[Eng/Esp] The ninth chapter is now officially available / El noveno episodio está oficialmente disponible
Hana has brought you together. None of your friends know anything, but it's likely that something very bad has happened. Are you ready to face a new challenge?
New episode update:
3 CGs
5 Sprites (new expressions included)
Other implementatios and fixes:
Textual corrections in episode 9.2 (both English version and Spanish version)
Textual correction in episode 6.2 and 7.2 (english version)
This is not what Evan had expected to see. He stood, dumbfounded, as he watched Conner interact with another person.
He and Squirrel acted like they were old friends, hanging off each other’s arms as they talked (typed) with one another. And, to Evan’s discomfort, it was the first time he had ever seen Conner so expressive, the glasses doing nothing to hide the wide smile splitting his face after the other male hugged him.
Has… Has Conner ever smiled at him before? Ever? If he had, he must have covered it up with his hand or turned his head to the side so Evan wouldn’t see. Why? Who was that? Just thinking about it made Evan feel uneasy, but he didn’t understand why. They weren’t bad emotions, that much he was sure of, but he still didn’t like the weird feeling bubbling inside him.
“Hey, who is that?” Evan asked Jon quietly, who had been beside him the whole time Conner has been with the other male.
“Hmm? Oh, that’s Squirrel. You know, Delirious’ and Ohm’s friend? I think you played with him before,” Jon answered easily, a thoughtful expression passing through his features as he eyed the two friends, “but I didn’t know he knew Conner. Huh, small world.”
“Delirious’ friend?” Evan wondered, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he tried to remember who Squirrel was. He had a few recollections of the other, remembering the few fortnite and golf it recording sessions he had with Squirrel, all of which had Delirious joining them.
“Ahh…” Evan realised, tone turning bitter.
Squirrel is the person who Evan had once held a slight grudge against. Not an ill-witted type of grudge where he wished harmed over the other, it’s not like Evan hated him. But, it was during the time Delirious spent most of his time playing with other people and different games, all of which ‘Vanoss’ took no part of.
Sure, Evan had fun recording with his other friends and it’s not like his or Delirious’ content suffered from not playing with each other, but he was not ashamed to admit that he had missed Delirious during that time period. When they did play together it involved everyone else as well, unlike their two player co-op games they used to love to play, including Delirious’ new friend, Squirrel. At first, Evan had no problem with the kid. He was funny and witty, meshing pretty well with the other guys right off the bat. It was fun recording with someone new, they brought fresh material to work with plus Evan didn’t have to put on a facade in front of him since the kid already knew them, already exposed to their childish and crude humour.
But, as they continued to play together, Evan was reminded that there was a downside to having someone new join them. They brought new topics to mess around with, that was a plus, but it also brought references and experiences that none of them knew. But Delirious did.
It was frustratingly common to find Delirious and Squirrel giggling with one another, whispering out jokes and references that left Evan’s brain hurting, all for them to suddenly fill the call with their laughter. When that happened, Evan couldn’t help but feel left out, as if he was drifting further and further from them. His anxiety grew with each recording session, with each invisible step Delirious took away from him. He could feel the distance growing and growing, until Evan couldn’t see him anymore.
It’s shameful to admit that Evan had blamed Squirrel during those days, cursing his name under his breath when Delirious yet again didn’t answer the discord or declined their game invite. What was so special about him that Delirious didn’t want to record with Evan anymore? What did Squirrel had that he didn’t?
Thankfully, after discovering his true feelings for Delirious, Evan would flush in embarrassment at the mere thought of those times, having connected those ugly emotions as jealousy towards the other. Squirrel had done nothing wrong to have such horrible feelings projected at him so Evan tried to make him feel welcomed after a recording session as a silent apology.
He thought he was getting better at the whole jealousy thing. It still slithered its ugly head at times but over the years he has learned to repress it. Now, those ugly feelings returned as he watched the same person he had loathed before interacting with Conner. Luckily, the feelings were weaker and less intense than they were when he had them with Delirious. But they were still there, and Evan didn’t like that.
“How do they even know each other? I thought Conner didn’t know anyone here,” Evan grumbled, wincing a second later at how harsh he sounded. Luckily, Jon didn’t question him about it.
“I dunno, they were probably schoolmates or somethin’. Besides, it’s not like it’s weird for Conner to have a friend here. I know we joke about him being a robot but even a robot has friends.”
“I know, I just didn’t expect it,” Evan mumbled, returning his attention to the source of his frustration. He caught Conner nudging Squirrel’s arm off his shoulder, a playful scowl curling on his lips as the other grinned at him. Evan grimaced. However, he doesn’t dwell on it for too long after Brian and the rest of the guys catch up with him.
“Where to next?” Lui asked, nursing a latte to his chest. Where he got it from, no one knows, and no one bothered to ask. Well, Brian did, rather loudly actually, but everyone ignored him.
“How about the new Spyro trilogy game? I’ve been meaning to check it out,” Marcel offered.
“Don’t be stupid, that game is only for one player, we need to find something that at least half of us can play at once,” Scott retorts.
“Fuck you, I don’t see you giving any suggestions.”
“You didn’t give me a chance to!”
“They probably were going to be stupid anyways.”
“-Gasp- you take that back.”
The two began to bicker, urging the others to join in and make everything worse. Evan stood in the sideline and let them choose what to do, casting Conner a glance every other minute. He wanted to get his attention so Conner could separate tell Squirrel goodbye and join them. But despite having recorded with Squirrel, he was not familiar with him enough to just nudge into their conversation, no matter how much he wanted to. Even less with how he was feeling.
Jon, the true chaotic man that he is, didn’t have such problems.
“Yo, are we having a gangbang over here? Because I want in,” he drawled, swinging his arms around both Conner’s and Squirrel’s neck. Squirrel let out a surprised laugh while Conner covered his mouth to suppress what Evan thinks was a snort.
“No, but I’ll invite you next time if we do,” Squirrel replied with a laugh, making Jon groan.
“Not cool to get a brother’s hope up like that. Conner, I thought you were bae, turns out you were just fam.”
“Oh my god,” Squirrel managed to say between gasps while Conner’s shoulders violently shook.
Evan took small steps towards them, body filling with envy. Jon infiltrated their bubble so easily, as if the barrier between them didn’t exist. Maybe it didn’t, but why then does Evan have so much trouble reaching towards people, so much trouble reaching them?
Why does he have so much trouble reaching out to Delirious, who keeps getting further and further away?
“Why are you thinking about him now?” Evan scolded himself, physically slapping his cheeks. He’s getting more and more ridiculous lately. He hated it.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and used Jon as an opening to join them. “Hey, you’re Squirrel. Right?” Evan started off, proud that his voice came out strong and smooth, “it’s good to finally meet you in person.”
“Oh, Vanoss,” Squirrel answered, visibly startled from his presence, “yeah, likewise.” He offered his hand, an unsure smile on his lips. Evan took it with his own awkward smile, making sure the handshake was short and firm.
He could feel Conner’s gaze on him as he let go, “So… h-how do you know Conner?”
Right, let’s just get straight to the point instead of naturally building up to it. Smooth.
Squirrel’s face contorted, not expecting the direct question. “Oh, he’s, uh, a friend of mine I met online. It’s my first time meeting him in person, actually,” he replied casually, shrugging off Jon’s hold of him.
“Online dating, I like it,” Jon said with a grin, circling both his arms around Conner.
Conner frantically shook his head while Squirrel laughed, “No, not online dating. I’d rather date someone in my league, after all.” He managed to dodge a jab from Conner. “H-Hey, I didn’t say if you were above or below my league!” Squirrel defends himself.
Evan watched as the two cackled, the bottom half of Conner’s face flushing bright red from their teasing. Evan tried to steer the conversation back to how they knew each other but the other managed to divert the talk to something else, Jon’s senseless talking not helping in the slightest. He gave up after the fifth attempt, sighing quietly to himself.
He did feel frustrated about his question being ignored but it’s not like he didn’t understand. He would be uncomfortable as well if someone came up to him and only used him to probe for information about his friends. It was sad to say that it had happened before, too many times for his liking, from the most unlikely of people. He always felt stupid soon after for trusting the person, his heart hurting when he had to block and ignore the other if he wanted some peace. It hurt even worse when it happened to his own friends who were (unfortunately) veterans in dodging questions from people wanting to know about their friendship with the notorious ‘Vanoss.’
So, he waited for a pause in conversation to step back from the group, his need to know more about their relationship diminishing. He made it back to his original group, suppressing a sigh after finding them still fighting over what to do next.
“Fill me in, what did we decide on?” Evan asked Tyler, who had been rubbing his temple when he got there.
“They’re still fighting over Spyro, Red Dead Redemption, this shooter game Mini suggested, and I forgot the other one. So, we decided on nothing while you were gone,” Tyler grunted.
Evan snickered, “sweet.”
“Hey, you were the one who suggested RDR, don’t act like you’re innocent!” Nogla retorts, slapping Tyler on the back.
Tyler had the decency to grin, “It’s a good game, sue me.”
“And here I thought you were above all this,” Evan teased.
Tyler shrugged, “Even Brock is fighting with these idiots so who am I to pretend like I’m better than everyone else.”
Nogla raised an eyebrow, “Never stopped yeh before.”
“Jesus Nogla, who hurt you?”
Evan chuckled at Tyler’s scandalised expression, deciding to forget about everything else for the meantime. ‘Looks like we’ll be here for a bit’, he thought in amusement as the heated argument between his friends was still going strong. Their argument got louder as they walked to their unknown destination, Brian and Marcel’s pride too strong for either of them to lighten it up.
Evan thumbed over his phone as they walked, hovering almost uncertainty over his discord conversation with Delirious. He wanted to talk to him.
Delirious had already told him during their phone call that he would be busy recording a video later on so he won’t be able to answer any messages until later that night. Evan wanted to whine over it, wanting to tell the other that he should still be able to respond even during a video. But, he only told him that he understood and that they would talk later.
That still didn’t stop him from going over their history, catching himself laughing at the other’s ridiculous jokes and the ever impeccable grammar he had in each text. Evan missed him. He finds himself wishing for the first time for PAX to end quickly so he could return home and have a decent conversation with Delirious, something that they seriously have been lacking. He wanted everything to go back to the way it was, when he didn’t have to worry or think about stupid bodyguards and instead spend most of his time wondering whether or not Delirious would answer his stupid messages.
At least then, Luke would be home in North Carolina so Evan didn’t have to worry about whether or not the mysterious man was okay.
Delirious won’t be alone.
“He won’t be alone.”
“...Are you talking to yourself?” A voice spoke up and Evan jolted, arms immediately going up in a protective stances. “Woah, woah! Not the face,” Smitty all but yelped, taking a step back.
Evan flushed, “S-Sorry, you scared me.”
“It’s cool, I would freak out too if I was in La La land,” Smitty replied with a shrug, as if he didn’t just scream out loud, “So what were you thinking about? Or thinking out loud, I should say.”
Before Evan could respond, Jon came strolling in, wrapping his arms around Smitty’s waist and resting his chin on the smaller male’s shoulder.
“He’s probably thinking about all the ways to kill Ohm. Don’t worry, I do that all the time. I’ll share some of my ideas with you later.”
Smitty snorted, “Uhhh, I doubt that is what he’s thinking about.”
“Really? Huh. That’s what I think about… Weird…”
Evan chuckled, knowing that Jon was joking. He never really hung out with Smitty and Jon, in digital and in the real world. It’s not like they didn’t like each other, but their playing styles and commentary did not mesh as well as the others but that was definitely okay with them. They still appreciated each other’s jokes and companionship on the rare moments they did record together. It helped that Smitty was overly friendly and was pretty adamant of the fact that they were Canadian (“We Canadians have to stick together,” he had told Evan during one of Tyler’s infamous parties before downing down a whole bottle of liquor. Evan was pretty sure he wasn’t legal to drink at that time).
Though, they still had their awkward moments, especially when Jon told one of his more inappropriate and dark humour jokes that only Smitty and their fanbase found hilarious. So, he had no trouble in having a conversation with the two.
“Done messing with Conner and Squirrel?” Smitty asked, leaning into Jon’s embrace.
Jon hummed, “Yeah, it was getting kind of hard keeping it up since Conner kept using his phone to talk. He’s a slow typer.”
They both leaned over to look at Conner, who was still in a heated conversation with Squirrel. Evan did too, feeling kind of left out. He felt a smile curling on his lips at the sight of Conner fumbling on his phone, scowling (cutely) as Squirrel laughed at him.
“You know…” Smitty began, “I’ve been watching him for a while now. Y’know, like a stalker.”
“Wow, at least you admit that you’re stalking him,” Jon commented.
Evan snapped his head up, “Wait, what? Stalking him?”
Smitty shrugged, as if he didn’t just say something utterly ridiculous, “Well, I guess not really stalking. But I am watching him closely. I just got a weird feeling the moment I saw him. Kind of like I somehow know the guy.”
“You’re stalking a guy because you have a ‘feeling?’ Wow, just tell me straight to my face that you want to cheat on me,” Jon pathetically whined.
Smitty snickered, running his fingers through Jon’s long hair, “Shut up, I’m not going to cheat on you. You of all people should know that my ‘feelings’ should not be taken lightly. I am the prediction masta for a reason.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot.”
“Besides,” Smitty continued, tone turning accusingly, “Don’t act like you’re not watching him, too.”
Jon lazily shrugged, snuggling into Smitty’s neck with a sigh, “Well, you were watching him so I wanted to watch too. It seemed like fun.”
Evan physically sighed in exhaustion, his brain turning upside down in trying to follow the conversation. “I don’t care what your feelings are telling you, don’t stalk people. Or watch them. That’s creepy.”
Jon scoffed, “You just don’t want us watching Conner.”
Evan spluttered while Smitty grinned, “Jealous, huh? Canadian?”
“Hahaha, I hate to break it to you, but you’re Canadian too, Smitty.”
“Shit, you rite.”
Nope, that was it. Evan was done with this conversation. His brain was completely fried.
He could feel his mouth flapping open, trying desperately to react to their words but it made no sense.
“So, what did you find?” Jon asked curiously, completely ignoring Evan’s mental breakdown.
It was Smitty’s turn to sigh, “Honestly? Not much. That guy sure knows how to keep his mysteries. Doesn’t help that he doesn’t talk to us, or really do anything with us.”
“Boring,” Jon agreed.
“But I haven’t given up. Mama didn’t raise no quitter. I will at least solve ONE mystery before PAX ends, my reputation is on the line.”
Jon laughed, releasing his hold on Smitty’s waist, “Already ahead of you, brother. I think I know more than you right now.”
“Fuck you, really? Tell me then, don’t hold information from me.”
That catches Evan’s attention and he snaps out of his mental trauma. What does Jon mean? What information could he possibly have on Conner? But, before he could demand ask, Tyler’s arms wrapped around his neck and playfully choked him.
“We finally got a plan, boys! Thank fuck,” he groans, “and it’s not even any of the options we mentioned. I’m kind of salty about that.”
“Then stop being salty, you dramatic bitch,” Marcel crows, eyes twinkling, “its Smash Bros. time!”
“At least they managed to pick a decent game,” Tyler grumbled.
Craig rolled his eyes, “If Tyler is still being a baby when we get there, then he has to wait three turns before he can play.”
Tyler immediately disagreed loudly while everyone else laughed, prompting a childish chase to put Craig in a headlock. Everyone else, including the crowd still following them, were excited to go play the new Nintendo game. It was a good opportunity for both parties, the youtuber and the fans, to play together. Honestly, Evan was kind of excited for it and he wasn’t very good at Nintendo games. But he still couldn’t stop thinking about Delirious, and in connection, Conner.
“Is everything okay in that big ol’ brain of yours?” Jon asked, snuggling his hands into his pockets.
“Hm? Oh, yeah,” Evan answered, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.
“Ohhhhhh?” Jon said, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m okay, honest,” Evan said, rolling his eyes at the deadpan expression Jon gave him, “I just been out of it today, that’s all.” “
Hmmmm~” Jon cooed, making Evan frown, “I call bullshit. And I know bullshit, Smitty calls out mine all the time.”
Evan didn’t know what o say to that.
He never had a ‘serious’ talk with Jon before, it just never popped up on the rare occasions Evan had been with the man. Plus, Jon never seemed the type to have serious conversations and Evan had never sought out the man for opinions or for a casual conversation. So, Evan didn’t know where to go from here. They still had a good amount of distance from their destination so he couldn’t just ignore him.
“Really, I am okay. I… just been wondering about what Delirious is doing.” He shrugged, hoping to sound casual. He didn’t want to unpack everything to Jon, especially out in the open where someone could overhear so he thought he could go for a half truth.
He internally groaned. He has been thinking about Delirious a lot. More than usual at least. ‘Maybe this whole Conner thing is frying my brain and only another headache can null it’ he thought with a chuckle, picturing a miniature Delirious arguing with his brain.
To Evan’s surprise, Jon just scoffed. “That’s it? You think about him all the time, how is this any different? I’m pretty sure the guy has his own vacation house in your brain.”
The way he said it was so casual and blunt that Evan was instantly floored. He flushed, hands coming up to rub at his neck self-consciously, “Ahaha… Am I that obvious?”
“Nahhhh,” Jon replied, bumping his hips with Evan as they walked, “I just don’t have anything better to do than watch people. It’s more Smitty’s thing but you’re interesting enough for me to try.”
“Oh, uh, thanks?” Evan said, unsure whether or not that was a good thing.
“Also, Delirious is the first person you message to in the discord when you want to record something. And the last person you talk to before you log off, so it’s not really surprising that you were thinking about him.”
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Jonathan was honestly not having the best time right now.
Sure, he felt a tiny bit better having Squirrel at his side, and it was nice to have someone constantly at your side. But, the younger man kept raising his blood pressure every time he opened his mouth in front of someone. He had to stop himself from smacking Squirrel on the back of his head when he began talking to Evan, mentioning a few things that hit way too close to home after Evan asked how they knew each other.
It’s like the man had no sense of danger with the way he swung himself on Jonathan’s shoulders, uncaring of the curious stares both his friends and the observing crowd gave them. Plus, Squirrel kept fingering his glasses, muttering about how it was ‘not fair that I don’t get to see how you look like when Cartoonz does’ and ‘why does it matter anyways, no one is going to recognise you.’ It was to the point that Jonathan had to repeatedly copy and paste his response of ‘fuck off stop touching me before i kick you.’
Squirrel easily agreed every time and instantly latched on his arm once more, mouth moving a mile a minute. He filled Jonathan on his own experience in PAX was going, from the games and booths he visited to actually being stopped by fans to take a picture or sign something.
“People actually recognised me, even though I don’t show my face that often! It was amazing, Deli- I mean Conner. I’ll show you some of my own pictures I took when we get to the smash booth.”
Delirious tried to listen to his talk, wanting his friend to know that he does care about what he is saying. But, his thoughts keep coming down on him. Everything was getting out of hand. While his secret (secrets) were still intact, the constant weight of guilt he felt was crushing him. He needed to tell then the truth, come out of hiding. At least to Ohm and Evan. They were the ones being the most affected from his lies.
‘What am I even afraid of?’ he thought bitterly, kicking his feet on the ground once Squirrel finally let go of him. That they won’t accept him? Not be who they thought he would be? He wanted to laugh at his own thoughts. Those reasons were stupid even for him to think about.
They have years of friendships, years of hardship and up an down moments shared from living off the same faulty system. Jonathan could be the ugliest person alive, both physically and mentally, and his friends would still tease him and call him their friend. They stuck with him even through the bullshit of having to deal with the daily messages from ‘fans’ demanding to know what he looks like and through the label of being ‘Delirious’ and Vanoss’ friends.’
So what was he afraid of?
“Because what I’ve done… what I’m still doing, it’s way worse than I ever could do. The last thing we do is lie to each other.” He muttered harshly, too low for Squirrel to hear. “I’m worse of the worse. I’m absolute scum.”
He hated it. He hated everything.
He has to tell them. He has to tell them everything.
He has to tell Evan.
“Hey, are you okay?” Squirrel’s voice suddenly breaks through his thoughts and he snaps his head.
“Oh, what? Yeah, I’m fine.” He whispered, slapping his hands over his mouth the moment he realised he said it in the open. Luckily, no one was close enough to hear them.
Squirrel looked at him worriedly, a frown on his lips. “Are you sure? You suddenly stopped walking,”
“Oh.”
Jonathan awkwardly started his pace again, willing his face to be neutral. Squirrel catches up to him, the same worried frown on his face. “You know,” he started quietly, leaning forward so he was draping off Jonathan’s shoulder, “even with that hoodie and glasses, you still wear your emotions on your sleeves.”
Jonathan rolled his eyes, scowling after realising that Squirrel couldn’t see it. “Yeah? Well, my emotions better cover themselves up. Damn snitches.” His tone came out bitter and quiet, but he still managed a tiny laugh at the meaningful look Squirrel gives him.
“Delirious.”
Jonathan sighed, smacking his friend on the shoulder.
Stop saying my name out loud asshole, he typed out, smacking him again for good measure.
“Sorry,” Squirrel apologised, stepping back one step to give Jonathan some space. They fell silent as they followed Evan and the rest of the guys through the main floor, the crowd audible chatter behind them loud enough to remind Jonathan where he was. He could see Evan talking with Smitty and Jon, Evan’s face turning pale at the joke Jon must have told.
Why was everything so complicated.
“You’re thinking out loud again,” Squirrel whispered, bumping their shoulders together. Jonathan snorted, secretly thankful to have someone to keep him away from his thoughts.
Since when do you care so much? I remember you hoe always leaving me to my death.
Squirrel chuckled, “That’s when I’m desperate for content. Here in the real world, friends care about one another. Shocking, I know.”
Jonathan shook his head, hand coming up to stifle his laugh.
Shut up
Though, when they turned a corner, Jonathan managed to sneak in a quick hug. It only lasted a second, so fast you would miss it if you blinked. He then returned to his usual place behind Evan, doing his best to ignore the fond smile Squirrel gave him as he caught up. ‘Stupid friends that I don’t deserve,’ he thinks, fighting down his own smile.
The Smash Bros. booth comes into view shortly after, already in use of PAX goers eager to try out the new character lineup. Jonathan could see Marcel bouncing up and down from his spot, smiling ear to ear the moment they stood in front of the game. The crowd behind them merged with the existing people already there, successfully engulfing the entire area. With the way staff members were fidgeting, Jonathan was pretty sure this was a security violation.
Despite that, people were still able to manoeuvre through the floor, a few stopping by to have a curious glance before they continued on their way, so the staff members didn’t comment on it. However, Jonathan wished they did. He felt uneasy with the number of people surrounding them, their calls becoming louder and louder as the existing challengers were finishing off their game.
The noise almost became unbearable over time as more and more people began to recognise Evan and the rest of the crew waiting for their turn. They chanted, stomping their feet rhythmically in preparation for the ‘Vanoss showdown,’ as what they decided to call it (from the looks on Brian and everyone else’s face, they weren’t too fond of the name).
He only felt a tiny bit better after spotting a few security guards standing cautiously in the corner, eyes trained professionally on the excited crowd. He also could recognise fellow personal bodyguards following behind other youtubers, the flashy green colour of their accessories extremely difficult to not notice. Having more people there to assess the scene did wonders to the panic climbing in his chest.
He doubted that he would ever get used to dealing with crowds, feeling an inkling of pride spreading in his chest for his friends. Unlike Jonathan, they always had to tackle crowds and people shoving into their faces on the daily bases, despite their own insecurities and discomfort. Even now, they exerted an air of calmness as the crowd chanted, chatting away with one another as they waited their turn.
If Jonathan didn’t know, he might have been fooled into believing that they weren’t affected by the crowd at all. But he does, and he knew that the truth was the exact opposite. His friends were constantly aware of their fans, living in fear that they will somehow disappoint their subscribers. They do their best to entertain the fans, giving them the experience they deserved. It was thanks to their support that Jonathan and his friends could live the lives that they have, it was the least they could do.
So, in public, they held their heads high with a smile on their face. Jonathan knew how exhausting the experience could be, so he couldn’t imagine how his friends felt.
Still, having so many people at once, all a mere feet away from you, could scare anyone. He didn’t want to think about how his friends dealt with entertaining an entire panel filled to the brim with people. The crowd now compared to what awaits them is almost laughable.
Almost.
The first few moments standing there were bearable, people cheered for the current players as if they were participating in a tournament. The players were a good sport about it, taking on a more ‘serious’ persona as they playfully trashed talked each other. It truly felt like they were watching a professional match with how intense the battle became, even Brian and the rest of the guys were cheering them on.
Finally, after the match ended and the players were switched off (a little girl no older than fourteen had won the match, Jonathan and the crowd were very proud of her, she did great with pikachu), Jonathan watched his friends take their seats.
Evan, Marcel, Brian, Brock, Smitty, Nogla, Lui, Anthony, and Squirrel stepped up to the challenge. Tyler, Jon, Scotty, and Craig, stood right behind them, verbally judging them for their character selections (though none of them knew how to react when Anthony proudly chose Isabelle, the crowd going eerily silent as he selected confirm).
“Get ready punks! I’m winning this thing!” Lui loudly exclaimed, voice switching to his childlike one as he chose Ike. The crowd screamed at the iconic voice, making him smirked.
Brian bared his teeth, selecting grownup Link without a second thought, “I’m going for you first, monkey.”
“Hah! You’re going to eat my dust, old man!”
“I’m younger than you, yah piece of shit.”
“Already shit talking? I love it,” Marcel teased, choosing Pacman.
“C’mon guys, we have to work together to defeat Marcel. Then, we can beat the crap out of each other,” Smitty replied sagely, opting for Roy.
“Screw that, I’m winning this thing,” Nogla barked, switching between Daisy and Waluigi Megaman before choosing the latter.
“Way to be a team player,” Squirrel jokes, picking pokemon trainer.
“I just don’t want to be the first person out,” Brock said with a laugh and Evan agreed, their character selection Toon Link and Luigi respectively.
The match starts and everyone goes into try-hard mode, the crowd cheering behind them fueling them on. They only had one life each, wanting to be fair to the people who were waiting for their own turn to play the game.
None of them wanted to be the first one out so they were merciless, smashing buttons and using the same combos. Marcell was the only one who was decent in the game, a proud veteran of past games, so it was no surprise when he appeared to be dominating the stage. He attacked Nogla, Smitty, and Brian with everything he had, catching the trio by surprise. They responded by calling him a cunt (Nogla and Brian) and defended themselves the best they could.
Craig and Scott were screaming in the sideline, calling out the plays they did as if it truly was a real tournament with real consequences.
“-And Smitty is sent flying by a hard attack from BasicallyIdowrk, but, oh! He manages to keep himself on the platform. What a performance, don’t you say, FourZeroSeven?”
“Right you are, MiniLadd. These big boys did not come here to play around!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Marcel hissed through gritted teeth, lifting his controller in the air as he desperately dodged out of the way of Brian’s special attack.
Jonathan had to remind himself to keep his attention towards the crowd, taking all his energy to keep his face blank as his friends screamed dumbass shit to piss each other off.
The crowd loved it, however. They reacted spectacularly, gasping loudly and cheering at the right times. Jonathan was pretty sure that if it weren’t for the glasses, he would have been blinded by all the flashes from the fans constantly taking pictures and recording the spectacle. He was mildly impressed at the fact that every teenager in sight had their phone out.
They suddenly cried out loudly, making his ears ring. It could only mean that someone had finally been taken out.
That person turned out to be Nogla, who had to have his mouth covered by Tyler to stop the nonstop profanities spilling out of his lips. “This is fucking bullshit! Marcel is a damn cheater, someone kill that cunt!” He spat through Tyler’s fingers, making the older man grimace.
“Calm down, Nogla,” Scotty said with a grin, giving the fuming Irishman a back hug, instantly making him feel better.
After that, it was like a domino effect.
The next to be eliminated were Brian and Lui, who managed to take each other out in the process of trying to grab an active bomb.
“Of course it had to be you, you adult child,” Brian sulked, putting his controller down.
“Haha, it was not my fault. How was I supposed to know it was going to blow up?”
“I think that has to be the dumbest thing that has ever came out of your mouth.”
Smitty and Squirrel put up a good fight, temporally teaming up to try and eliminate Anthony and Brock. It almost worked, their efforts took out Anthony who had the misfortune to be in the path of their power up, but Brock managed to escape.
“Aw man,” Anthony laughed, “I was so close. To be honest, I have no idea how to use Isabelle but I think I did a good job.”
“Anthony, you have no idea,” Craig replied, patting him on the back.
That left Smitty, Brock, Marcel, Squirrel, and Evan. Brian took his place behind the remaining players, observing the screen.
He squinted his eyes to get a better look, snorting loudly, “Look at fucking Luigi hiding in the corner.”
“Shut up, shut up. You’re not allowed to talk, you’re out,” Evan hissed, slipping out a “Oh shit,” when both Marcel and Brock charged at him. “H-Hey!” he wheezed, throwing a pokeball, “No ganging up, that’s cheating!”
“Gang up on Luigi!” Brian cried, features lighting up with glee.
That call alone made Jonathan turn his head, his curiosity winning out his fear. He instantly got into it, fists raised to his chest as he took in the intense battle. He subconsciously copied the crowd with their cheers, reacting to every move his friends made. He tried to turn around and return to observing the crowd, like he did when his friends played Mario Kart. But he couldn’t.
He was too enraptured by what was happening on the screen, gasping loudly alongside the engaged crowd as Marcel’s character duked it out with Smitty’s while Evan had his own battle with Brock and Squirrel. It was not like he was alone, Tyler and the rest of the guys who had been eliminated were screaming out loud, shaking the actual players in their excitement.
He shouted alongside the crowd after Evan finally managed to catch the smash ball, successfully obliterating Brock, Smitty, and Squirrel all at once.
“How in the world did you do that?” Smitty asked in awe, uncaring that he loss.
“How the fuck did I do that?” Evan repeated, shocked.
Jonathan had to bite his lips to stop his own surprise laugh, his eyebrows shooting up from the shocking events. Both Evan and Marcel paused in their fighting, flabbergasted. Everyone (and I mean everyone, including the crowd) knew that Evan had no idea what he was doing, most of the match he had been pressing random buttons and hiding behind platforms, hoping for the best. So, for him to knock not one or two, but three players at once, was a miracle.
“Wow,” Brian spoke quietly, breaking the semi-silence, “At least I wasn’t eliminated by Evan, that was pathetic.”
No one commented when Brock got up from his seat and smacked Brian on the back of his head.
Marcel shook off the shock and continued with the match, catching Evan off guard. He was incredibly outclassed by Marcel, poor Luigi was being tossed around in the arena like a ragdoll, just barely staying onto the platform.
The energy picked up after that, everyone realising at once that it was the final leg of the match and only two were left. Jonathan gripped at his jacket, wincing at the damage rapidly increasing. The crowd dramatically gasped as Luigi was sent flying by a well time attack from Marcel, just barely managing to stay onto the platform. At this rate, Evan was definitely going to lose.
Jonathan couldn’t take the tension, his heart jumping with each attack. “Come on, Vanoss! You’re going to get your ass kicked by Pacman’s little bitch!” He finds himself screaming out, eyes glued to the screen.
Evan threw his head back and laughed, “That doesn’t even make sense, Delirious! You shouldn’t be talking!”
Jonathan finds himself snickering, opening his mouth to fire back a retort. Until he sees Squirrel’s wide eyes staring back at him.
Jonathan froze, slapping his mouth shut with both his hands. He was shaking.
Shit.
He could see the moment Evan froze as well, his fingers no longer moving against the controller.
Shit shit shit shit shit! What did he just do?
Evan’s character stopped moving on screen and Marcel took that moment to swoop in and deal the final attack, sending Luigi flying to the side and thus ending the match. The floor erupts with cheers, thunderous and chaotic.
But Evan paid no mind to them.
He clattered up from his seat, darting his eyes frantically into the mass of people. His expression was wild, face flushed in desperation as he scanned the crowd.
Jonathan finally felt his body move, twisting his torso till he was once again facing where he should have been looking at in the first place He knew his face was drained from colour. He clutched at his jacket strings, his fingers trembling almost violently against them. No, don’t. Don’t look over here. Don’t look at him.
“Delirious…” Squirrel whispered uncertainly, approaching slowly and as casual as possible. Evan’s gaze neared him and Jonathan forced himself to breathe.
Why was he so afraid? This was his chance to show himself. That’s what he wanted to do after all. Didn’t he?
Evan takes a step forward.
Go, go to him. Do it. What are you waiting for? You can finally free yourself from this guilt, from this web of lies you entangled yourself, the web you entangled your own friends in.
Evan’s getting closer, his search turning more frantic. Brock and Jon follow him curiously, wondering why Evan wasn’t reacting to the match.
Do it.
“Conner!” Squirrel’s voice screamed and Jonathan snaps his gaze up.
Only to be met with a swarm of people.
The floor was filled with the chaotic cheer of excited fans, their voices mingling into one entity as they tried to get closer to their favourite youtubers. They were too much. They were getting too close.
“Vanoss! Take a picture with me!”
“Victory speech, Marcel!”
“Let’s play together!”
“Vanoss!”
“Vanoss!”
“Vanoss!”
Staff members and security guards immediately took action, forcing themselves in front of the crowd and barked out orders. Tyler, Brian, Marcel, and Anthony helped by placing themselves in front of the group, doing their best to calm down the crowd and plead with them to give everyone some space. Luckily, majority of them realise their behaviour was unacceptable and obediently stepped away, murmuring their apologies for scaring them.
Unfortunately, a very small group of fans took no heed their demands and continued to advance, their target obviously Vanoss.
Too close, too close, too close.
“Fuck… Fuck, fuck!” Jonathan suddenly cursed, snapping out of his panic.
Evan needed him. Evan needed him!!
He rushed forward, ignoring Squirrel surprised cry. He pushed and elbowed through the onlooking crowd, violently forcing himself through the little barricade the staff members managed to create. Chest heaving, he darted towards Evan, feeling his blood begin to boil in anger.
Evan’s face was incredibly pale, hands wrapped around his torso protectively as he tried to calm down the small group of fans. He visibly flinched after the fans ignored his attempts and continued to get closer, barking out demands and favours. They reached and physically touched him, tugging at his clothes and skin as if they had the right to.
None of his friends could help him. They were doing their best to reel in the rest of the crowd with the staff members. The fans probably meant well, too caught up in their awe and admiration to recognise the fear in Evan’s eyes as they surrounded him. But, at that point. Jonathan could care less. They were way out of line.
So, Jonathan felt no remorse or guilt for harshly shoving the fans out of the way, spreading his arms wide protectively in front of Evan. They responded with a surprised grunt, a few falling over from the force.
“Hey, you don’t have to be so rough with them,” Evan warned him after finding his voice back, albeit weakly.
Jonathan shook his head before aggressively pointing towards the exit. Evan had to leave, he can’t be there anymore with the crowd acting like this.
Evan followed his finger, frowning deeply, “What? I can’t just leave.”
‘Evan not now,’ Jonathan internally hissed, once again pointing at the exit.
“But-” Evan’s broke off into a loud cry, and suddenly Jonathan’s world was turning.
He fell to the ground with a grunt, glasses clattering beside his head. He opened his eyes wide to find one of the fans he pushed on top of him, a teenage boy in a hideous grey sweater, sneering down at him. He looked like he won the world with the way he smirked down on him, flexing his muscles as he pinned Jonathan to the floor.
This son of a bitch. He has no idea who he was dealing with.
With a snarl, Jonathan jerked his knee upward, kicking the unsuspecting boy off of him. The boy stumbled, barely keeping his footing beneath him. His ‘lackies’ helped steady him, unease written clearly on their faces as Jonathan returned to his feet.
Eyes blazing, he growled at them, teeth baring. “Get. The fuck. Out.”
“What?! Why-” The boy began to ague, his hands curling into a fist like he was going to attack Jonathan again. But his voice choked in the back of his throat at Jonathan’s approaching footsteps his form looming over his pathetic one. Jonathan easily grabbed him by the arm, ripping the PAX pass cleanly off it’s linard. The boy watched it leave his neck, eyes wide and glassy. He knew what that meant.
“You four as well,” Jonathan continued to growl, tossing the teenager to the waiting security guard.
Thankfully, the remaining lackies listened and handed over their passes without a word, heads hung low. Jonathan almost felt bad for them as he watched them be escorted. They were only trying to get close to the person they admired. But, they cornered Evan in a corner, trapping him.
Evan is too good of a person to attack someone, especially if that person was his fan. Jonathan used to joke about it, asking Evan what was his muscles for if he wasn’t going to use them. And yet, Jonathan was the same way, he never thought he could ever hurt his fans, they were too precious to him.
But, he couldn’t excuse them for what they did. Not for making Evan have that scared look on his face.
“Conner…” Evan spoke from behind him, and Jonathan turned around. Tyler and the others were gathering around him, their voices mingling with one another as they frantically asked if Evan was alright. Evan merely nodded to their questions, eyes never leaving Jonathan’s face.
He looked dazed, as if he wasn’t all there. And yet, his gaze was intense, boring into Jonathan’s own as if he was searching for something.
“Conner,” Evan repeats, taking a step forward.
Stop.
Stop stop stop stop stop.
Jonathan doesn’t move, he couldn’t.
Stop.
To his shock relief, Evan was interrupted by a very frantic Layla. She barrelled her way through the crowd, gripping tightly on Jonathan’s shoulder the moment she reached them, face flush.
“Is everyone alright?” she asked hysterically, gasping a little for air. She must have ran the whole way there.
“W-We’re okay.” Evan stuttered out, momentarily moving his attention to Layla.
She shook her head, features hard. “What has happen is a disgrace to everyone here at PAX, we are truly sorry that we let it get this far.”
“Oh, don’t worry-”
“No, this is completely unacceptable!” Her tone was firm, completely different from her usual bubbly self, “We will be sure to make an announcement tomorrow, including a verbal apology on the behalf of the staff, for what has happened today. You have my word.”
Evan immediately shook his head, frantically waving his hands. Everyone else did as well, uncomfortable over the situation. “No, no, really. You don’t have to go that far. Nobody got hurt and it was only a little bit of trouble. It was not like we were attacked or anything like that.”
Layla raised an unimpressed eyebrow, “It was enough for security and Conner to get involved so yes, it is serious. We have rules set for a reason, to keep everyone safe, and that rule was broken. It has to be addressed and taken care of.”
“But…” Brock tried to say, face pinched.
However, Layla was having none of it, “Do not worry. We will take care of everything. I suggest that everyone go back to your hotel for a well-needed rest as we clean up here.”
“Leave?” Evan protests, alarmed at her words, “We don’t have to do that.”
Brock and the rest of the guys eagerly nodded, casting a worried glance over the onlooking crowd. They have grown relatively silent after Jonathan turned in the reckless teenager, the occasional murmur rippling through the air as they observed. A few had their phones out, recording the security picking up the chairs and controllers that were thrown during the struggle.
Layla’s face soften, sympathetic, “I understand your hesitation, but this really is a situation that can’t be taken lightly. Besides, there were only two hours left for the day, I’m sure everyone would understand your absence.”
Jonathan felt his heart ping in sympathy at the way his friend’s shoulders dropped, clearly defeated. Evan looked the most devastated, his hands still shaking. But Layla already turned her attention to Jonathan, who flinched at her unwavering stare.
“Conner, you have to come with me and file a report. After that, everyone is going to have an emergency staff meeting. I’m sorry for taking your time, especially after your spectacular performance today, but this meeting is extremely important. We need to make sure something like this does not happen again.”
Jonathan feels his head spin at her words, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline rush. However, he nodded along anyways, the need to leave the scene too strong to ignore. Everyone’s faces blurred through his vision as he allowed Layla to drag him away. She was talking to him, probably briefing him over what he is going to expect when they get back to the main meeting room. But, he didn’t pay attention to her. His mind was blank, whispering harshly a string of “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” as they slowly got further and further away from Evan.
Even with the distance between them, he could see a glimpse of Evan’s face looking back at him with a mixture of confusion and worry. One more day left.
One more day left.
-
Squirrel enters ‘WeDemBois’ groupchat
Squirrel creates a private chat with @Cartoonz labelled ‘EMERGENCY’
Squirrel: luke we have a problem!
Squirrel: we had a situation over here at the smashbros booth and now everyone is being sent home early
Squirrel: everything is okay now but Delirious was held back with the rest of staff. I think he might need you.
Cartoonz enters the chat
Cartoonz: Fuck
Cartoonz: I’m on my way, don’t you fucking dare leave him alone
Squirrel: wouldnt dream of it
“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” Luke breathed, jumping to his feet.
Ohm jolts from where he was leaning his head on Luke’s shoulders, features instantly pinching to one of concern.
They were outside the PAX building sharing a milkshake that they purchased from a food truck, hiding from the withering sun under a tree. It was nice, they were away from the chattering crowd and from people who would recognise them, spending the entire time talking and cuddling. They both needed it, this alone time that they had been ignoring till then. It helped ease away the tension from their shoulders, unashamed to be disgustingly cute together. Luke had felt so content in holding Ohm in his arms, tucking his chin in his boyfriend’s neck as the other weakly protested. He had felt at peace for the first time since he had came to Boston.
Now, after reading the messages popping frantically on his phone, Luke realised that it was too good to be true.
“They had a situation with the gang inside, everyone is being sent home,” Luke hurriedly replied, deciding for a half-truth as he tugged Ohm to his feet.
Ohm’s eyes widen and he picked up the pace. “What?! Are they alright?”
“I think so, but it’s still safe to check,” Luke muttered, “they should be by the Smash Bros. booth.”
Ohm nodded, face firm, “It’s not far from here then, let’s hurry up.”
They both sped walk through the main floor, wincing at the amount of orders being barked from staff members and security guards alike. PAX goers who had no idea what was happening complained loudly, demanding answers. Even after being briefed, they still looked disgruntled, as if the people just doing their jobs were the bane of their existence.
Luke could understand their frustrations but it was no use arguing over it when there was nothing the staff could do about it.
“I see them!” Ohm yelled, tugging at Luke’s wrist.
Luke looked over and sees Tyler and the rest of the crew leaning against the wall, their faces grim and uncomfortable. It sucked.
“Okay,” Luke started quietly, “Go over there and find out what really happened. When you do, text me what happened.”
“Wait, what?” Ohm asked incredulously, whipping his head, “what do you mean me? Where are you going?”
Luke sighed, closing his eyes, “I’m going to go find Squirrel and Gorillaphent, see how they’re doing. I might stay with them a bit and help clean these up.”
“Then let me go with you, they’re my friends too,” Ohm argued, already tugging Luke in the opposite direction.
Luke felt his heart clench as he ripped out of Ohm’s hold. “No, I think it will be better if you stayed with the guys. And when I say stay, I also mean staying over at their hotel room, too.”
Ohm stopped, turning to give a confused look (hurt was written all over his face, oh god, does Luke want to die). “Luke, why do I have to stay with them? Why can’t I stay in my own goddamn room?” He spits, reaching for Luke’s wrist again.
Luke thought he was dying before, but with the way Ohm’s face fell the moment he moved out of his reach, he realised that death was too good for the likes of him. “Trust me, Ohm. It would be better if you stayed with them. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
He didn’t give Ohm the chance to speak, he turned around and sprinted in the opposite direction, curses flying out of his mouth like he was breathing. He couldn’t think about anything right now. He had to go find Jonathan and see if he was okay. That was the only thing that mattered right now.
Even if everything hurt so, so much.
-
Ohm stared at Luke’s retreating form, lips twisted in a snarl. “Yeah, you’re definitely going to see me tomorrow. Bright and early, asshole. Don’t think you’re going to get out of talking of me because I ain’t having it.” He hissed into the air before stalking up to the rest of his friends. He knew Luke was acting weird. He just knew it.
And this time, he was not going to let him out of his sight until he figured out what.
[Eng/Esp] The ninth chapter is now officially available / El noveno episodio está oficialmente disponible
Although the camp seems quiet, Maske seems to be somewhat self-absorbed. You may discover that their restlessness may be a matter of more concern than it first appeared… Is a new threat looming over you?
New episode update:
3 CGs
8 Sprites (new expressions included)
1 new BG.
Various new visual elements.
Other implementatios and fixes:
New language selector in the launcher.
Textual corrections in episode 9.1 (both English and Spanish versions).
Aunque el campamento parece tranquilo, parece que Maske está algo ensimismado. Podrías descubrir que su inquietud puede ser un asunto más preocupante de lo que parecía en un primer momento… ¿Una nueva amenaza se cierne sobre vosotros?
Actualización del nuevo episodio:
3 CGs
8 Sprites (nuevas expresiones incluidas)
1 nuevo BG.
Varios elementos visuales nuevo.
Otras implementaciones y mejoras:
Nuevo selector de idioma en el lanzador.
Correcciones textuales en el episodio 9.1 (tanto versión en inglés, como la versión en español)
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This sheer effective parlay with precise instructions and illustrations deserves a place at the beat of most other dog training publications.<\p>
Clicking With Your Dog: Step-by-step in Pictures (Book Review)
"Clicking with Your Dog" is one regarding those accounts receivable ledger I wish was close at hand when I had my dog. The naturalization concept here is unadulterated, easy, and scientific. It is hanging because of the use apropos of a small clicker that makes a unique sound when pressed. The article is scientific, insomuch as this type upon training is based in hand "operant conditioning," a moment coined hereby B.F. Skinner who was an experimental psychologist and a behaviorist. <\p>
Clicking is based in contact with the reward system and the owner's friendly and positive relationship with his dog. The sextet prison move run to seed as a manual and a trainer can speed up up away from anywhere entering the book to teach any one trick, after getting the dog used against receiving a reward with each plump. Unlike the traditional correction-based training, the clicker preliminaries is based on common sense and respecting the dog's needs and character. Step-by-step illustrations explain the clicking process very clearly, and people who can't hang about as far as start convenience begin immediately.<\p>
Whether you start amongst a dog that is still a puppy or a dog with yet established pavlovian conditioning problems, the clicker training program gives fool-proof results, because the dogs become impressionable and eager to learn. Uninterrupted the use of the clicker, either the trainer and the strangle have fun and i myself appreciate to bond partnered with one surplus.<\p>
"Clicking with Your Dog" has decameter chapters. The first chapter introduces the reader to clicking. Stalwart point in question is the fast start chapter for the tools and the skills you and the dog will need. Third and fourth chapters are for teaching the dog good demeanor and practical skills. Third chapter shows games and tricks for your dog to be useful. Sixth chapter is a masque of the clicking pass plus some extra tips and advice.<\p>
Seventh chapter is for teaching the cock to avoid disturbing or hurting people. Subcontraoctave chapter addresses the dog's needs and his bill of rights.<\p>
Ninth chapter is the treasury of words for the tips and terms of clicking. Tenth front matter directs the microcards to apart training finances, similar as websites, books, videos, clicker practice supplies and dog-related sites and associations.<\p>
Whether the author talks about one accord the dog food labels helmet helping the dog curb his unnecessary barking, her nuance is make the rules, bright and fair, and hundred-percent understandable. He doesn't activity if the carve is read from start to put to sleep or by skipping approximately; the reader's mother wit will remain unspoiled like way.<\p>
"Clicking With Your Dog: Step-By-Step in Pictures" is friendly relations paperback with an ISBN relating to 189094808X. The wager is 209 pages with above, trig drawings and an easy-to-read text.<\p>
The create, Peggy Larson Tillman, worked many years as an elementary college teacher. She discovered clicker tuition when she got her dog Charles. Consequently, female being went on to teach classes to pet owners, developing her detectable instructional material in the treat. Peggy HOOK. Tillman and ourselves husband Barry Tillman are in addition pioneers progressive the science of ergonomics.<\p>
This very effective pentastich on precise instructions and illustrations deserves a boulevard at the top of most other dog acclimation publications.<\p>
