized this meant he was on Jax's team. [redacted].

"Team 2: Owen, Jax, Tristan, Ada, Andre, Adir, Alex, and Soryn."

"[REDACTED] all these A names," Dudeman muttered, making some annotations on his clipboard.

"You're [redacted] kidding me, right Eli?"

Livia mumbled something along the lines of, "What is this, dodgeball?"

"As a matter of fact it is dodgeball," Eli said, smirking. "Only you're playing on ice. And you must pair up with someone on the opposing team. Whenever a team wins, the winner of each pair can dare the other anything they want." He evidently immediately expected Owen and Jax to fight over who got to pair with Aimee.

Adir frowned. "...okay then."

Liv almost laughed, "That's it? Easy." 

Dudeman cursed as he realized Team B had one less person than needed. "I'm either going to have to yeet one of ya off Team A or have another person join Team B, they're uneven."

"You can move me, I guess." Adir volunteered. 

"There's an odd number of people, and you're on B, not A, you can't be removed."

"I'm just gonna-" He shoved his little toddler brother towards Team B. "Take the little brat."

"Right." Adir eyed the toddler.

"You take the brat or you take me," he said. "And frankly, I'm not in the mood to play ball on [redacted] skates."

"I'd honestly rather take you than the toddler. Because at least you'd get to suffer with us." Owen adds.

"It's decided, you take the toddler, no votes, no majority [redacted]," Eli said quickly. "Although that probably means team A wins. He's a [redacted] mess on skates."

"See, exactly why we should take you," He argued. "Or the dare isn't going to be fair."

"Then you could take my old fart of a father, but he's the referee," Eli suggested.

Aimee smirks, "Scared of skating?" she asks.

"I can skate fine, you morons, I played ice hockey since I was 3!" he snapped. "I don't want to play."

"But why?" He pestered. "Do you not want to be dared into doing something stupid?"

Owen couldn't help grinning. Skating was one of the only things he and his family had fun doing together. 

"No, I obviously want to be dared into doing something stupid in my own [redacted] game!" he snarked.

Aimee rolls her eyes, "He's scared." she declares just to annoy him.

"You just called your game stupid," Adir commented. "And I personally think you're too chicken to go against someone. Aimee, perhaps?"

"I'll flay you alive."

"He's terrified of me," Aimee says matter-of-factly.

"Ain't that the truth," Adir notes.

"I tend to be terrified of [redacted] morons with tendencies to get everyone killed."

"Oh please I'm a [redacted] hottie whom you are terrified of and I haven't gotten anyone killed yet." she snaps.

"I doubt anyone's going to get killed unless you try to kill them," Adir informed him. "After all, you're the one with this magical death game and whatnot."

"You sure have an elevated opinion of yourself. Maybe you should be using that construction on your IQ instead," he suggested. "And like I said, the toddler is going. It's final."

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🅰🅸🅼🅴🅴 🆆🅰🆂 🅹🆄🆂🆃 🅱🅴🅸🅽🅶 🅰🅸🅼🅴🅴 🆆🅷🅴🅽 🆂🅷🅴 🆂🅽🅰🅿🅿🅴🅳 🅰🆃 🅴🅻🅸 🅰🅽🅳 🆂🅷🅴 🅶🅾🅴🆂 🆃🅾 🅿🆄🆃 🅷🅴🆁 🅾🆆🅽 🆂🅺🅰🆃🅴🆂 🅾🅽.

Dudeman tossed the skates at Adir. "Put on your [redacted] skates and find a partner."

Aimee finished tying hers and stood up, leaning against the wall to not fall over. Owen tied on the skates easily and went over to Aimee, "Do you think it's possible this Eli guy is literally insane?"

"I'm perfectly sane, you moron," he called.

"He's more insane than a killer," Aimee says, ignoring Eli.

He went over to help Colen tie on the skates. "Oh, you little - no, don't chew the lace-"

"Shut up, I'd like to enlighten you with the fact that I've never killed anyone before," he called, trying to get the toddler to sit on his lap so he could tie the skates for him easily.

"I said you're more insane than a killer, not that you are one. Although you sure act like one." she snaps.

Adir raised an eyebrow, dryly saying, "Remarkable. Because never killing someone is such an accomplishment."

"Thanks a lot," he snarked, patting Colen's head gently and pushing him off. "Go, go [redacted] on the A-Team."

Liv smiled a bit and looked at Adir, "Wanna be partners?"

Aimee rolls her eyes, leaning against the wall to catch her balance.

Adir shrugged at Eli before nodding at Liv. "Sure."

"Can't balance on skates?" he teased Aimee. "I could always make the blades duller. You fall easier that way."

Aimee rolls her eyes and stops leaning on the wall to prove she could stand. She tries to hold in a yelp as she almost falls over.

Dudeman snickered. "I think you need crutches. And a [redacted] rope connecting you to the ceiling."

She scowls and tries to glare at him but has to catch her balance again, "That would be nice, maybe you should go break your leg so the doctors will give you crutches then I'll take them and whack you with them." she snaps.

"Or I could get you heat-moulded skates, but it isn't worth the trouble," Dudeman said innocently.

She rolls her eyes, "Really? Doesn't seem like you have a life so I guess you could do that. Seems like a good way to spend your life. Oh wait I forgot you don't have one." she says, only slightly enjoying herself.

Dudeman put on his ~ heat-moulded skates~ just to flex on her. "You sound like a petulant child getting roasts off of the Internet."

She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms but then uncrosses them to catch her balance again.

"C'mon, we're going to get you those heat-moulded skates. Unless that rope from the ceiling sounds good."

Aimee rolls her eyes but it actually sounded nice which she didn't want to admit. Owen stands slightly in front of Aimee as if to protect her from Eli.

Dudeman snorted and purposefully misinterpreted things. "You want heat-moulded skates too?" 

"No, I would rather leave this [redacted] hotel," Owen says back. 

Dixon snorts, "I second that."

Aimee frowns a bit and stumbles a bit, catching herself on the wall.

"Lovely, you two can take the passage through the incinerator."

Aimee tries to subtly catch herself on the wall.

"I bet Owen and Jax are jealous of that wall right now, you should probably stop falling on it so much."

Aimee rolls her eyes, "Can we just start the game." she growls.

"You can start without us," he called, dragging the toddler with him by the hand. "Still an even number of team members."

Dudeman left and came back a few minutes later with a pair of skates. "Step in them," he told Aimee, setting them in front of her. "Take those [redacted] uncomfortable ones off."

Aimee glances down at the skates and slowly sits down, she pulls off her skates and slips them on mumbling a thank you, because she was still slightly annoyed but also confused.

"Uh excuse me," Liv called out to Dudeman, "Why does she get special treatment? This seems unfair."

"You're gonna have to stand there for a few minutes," he warned. "And you're welcome, you little [redacted]." To Liv he said, "She can't skate, can you?"

Aimee nods then scowls, "[redacted] you." she mumbles but listens and stands there.

"If I couldn't, would you give me special skates too? Or is it because you have a soft spot for snarky flirts?" Liv asked.

He sat by the ice. "Anyone else want heat moulded skates?"

Owen skated over to her and offered Aimee his hand.

Aimee doesn't take it, "Wait I think I have to stand here for them to work, or maybe he's just messing with me." she says sending Eli an eye roll.

Owen smiled at her and said, "How unfortunate,"

"I'm not messing with you, although if you want to be a rebellious [redacted] be my guest."

Aimee crossed her arms and couldn't decide if she should listen to him or not. She decided to stand there and wait.