Tyson Alexander Archer.
Archer. The worlds most feared word.
Tyson is a friendless asshole who breaks the rules and doesn't care about others feelings. He's also very dominant and demanding, yet sarcastic. Tyson is a ruthless, dangerous killer that...
We pull into the warehouse and once we do, dad presses some buzz in thing.
"Ah The Red Hooders" someone over the speaker says.
"Yea. We're here to play your little fucking game in return of Slade" dad says in distraught.
"As you wish" the man says creepily and suddenly doors open. "Let the games begin" he devilishly laughs.
We all look at each other and walk in. "Alright guys. Stay tough in there. Don't. Let. Their. Games. Mess. With. Your. Head" dad says words for word. "They're gonna try to fuck with your brain. Don't give in"
"We won't" we all say in unison.
"They also may try to turn us against each other, don't believe it. And don't break" dad adds and we nod. "Okay guys... time to split up and go in a room"
"See you guys at the end" Gabe gulps.
"Come on Gabe" I motion my hand.
"No pairs" the same man says over the intercom.
"No..." Gabe stress and holds onto an arrow.
"You'll be fine... kill. Don't listen to the voices" I put my on his shoulder.
"Tick. Tok. The hungry mouse will eat you" the guys says again, making us chuckle. "Hurry now! Go split before we send out our dogs!"
We all look at each other. "See you at the end" we all say, frowning before separating into a dark room.
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Once I walk into the pitch black, I see a door with light in the cracks, so I walk through it.
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I enter another room that looks like someone just left the trash in their house before moving out.
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