《Ready Or Not ✔✔》Chapter 2
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Previously On Ready Or Not:
I held my elbow and winced
"It's alright, hey you okay?" Parzival asked as I nodded simply.
"Peachy." I groaned.
I lifted my headset slightly so I was in the game yet but could see my elbow. And rolled up my sleeve. It was bleeding slightly but bruised.
"Damn." I heard Arcy say as she walked up to us.
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Your POV
I dragged my feet into Aceh's warehouse. It made irritating sounds, and eventually I made Aceh mad. It annoyed him I guess.
"This is my workshop, touch nothing." Aceh said as Parzival, Arty and I entered.
He sent me a playful glare as I rolled my eyes. I was known for breaking things here and there.
"What.. where did you find an iron giant??" Arty asked, she was excited
"Find it? I built it!" Aceh stated.
I coughed "EhEm.. We. WE built it."
"Oh hey, check this out." Z said and ran somewhere with Arty.
Aceh followed and snatched away the things he was showing off.
I just smiled sadly at the three. Having this weird feeling like.. like I was going to be forgotten.. I don't know.
I walked to the other side of the workshop and played around with some things I found lying around.
"Dude why are you showing off my shit??" I heard aceh say.
Arty giggled and I frowned. My anxiety kicking in already. I walked up next to Aceh.
"Excuse him, he gets a little nervous around pretty girls.." Aceh stated.
I scoffed, "Ouch. That basically says I'm not pretty. Rude."
"I didn't mean that." Aceh explained.
"Yeah it's not like you're not pretty. I mean, you are pretty but I don't know what you look like out of oasis. I mean.." Z stammered on.
I raised my brow, this is interesting.
"You are pretty. But.. but.. i-im used to talking with you already. And, and-" I cut off the boy.
"Tsk I get it okay." I frowned, I didn't get it.
"Hey (g.t), they didn't mean it at all." Arty said.
"Yeah!" Z piped in and staired at the girl.
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'Back off Arty, I called dibs'
"Whatever. I'm going to head out and take care of all this blood. Cya." I logged off before they could process anything
Putting all my gear away, I slipped off my sweater and adjuted my t-shirt that was underneath. Wrapping my elbow up tight (but not to tight to not get enough blood circulated) and pushed my dresser farther away again.
I got a message on my vr headset and I put it on to read it.
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Bro you okay? Did you hit the dresser again? I swear you just have to burn it.
Anyways you're freaking Z out a lot by the mention of blood. You should get back to explain or something.
Nah, he's to busy with his new girl, I'm just going to hang out in reality for a bit.
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(G.t) you okay?? I told you to be careful so many times already! Please just get back to me asap.
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I left him on read. I looked out my window to see an ad playing about a new suit.
A few hours later Wade texted me.
You up (y.n)?
Yep, I'm always up. What's up?
Oh nothing much.. I just can't sleep is all.
What happened??
What? How come you assumed something happened?
I know all, Wade Watts. What happened, you can tell me.
Well.. my aunts boyfriend zeroed out and I eventually got punched, since he said it was 'my fault'
That *beep*! He better hope I don't figure out who the hell he is!
Woah (n.n), calm down.
What are you talking about.. I am calm.
Well.. you aren't but I'll pretend you are.
Oh you know me so well! 😂😍
Get to sleep. You seem high. Nite (n.n).
I'll take that as a compliment 😌
Nighty Night my prince in.. well, in Watts land
I smiled as he went offline. You see, over text I can be all friendly and happy, and somewhat playfully flirty. But no way am I really like that now-a-days.
I laied in my makeshift bed and fell asleep with no dreams.
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The next day I entered the oasis early, and in early I mean 12pm. I walked to the Halliday Journals area and saw Parzival already with the Curator.
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"Oh joy.. (g.t) is here too." He said sarcastically.
"Oh shush it. You know you missed me!" I smirked.
Parzival surprisingly hugged me.
"I didn't, but it looks like someone did." He said.
I patted his back awkwardly, not knowing how to react.
"Uhh.. What did I do now?" I asked.
"Can't I just hug someone I missed?" He asked as he pulled away.
I crossed my arms.
"You missed me?" I asked, doubtfully.
"Y-yeah. I did." He stuttered.
"C'mon you two. What do you want to see?" He asked, breaking the 'moment'.
"Right." Parzival said and told the man where he was going.
"And you Miss (g.t)?" He asked.
"I'll just tag with Parzival." I stated and pointed to the blue guy.
"Very well." He said, walking off.
We followed as he made an explanation on the clip we were going to.
We eventually stopped and I watched the clip play through a couple different times.
"I don't wanna make anymore rules." Parzival whispered out.
Halliday said that line after parzival.
"Are we finished?" The bot asked.
A few seconds later, parzival answered.
"Yeah we're finished." He whispered.
Parzival walked away as I continued watching.
"Why cant we go backwards.. For once. Backwards, really fast. As fast as we can.. Really put the petal to the metal." Halliday said.
"Uh.. Z?!?" I yelled back for him.
He rushed back and asked to rewind it to that part.
It replayed, Parzival and I looked at each other as I noticed he was breathing heavily.
I chuckled, "Lets get to that track now."
I patted his chest and ran off, he ran after me a minute later and we made our way back to the race that started soon.
Parzival and I parked in the front, he looked nervous as hell and I was just excited I guess.
Arcy looked at Z and noticed something was up.
"Back again so soon? Careful not to loose your shit." Arcy taunted and flipped her visor up.
I scowled at her slightly, I didn't know the meaning but I knew she was being mean about it.
Parzival ignored her and staired up at me. His shining blue eyes boared into my characters (e.c) eyes. His eyes are so pretty.
"You guys figured something out. Parzival tell me!" Arcy said, like I wasn't there.
I just smiled at him, encouraging, and put a fist up.
"First to the key." I smirked.
He did the same, "First to the egg."
The countdown went off and we didn't move one bit.
We both shifted gears and headed back at full speed, expecting the worst.
We flew into an underground area, where I looked around in amazement.
"Woah.." I mumbled out.
I flipped around so I was driving forward, and continued next to Parzival.
We watched everything from underneath the track. The dino was raised up and we went right to the ape. He noticed us and banged on the ground, angry.
I yelped slightly, flinching as I thought the ape would hit me.
Parzival chuckled at me and I managed to punch his shoulder.
We went up a ramp and stopped by a fountain. Instruments floated and played a victory song as we dismounted our vehicles.
"Great racing young padiwans. You both made it to the finish." Hallidays character said.
Two keys appeared.
"Mr. Halliday- sir. Its an honor." Parzival bowed and I bowed slightly as well.
"The honor is all mine." Halliday said.
He held the keys out to us as I grabbed mine first, Parzival doing so after I did.
I examined the key. It was beautiful.
"You guys get yourselves a clue." Halliday pointed us to the now open top of the fountian.
We walked over and Parzival grabbed the clue for us both.
I looked up to see the leader board. My name was under Parzivals name, with the same amount of points for both of ours. Fireworks went off as I smiled in relief and joy.
"We got the first key.." I mumbled.
Parzival wrapped a arm around my shoulders and smiled down at me.
'This has to be the best day of my life..'
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