Castle Game #5: The Castle Game

Toby had to remind himself why he was here. There were two main reasons: for a change in his life, like some fame and fortune, and for his sister, Bea. He wanted to survive for her. It was probably a dumb choice signing up for this shit in the first place, but now that he was here, he wanted to make Bea proud.

It was getting down to the wire. There were only four of them left in total. Still, that only gave him a twenty-five percent chance of survival, which wasn't all that great. It was better than when he got here, but still not as good of a chance as he would've liked.

When the next game was explained to him, Toby took a deep breath. He had to prepare himself mentally for this. There was no real time for physical preparation. That time was realistically all of the games he'd been a part of before this. That was his training for the finale.

So, Toby did as he was told, took a deep breath, and got ready to start the game. He seemed to have been placed in a dining room as his starting spot, and he had to hunt down the other players. Should be easy enough, right?

He sure as hell hoped so.

Another day, another exciting game to play. Toy with his food before the end of everything when he's crowned the winner of this thrilling game. Originally pulled from the streets of Eleven on a game where he should've lost unsurprisingly to the stranger who found him, he's still here and thriving. The beating of his own heart in his chest is enough to show how much he's loved all of this. Money means nothing to someone like him, but the experience of all of this was worth every annoying kid he's played with.

A laugh on the tip of his tongue as he takes in the other three. 003 was interesting, compelling to work with, but he wanted to watch him crumble underneath his thumb all the same. 006 was too heroic, wanting to be more than himself or something. Honestly, Leonardo wasn't paying too much attention other than holding a gun to the guy's presence and toying him before. And lastly, 011, the one who seemed unreadable. Leo wanted to see if he could break the same way as the others had. The silence fills as the same voice begins to explain the rules to them.

Weapons and a fight to the death. A thrill begins to build in his chest, the thrumming of his heart as he thinks back to the games before. Certainly, the creator had been saving the best game for last. The smell of gunpowder behind his nostrils, he smirks even wider as he focuses ahead of himself. Everything was beginning to become more and more fun. Eventually, there'd be the end, but for now, he's going to enjoy what's left and enjoy seeing the life leave from the others. A laugh on his lips as he prepares himself to move.

The room is littered with a number of objects. Papers littering desks and other knick-knacks surrounding the room. A study if he had to guess. A laugh leaves his throat as he starts to shove some of the paper off the desk, sending it all flying. Speaking out loud to himself, he looks for the weapon he's going to start with. "Oh you've out done yourselves. This is going to be so much fun." The sinister smirk on his lips leaves nothing to the imagination. He's going to rip apart the others. No one will stand in his way.

There's a low cabinet with stands at the edge of the room and on each one sits a weapon of some kind or an empty spot where one used to be. The absence of scythe sends a lazy shiver of fear down his spine. Someone out there's playing grim reaper maybe or that's just the joke of it all. Death is hunting them all down.

Ochre's hand falls on a crossbow, the handle so well carved that the grip fits snug in his palm. A ranged weapon seems like a good choice and he's already proven his aim. He stands there dull for a moment as that thought hits him. The ghost town seems like a long time ago now but it's only been a couple of weeks.

Even if he somehow manages to survive this game, are they going to let him go free afterwards? His brain tells him no but his body wants to believe it. There's no reason to even keep going if it isn't true, other than taking 013 down with him at least.

"Haha, fuck," he mutters as he picks up a handful of crossbow bolts from the drawer beneath the display. Each one is solid wood with a nasty looking iron tip. Anyone who takes one of these head on won't be doing so hot afterwards. Ochre pauses. Since when was he okay with that thought? Worse, since when was he hopeful for death?

And he remembers still that first game, a long time ago now, when someone's body hit the floor and he watched them get flash-fried into an indescribable mess.

Did they stop being human after that or did he?

There's a noise off to the left and Ochre stiffens, then turns sharply, crossbow raised to meet it, but there's no one. All that's happened is the large doors to the south end of the room have swung open. Time to go, it seems.

He takes one last look around the room before slipping out of the heavy oak doors and then down a small flight of steps into a vast entrance hall that could probably double as a ballroom. At first he doesn't see anyone at all and then as he gets closer, 013 seems to almost appear out of the shadows.

Ochre pauses, hand shaking as he holds the crossbow in front of him. If there's anyone in this damned grave that he didn't want to meet again, it's him.

Maybe 005 wouldn't have stepped wrong if it weren't for him and his stupid mouth.

And Ochre's tired. More so than he's ever been in his short life and if he shuts his eyes even now he sees a glimpse of him behind his eyelids and he can hear his sister's voice, distant but near all at once calling his name.

005 is so beyond gone that it's unfathomable but he can still feel her hand on his shoulder steadying him.

"H-hey fuckface," he says too suddenly, Ochre's never been good at this kind of stuff but he sure is going to try, "Anyone ever tell you to talk too much?"

And then he just shoots.

[ochre attacks 013 with crossbow]
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[ochre attacks 006 with crossbow]
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[ochre roll for item]
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