Chapter 7

This is making it the third day that I have totally ignore the beeping sound of a message popping up on my screen every night telling me or rather reminding me to finish the games or my love ones will die.

Can he just stop with the lies already, we all know it's just some creepy rules to make one scared and it's not really gonna happen, not like they know me anyways.

Of-course I've tried blocking him off but him being the mysterious type won't just go off, probably trying to make me scared. Well screw you gamer!

Hmmm.

I take a deep breath then heave. Should I come online, no. The last time I did my phone wouldn't rest, the school group chat was bleeding, they all wanted feedback from me, they wanted to know if I had finished the other games and a random girl even had the nerve to tell rumours about me. She said and I quote, 'Clarissa is not a strong headed shii, girl had played all the games but failed drastically and now her loved ones are praying non-stop, leave her alone, she's grieving.'

What a good way to make me not to stress myself by explaining to Bethel, Nathan and the rest why I haven't log into my F******k account, they might as well believe the rumor, who cares.

Mark jumps on my chair making me jolt backwards. Hmphh! Oh Lord save me from the people I call friends. "Arghhhhh!" He growls, trying to frighten me. Do I look like some kid to him, hilarious.

I stare at him curtly and gently push him aside. "Go and play with the other kids, go go bingo." I said with stifled breath and he knocked my head.

"What was that for?" I yelp, giving him a puppy face.

"I'm not bingo stupid, I am Joker." He grins widely, trying to explain to me who Joker was, well I know Joker so he should stop stressing himself out cause I'm not gonna act like I know him.

"What do you mean Joker?" I said, squeezing my face at him, "you look horrible, who's the girl that made you do this." 

He scowls at me and I tap his chest playfully, why is he looking so cute even with red and white paints destroying his face.

"It's no lady dummy, Halloween is just around the corner and this is who I want to be," I nods gumly, "Bethel almost screamed her throat down, she doesn't like it." He mutters duffley.

What can I say, I would really want Mark to appear as Joker on Halloween so those girls that are head over heels with him would let him rest and actually wallow in pain like the real Joker, it will be a nice combo right. I placed my hand on his shoulder and gave it a tiny twist, "I want you to be Joker on Halloween." I tells him, his eyes screech to a ball as he nurtures my face.

"The last time you were this serious you made me do something stupid, why do you want me to appear as Joker, Bethel doesn't like it one bit." He said, matter of factly. But this situation is different, yes I want him to appear as Joker reasons best known to me.

"Well, you're looking just so cute, and I like your hair." I squeak, pulling his cheeks and then his hair. He was completely dressed like Joker and it really suited him, no costume would fit that perfect on him, haha.

"Okay, I think this is an honest reply judging from that smile on your face." He blurter and I blew him a kiss.

Just then Bethel matches in, behind her was Royce and Xavier. Okay, what's going on? I ran my eyes around as they filled into the empty seats and the annoying Xavier didn't think of settling down before planning any mischief. He walks to my back and steals a kiss from me not actually on my lips but cheeks. Even though he should have asked me first, which of course I'm not gonna accept in the first place.

My eyes pops out and I shoot him a dangerous glare with a question tag on my face, the hell was that for? And I'm sure he saw as he was quick to shove his butts into a chair and laugh.

"I could die soon baby, I know how much you love me." He throw his hair backwards showing off his nice hair cut.

"You are stupid and to think you're among the list of my love ones makes you a joke, you know you shouldn't bother wearing a costume your face is enough to make children go wild." I riposted and he huffs.

"You can't hide it miss feisty, I'm the top of your list." He said like one who had won a medal but denies it.

I glares at him, puff and savvy, who led him here. As I was about to lash him with words, Bethel come to his rescue.

"Girlfriend, are the rumours true?" She ask, and she became intensely interested in me.

With an eye like whatever, I choke on my words. "What rumours?" I feign ignorance, suddenly realizing I had cheese to crunch.

"The rumours Amber is spreading around the school, don't tell me you haven't seen her talk about it." She pressed and the whole eight pairs of eyes stare at me for answers. What should I say, should I keep denying it.

"Don't grow cold feets now, I've confronted her to stop it and considering how scared she was she will stop." That was Royce, he stood out for me, really? I see I'm making quite an army with this whole game issue.

"Clary, you know you can tell me anything." Bethel cooed, her eyes filled with anxiety. Is she for real, the last time I tried that she had a spoon under my throat.

"Okay fine." I said with a wave of hand and she shuffles in her seat. "Yes, I didn't go for the other rounds and I'm not gonna play anymore, why are you guys worrying?" I said calmly, like it is no biggie. It really isn't, I have spent three days of my life with warnings and advice yet nothing happened, isn't that proves that the game is just some creepy stunt.

Bethel sighed and clutches her heart, "God knows I warned you." She croaks. Oh, was she gonna cry now.

"Alright everybody, what costume do you want to wear for Halloween." Mark's bleery voice came off and I stuffs in so much cheese that my mouth couldn't carry it. I don't want anybody asking for my opinion.

The rest of the discussion was of no use to me as I didn't pay any attention to all that they were saying, I just sat there enjoying the crunchy taste from my cheese.

The rest of the day was history, for the first time my mom came early to pick me up and I got home really tired and sleepy.

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I woke up to the bleary sound of my alarm, still in bed I stretches my hand towards it and turns it off. Hmm, much better. I have barely lay my head down to sleep when my cell starts vibrating.

'Hurghh!'

What do they want? I roam my hand tirelessly on my bed searching for the phone, finally I got it and displaying on the screen is Nathan. This is so unlike him, why is he calling me so early in the morning.

Curiously I took the call and place it on my ear, "Good morning doll." His voice rings.

Wait.. I'm not dreaming I'm I. I slaps myself to be sure that I wasn't, I bring the phone to my face to confirm it is Nathan I was speaking to and it was him. What's with Nathan calling me pet names this morning, did he win a lottery?

"Hello baby." I hear him say immediately I place the phone back on my ear. Okay now I think there is a surprise, today is not my birthday right?

"Clarissa, are you there?"

"Sure.. oh sure I am." I said huskily. "What's happening?" I find myself asking.

"Well I am happy." His voice sounds and I almost ask why, I did ask anyway.

But a message pops into my phone and it reads, "Happy Halloween Clarissa." 

"Oh, it's Halloween." I mumble and I could see him smile.

"I just wanted to be the first person to tell you that." He smoothen.

"Thank you." I said and the call came to an end.

Phewww.

I am not online. How can a message pop into my phone? I can't even remember the last time I logged into F******k. This user is just too creepy.

Taking a last look at the message I decides to write to him, I turn on my data and click the message. It brought me all the way to our chat and I checks the date we played the first game. 

'This is two weeks now and nothing happened. Why not quit fooling around in my DM already.' I write to him and immediately he responds.

"Happy Halloween Clarissa, what costume will you wear tonight?" 

Pftt! What a jerk. "How is that a problem of yours?" I write to him and instead of writing back he sent some pictures and below it was, 'this is how we are gonna look tonight, this is round two of the game and you have to dress with the same design but a colour of your choice'.

I'm I seeing clearly now, 'you want me to dress in some dumbed way, FYI I've long quit playing your stupid Game' and that was the last thing I write before storming out of F******k.

After school I spend my whole day running around with my scooter delivering clothes to customers. Dad promised to give me his credit card to shop for a costume and this is the prize I have to pay for it.

I left the shop by mid evening to shop for a costume and Zayn kept bleary my ears to get him a munchkin vest. I should have ran away when dad begged me to take him along.

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It was Halloween night and you can see people patrolling around the streets with their different costumes. I drop Zayn off at our neighbors and feed him with the 'do not collect chocolates' story, he absolutely falls for it, cause his face crumples up after I give him chocolates. 

"No, I don't want them." His tiny voice panic and I cups his face into my palms. "You will accept my chocolates because I'm your sister, take one every 30 minutes and you will be fine, okay." He nods duffley and I ruffle his hair.

"Go now, let me watch you go." He smiled, bade me goodbye and leave with his friend.

"Let's go." I said to Mark, he had called to know where I was and had watched me send Zayn to the neighbors whilst patiently waiting in his car.

He drives in and we leave.

At the party I strain my eyes around trying to catch a glimpse of the design the unknown user talked about but It was of no use cause I saw nothing. 

I said that this game was a sham but no one believed me.

-

 I get home by midnight and drop by my neighbors to get Zayn home but I was told he has left already.

Might have felt sleepy. I thought and traces my feets into the house. All I could think of at that moment was to go in, have my shower and sleep but I was met with a shocker immediately when I pull the door open.

"Zayn you should be sleeping, what are you doing with my phone, give it to me now." I yell immediately I regain myself. 

"Zayn, I'm not playing." I said walking towards him but he keeps running around. "Stop right there or I'll hit you with a pillow." I tells him but he opened his small teeths at me sticking out his tongue.

"Get me if you can." He said, running around with chuckles.

He thinks this is a game right, well let's play. I rush towards him and try to grab his shirt but he dodges, thus making me trip.

"Urghhhh!" I gritts my teeths and he laughs.

"C'mon, catch me." He mocks, obviously deriving joy in watching me chase him. Well I'm gonna catch you soon bro.

I rush to the bed and grasp a pillow, he screeches his eyes at me and laughs even more. "You think that's gonna get to me?"

"Let's see." I mutter and throw the pillow at him, just when the pillow was about hitting his head he slips and falls.

"Hahaha, I got you, teaser." I celebrate and rush to collect my phone before he stands up but as I snatch the phone from his hand it drops in some kinda weird way.

I take his hand again and drop it and again it falls loosely. What happened to him? A shot of panic centers around me as conniption grips me. I hope it's not what I think, a faint gasp escapes my lips and I scream.

"Daddy!!!"