THIS LITTLE DARE WAS GIVEN TO ME AND THE CREW BY CheesyGarlicMan

"I dare HABIT to play the Knife game with the EMH Crew's hands. It'll be fun! >=D"

HELL YEAH IT'LL BE. THANKS FOR THE FUN DARE

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Me: *sits at a table and twirls a kitchen knife around in my hand*

Vinny: *enters through a door wielding a camera. Looks around in surprise* How the hell...

Me: *sets the knife down on the round table and looks at him with a smile* Vinny! How are ya?

Vinny: *sees me* Oh no....

Me: Hold on. Don't leave. Jeffy boy will be here in a second. *motions to one of the two chairs across from me* Why don't you take a seat?

Vinny: *stays where he is, uncertain*

Me: *raises an eyebrow, my smile vanishing for a moment* Are you really going to be rude and stand there?

Vinny: *takes a deep breath and takes a seat across from me*

Me: *my smile returns* Good boy, Vin. Now, if I'm right, Jeff should be here any sec-

Jeff: *comes in from another door*

Me: -ond.... *silence fills the room for a split second* Wow, talk about timing, right Vin?

Vinny: *stays silent*

Jeff: Where the hell am I? *is looking around*

Me: My house.

Jeff: Evan?

Me: Kinda. Well, no. We're about to play a fun game, Jeff. Take a seat and I'll tell you guys about it.

Jeff: Why the hell would I want to sit down?

Me: Uh *has a "you're-a-dumbass" look on my face* Because I just fucking told you to.

Jeff: No.

Me: Sit

Jeff: No

Me: Sit

Jeff: No.

Me: Either you sit or I kill Vinny *smirks*

Vinny: *stiffens*

Me: Besides *leans forward* This little game we're about to play was a dare given to us by one of our dear readers and you guys happen to be the ones in it. So stop being a bitch and sit down.

Jeff: *grumbles under his breath as he sits down on a seat*

Me: *smiles happily* Now that wasn't so hard! *grabs the knife*

Vinny: What's the game about *watches the knife warily*

Me: Right, the game. *rubs his thumb on the blade of the knife* You see, this game was created in the 1800's and is one of the ones I like to play. It's called "the Knife Game." Well, I actually call it the "Five Finger Fillet" but whatever. I'm assuming you guys know what it's about, right?

Vinny: *inhales sharply*

Me: *spins the knife around* Normally, the Five Fing- excuse me; the Knife Game involves someone to stab at their own fingers at a fast pace and avoid hitting themselves. Because of the dare, this Knife Game will involve me stabbing at your fingers.

Jeff: Why the hell do we want to take part in that?

Me: Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's because you were dared to. Don't worry guys. I won't hit you on purpose. I'm suppose to "try" not hitting you. Since Jeff is being such a whiny bitch- *looks at Jeff* -why don't you put your hand on the table first?

Jeff: Fuck no.

Me: *stares seriously at Jeff* Do. It.

Vinny: Please, Jeff. Let's get this over with.

Jeff: *shoots a dirty look at Vinny before slowly setting his hand in the center of the table*

Me: Good. *leans across the table with the knife in hand* I wouldn't move if I were you.

Jeff: *stiffens*

Vinny: *is recording*

Me: *stabs around Jeff's fingers, counting under his breath* 1-2-1-3-1-4-1-5-1-6-1-3-1-5-1-2-1-4-1-6

Jeff: *twitches his fingers out of fear*

Me: *stabs the knife into the table, nicking the sides of Jeff's forefinger and middle finger*

Jeff: Ow! Fuck! *pulls his hand away*

Me: *sits back in my chair, laughing* I told you not to move, you fucking idiot.

Jeff: Fuck you! *is holding his hand.*

Me: *flips Jeff off, still laughing. He looks at Vinny after a moment with a large smirk* Your turn.

Vinny: Here *hands the camera to Jeff, who takes it with a slightly bleeding hand*

Jeff: You want me to record this?

Vinny: *breaths out slowly before answering* Yep.

Jeff: *gives Vinny a look that says "seriously?"*

Vinny: *sets his hand on the table*

Jeff: *sighs and points the camera at him*

Me: *stops tossing the knife that I had while they were talking* You're ready to go?

Vinny: .....Yep.

Me: *leans forward again, knife ready* Same thing I told Jeff; I wouldn't move if I were you

Vinny: *takes a deep breath and closes his eyes*

Me: *starts stabbing the knife around Vinny's fingers, counting like I did with Jeff*

Vinny: *shivers as he senses the knife barely missing his fingers*

Me: *slips on the table and sinks the knife into Vinny's hand*

Vinny: *his eyes flies open and he cries out, pulling his hand (and the knife) away*

Me: *stares at it then laughs* Oh shit! It's still sticking out of your fucking hand! *continues laughing*

Vinny: *is staring at his hand in pained disbelief.*

Jeff: You stabbed him!

Me: No shit, Sherlock. And he lucked out! It missed his bone. Oh, you lucky son-of-a-bitch.

Vinny: Lucky!!! I'm fucking bleeding!!!

Me: *waves Vinny off* Throw a band-aid on it.

Vinny: What the fuck is a band-aid going to do?

Me: You're right, you should go to the hospital. Jeff, take Vinny and get the fuck out of my house. He's going to bleed all over my floor.

Jeff: *gets up*

Vinny: *gets up as well*

Jeff: You did that on purpose *glares*

Me: *does a mock gasp* Who? Me? I would never!

Vinny: Let's just go.

Jeff: *pulls the front door open and walks out with Vinny trailing behind him*

Me: Don't forget to shut the door

Vinny: *shuts the door with his good hand*

Me: *laughs*

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YEAH, I DEFINITELY DID THAT ON PURPOSE. C'MON, VINNY WAS JUST SITTING SO FUCKING STILL, I HAD TO DO SOMETHING. I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THE KNIFE COMPLETELY MISSED HIS FUCKING BONE THOUGH HAHAHA. LUCKY FUCKER.

ANYWAYS, THAT DEAL IS STILL UP FOR YOU @CheesyGarlicMan JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT DONE (AGAIN, WATTPAD WISE).