Can I request The Host with anyone else with the "Against them?" one?
send me a writing prompt!
(Also: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG)
“Against them?” The Host scoffed. “The Host could beat the Googles blindfolded.”
Dr. Iplier folded his arms. “I don’t think that’s what’s happening now.”
He leaned over the board, studying the pieces.
“You should rethink your statement, Host.” Blue smirked, sat back in his chair. Around him, Red, Green, and Oliver also wore identical smirks. “I have a 95.6 percent chance of winning.”
“The Host informs Dr. Iplier that his king needs to be moved one square to the left.”
Dr. Iplier did as he was told.
“Check,” said all the Googles in unison.
“Oh no,” The Host said sarcastically. “The Host finds himself in an inescapable situation. How will he possibly win against four Google IRLs, the greatest search engines to grace this Earth?”
He smirked. “The Host informs Dr. Iplier that his rook needs to be shifted three squares down.”
Eyeing him warily, Dr. Iplier complied.
“Checkmate,” The Host said.
“What?” Blue demanded, analyzing the board. Green, Red, and Oliver clustered around him, running separate scans, searching for any possible move left to make.
There was none. The Host had checkmated them while Blue had been busy chasing Host’s pieces around the board.
“What?!” Blue stood, his knees knocking against the table, jostling the board.
The Host didn’t move, but his gloating smile got wider. “4.4 percent.”
“Fuck you!” Blue snarled, then turned and stormed from the room. Both Green and Red followed, but Oliver stayed long enough to give them a congratulatory nod before he was gone too.
That left Dr. Iplier and the Host.
Dr. Iplier glanced down at the blind ego. “That was smart.”
“Immediately preceding the match the Host narrated a future in his favor.” The Host shot him a shit-eating grin.
Dr. Iplier’s laughter rang around the living room.
