Chapter 3: Chapter 3
“No shit, really?! Well then, let us begin the battle royale immediately. First blood wins. Get ready punk. ”
The man stood motionless for a moment. His eyes bugged out of his head and he stared at the blood red walls around him. Then, slowly, like a cartoon character, he started walking down the stairs backwards while staring straight ahead. Finally, when he reached the bottom step, he turned around to face his pursuer. He had a smile on his face. It was a mask. Behind it, his eyes were darting like a rabbit caught under a hunter’s glare. He was waiting for the strike. Waiting for death. Because when someone says they want to die, it usually means one thing—they want attention. Attention seekers wanted drama. Drama queens wanted the limelight. And that was what they got. Every time. No exceptions. Even if they begged and pleaded for their lives, they got what they wanted. The media loved it. The public loved it. Ronald pulled out his IPhone and told Jefferauld, “I challenge you to a game of Apex Legends. If I win then you and your other friends have to leave me alone.” Ronald saw the rest of the group coming back over, also coming to attack him. However, Jefferauld pulled out boxing gloves and charged at Ronald. Ronald had to act quickly, so at the last second he ducked under the punch and rolled under the next one. As much as he liked watching gore, even more enjoyed seeing people get hurt or killed, so far nobody had ever survived one of these battles. Til this day, nobody knew why they fought. Some said it was for fun. Some said it was to prove who was the toughest. Some said it was for power. All of them were wrong. Ronald, who was still hoping to win via video games, pulled out his phone, and snapped a photo of himself mid roll. “That should do it. Share it with the world. They will know who I am. I will be famous. And all it requires is a selfie. Nothing more than a selfie. And I am going to win.” And just like that, everyone stopped fighting. Everyone but Reggie. Reginald kept punching until every bone in his hand was broken. But Til this day, nobody knew why Reggie fought. He was a ticking time bomb of a man. One minute he was sweet and cuddly.The next minute, screaming bloody murder because somebody dared look at him crosswise. Nobody understood how he could go from zero to sixty in seconds flat. Til this day, nobody knew what happened to Reggie after he lost his fight with Ron. Reggie didn’t return home. Nobody saw him, or heard from him.
Ronald had defeated Reggie simply by snapping a selfie, and he turned to talk to Jefferauld. “Why are you trying to kill me Jefferauld? Killing me will not give you experience points since I’m not good at that game!” Jefferauld let out an evil cackle and turned to Ronald to say, “You don't understand my obsession with leveling up, do you little guy?" “Little Guy"??!! “ll kill you for that, you hear me? I'll rip your heart out and feed it to the pigeons you use to send messages to your ex-girlfriends on FaceTime while you're playing Apex Legends with your friends,You bastard."
"Ex girlfriend?" asked Calvin, strolling up behind them both. "You mean current girlfriend right there buddy!"
Jefferauld looked back to the man with a sneer on his face. "Oh I see. You want to be like me?”
Suddenly Ronald found the strength to rise up and smack Jefferauld and Calvin in the face with his bottle of water and IPhone. Infuriated, the two turned around, and Jefferauld said, ““Well now that we've settled our score, maybe you can tell us where Reggie went. ” "Reggie went home. He said he was going to play a video game, and that was the last I saw of him." "And you believe him? He lies to get what he wants.”
“No matter” said Calvin. “You shall pay for our humiliation.” Calvin reached into his pocket, and let out a maniacal laugh as he pulled outseveral hundred dollars cash. “Now run along before we call the police and make you come clean about everything.” With that, the three of them turned on their heels and walked off towards the parking lot.
“Maybe I should call my dad and tell him that I won a fight” thought Ronald. “Then again, maybe I shouldn't. He might try to kill me. ” He sighed, and shook his head. It was a toss up.
The End
(Maybe)
Authors Note: just to be clear, this story only exists to be a Shit-Post. I am in no way trying to make a political statement or anything like that, I just wanted to make a borderline insane story using an AI program, and this story is not intended to be anything more. Also, all the characters in this story are over 18 years old, and they are not actually teenagers as the main character thinks so. So please don’t freak out or ban me or anything. Thanks! Now if you’ll excuse me,