"Y/N LIVES" ([REDACTED] x Reader)

Chapter 24

A big neon yellow '2' appears infront of us. 

"Let's keep moving..." 

Which of these us Indian? 

1 - rooibos tea

2 - zavarka tea 

3 - pu'erh tea

4 - masala chai

I mean...

Chicken Tikka Masala? 

That sounds correct.

I pick answer 4.

Eventually everyone and the audience picked their answer. 

"Who picked..." 

4 - masala chai

"This!"

Pretty simple question really. 

Somehow, Gabriel (the green guy who was never mentioned) got it wrong. 

We all leave apart from Gabriel. And Yami? 

"You've been very naughty father."

"So you're telling me that the hat makes it so that Yami never gets a correct question?" 

I whisper this to Beth. 

"I mean, it looks like it." 

Anyways off to the killing room. 

"Welcome to room 217"

Projector, speak your fine words. 

'Dictation'

What, like Russia and that? 

"Ah, the lost art of letter writing." 

Oh, that kind of dictation. 

Lightning strikes and a typewriter appears on a round table with a chair as well. 

"I'm going to dictate a message to you." 

"Write down as much of what I say as you can. The player who writes the fewest of my words will die." 

Thank god I didn't get this killing room. 

"Get your typing fingers ready because I'm starting...right...now." 

Dear People of the Neighborhood, 

Have you seen this cat?

It had the eyes of a cat that has seen far too

much and answers to the name "Muffin." 

It has been missing for five years,

but I have a reason to believe it's immortal.

Please do not feed it, for it only ears darkness.

"Times up!" 

That went so quickly. How are they supposed to get anything from that? 

"And what's the result?" 

Gabriel - 29

Yami - 33

"Wow, it was close but you got the least."

Then we saw what he wrote. For the most part it was good apart from some words which were spelt incorrectly leading him into his death. 

"At least you got like, 65%"