Just so you know, Joel and Scar are going to be in this fic as well, I just didn't know how to fit in their perspectives.

Dear recipient,

Hello. I am Mumbo Jumbo. You are one of 16 people who got invited to my mansion tonight. Do not worry, I will be providing transportation at 4 pm. Tonight, I have fun games and a delightful dinner planned. You have probably heard about this from the news, and I hope you will arrive. This will the event of a lifetime, and whoever wins the games will be going home with 13 million dollars. I hope you accept this invitation.

Sincerely,

Mumbo Jumbo

Skizz's Perspective-

Impulse put the letter down as he finished reading it out loud.

Tango hummed.

"And we all got invited?" He then asked.

Skizz nodded, tossing his friend their letters.

"We gonna go?" Impulse asked, rereading the letter.

Tango shrugged, "Whatever you want, man."

Skizz nodded and then smiled, "I think we should go."

"Beats doing nothing!" Impulse said, smiling at his friends as they all accepted the invitation.

Etho's Perspective-

"We're not doing that." Etho said, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned back in his seat.

"Why not?" Bdubs asked.

"Don't trust him."

"He was the guy on TV, you know that rich white guy. He's fine."

"Just because he's on TV doesn't mean he's nice."

"Well I'm going to go." Bdubs said.

Etho looked shocked, "No! Don't!"

Bdubs smirked, "What? Worried about me?"

Etho blushed and Bdubs laughed.

"Come on, it'd be fun. Besides, 13 million dollars!"

"13 is not a lucky number."

"That's just superstition." Bdubs said, waving an impatient hand.

Etho bit his lip and Bdubs kissed his cheek.

"Come on, it'd be fun."

Etho smiled weakly and he and Bdubs got ready, but Etho had a bad feeling.

̸̟͍̀̀H̶̫̮͈̾͌̋e̶̝̹͗ ̷̢͉̪̞͂w̸͚̗͓͋̌a̸͍̤̟̝͝s̷͓̼̓̒ ̵͉͎̙̺̆̐̓r̵̡̗̗̲̾̆i̴̥̋͊̅̿g̶̳͙̩̏̇͠ͅh̴̭̗͈̭͛̒̈́̕t̶̡̛̾ͅ,̶̲͕͍̌ ̵̤͗̽ị̵͍̇t̸͍͗͆̍ͅ ̶̧̣̱̠̽̃̀w̶͙͋̂̍a̴͔͒ṣ̷̀̇̏͆ ̵̹̰̈́m̴̢̝̬͓̍̅̽͝ō̵͜r̷̩̣͑ę̸͙̬͎̈́͆̂ ̷̢̳͚̔͜t̶̰̝͐h̸̟̹̜̀̿ä̷̼̜̘̈́̒͑n̵̻̺̪͑̋̚ ̵͓̫̔a̷͙̩̓̌͘̚ ̵̱͈͗͊͑̓b̶̥̦̤̖̽̀̕a̴͕̩͑͛͝d̵̺̔̌ ̷̳̣̊͗̎f̶̺͂́ë̶̩̗̮́͑̓͆ĕ̶̢̫͉͈̔͑̀l̷̯͎͊i̶̬̥̔́n̷̘̗̑͛g̴̬͇͆̓̅͝

Jimmy's Perspective-

Jimmy sighed in anger as he lost again to the computers.

I hate playing Super Smash Bros. against computers.

"Tim, Tim, Tim." Grian said quickly, hurrying in the room with two letters in his hand.

"What?" Jimmy asked, looking over at his friend.

Grian threw him a letter.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow as he and Grian tore open the envelopes.

"Dear recipient?" Jimmy said, reading aloud the letter.

"13 million dollars!" He then shouted, a smile spreading on his face.

He finished the letter and looked up at Grian, to see him looking scared.

"You alright?" Jimmy asked and Grian barely nodded.

"Come on, let's do it!" Jimmy smiled and Grian smiled nervously.

"Well, if you want to."

"Yeah! We need the money, paying rent is a nightmare."

Grian giggled and they got up, trying to find something fancy to wear.

Scott's Perspective-

Scott walked into his cottage, looking suspiciously at the letter.

"Pearl!" He shouted.

"Yeah?" Pearl asked, poking her head in.

"Do you want a shot at 13 million dollars, or no?" He asked.

"I'm sorry?" She then spotted the letters, "Ooo, what's that?"

Scott hid them.

"Answer the question!" He shouted.

"Ugh, fine. What was it?"

"Do you want to try and win 13 million dollars, or no?" Scott repeated.

Pearl hummed.

"I mean, why not?"

Scott smiled grimly, "I guess we've found our plans for tonight."

Scott then showed her the letters and Pearl read it to herself.

She then smiled at Scott, "Let's do it!"

Lizzie's Perspective-

"Ha!" Lizzie laughed as she beat BigB at Mario Party.

"You totally cheated." BigB said grimly.

"And how was that?" Lizzie asked, smirking.

"Because you took my star at the final round!"

"And I got a lot of bonuses." She added.

"Yeah! So you totally cheated." BigB said, folding his arms.

"Sure." Lizzie said, rolling her eyes.

Cleo then walked into their apartment, shutting the door behind her.

"We got mail?" Lizzie asked, seeing four envelopes in her hand.

Cleo was mumbling to herself, reading one of the letters.

"Er- Cleo? What's wrong?" BigB asked, looking concerned.

"The letters...they're all from the same person." Cleo said, looking at the envelopes.

She then opened them all and compared the letters.

"And they all say the exact same thing!" She exclaimed.

"What do they say?" Lizzie asked, walking over.

"Nothing." She said, crumpling them up, "We should just ignore it."

She threw it in the nearby trash can before walking over to the kitchen to start cooking.

Lizzie and BigB all waited until they heard her start playing music and they dug in the trash can.

"Here!" Lizzie whispered excitedly, uncrumpling one of the letters.

"Dear recipient? How fancy." BigB said and Lizzie giggled as the both of them read the letter silently.

-

"Cleo, there is no need to cook dinner." Lizzie and BigB informed their roommate.

Cleo looked up from the recipe book.

"Why?" She asked.

Lizzie showed her the letter and Cleo gasped.

"You little racoons!" She shouted and Lizzie giggled.

Cleo sighed, "We're not going."

"Why not?" BigB asked.

"Because I said so. And plus, it's really sketchy."

"Come on, why not?" Lizzie asked, "You can have a night of fun!"

Cleo bit her lip and then sighed.

"Fine. Let's go."

Ren's Perspective-

"There's a letter for you, pup!" Doc called.

Ren looked up from his computer and walked over to his husband.

"What's that?" He asked and Doc shrugged.

Ren ripped open the envelope and read the letter.

He then flipped it over.

"That's it?" He asked and Doc nodded.

"There was nothing else in there."

"Well 4 is only in half an hour! I gotta get ready." Ren said.

"Wait," Doc said, looking a bit concerned, "You're going?"

Ren nodded, "Yeah! Seems like it'd be fun."

Doc bit his lip and Ren smiled softly, kissing his husband's cheek.

"I'll be fine."

"But...I would feel more comfortable if I came there with you."

Ren smiled, "Let's try."

-

A limo arrived to pick up Ren and when Doc tried to get in as well, he was stopped as he didn't have an invitation.

"I'll be fine, Doc." Ren said, poking his head out the window.

"But...I just have a bad feeling."

Ren smiled softly and booped his husband's nose before kissing him.

Doc held Ren's cheek as he kissed back.

"I love you, pup." Doc said as they broke apart and he kissed Ren's forehead.

"I love you to, Doc. I always will."

The limo then started to drive off and Ren waved goodbye to Doc, watching as he got smaller and smaller before disappearing.

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̵̛̮̜̟̝́̔͂B̷̧̡̜̓̒ủ̵̲̙̙ţ̵̺͒ ̸̞̪̳̲̋͘͠Į̴̮̺̻̓̍͋ ̸̧̮̺̀̓g̷̱͒̃ǘ̸͖͚͜e̷̫̗͙̬͂ŝ̶̨̛͇̜̥s̵͚͓̜̔̔̈́̈́͜ ̷̼̜͆̂̑̚͜ť̷̞̊̒̉h̵̛̘̻̖̓͌ͅe̵͎̱̤̦͊̂͗r̷̡̨̯̅̚e̴̩͆̑͑̅'̸̡̻͈̟̂̓̐s̵̱̯̋̊͘ ̷̢̖̕͜n̶̬̑̀͋͂ó̷̲ ̷̢̼̦̜̂́̊̕s̵̢̪̲̄͆͝u̷̥͗̉͂ć̸̜̈́̚͝ḫ̵̰̣͗͊̑̿ ̸̯̫̞̆͒t̶̙̘́͝h̶̢͊́̃̽į̸̎͛͑͘ņ̶̹̍̃̈́ǵ̶͚̠̳ ̸̢̏a̷̜͎̗͒̈̍̓s̶̠̟̲̓̄ ̶̯͈̓̀̕a̴̢̧̹̥̕͠ ̶̝̙̦͒̂͘͝ḣ̸̲͍͒a̴̛̭̬͔̮͌͑͛p̶͍͍̜̬̔̃̑̄p̸̪̐̚y̶̭̑̃ ̴̡͇̦͌ẽ̵̳̮͌͊n̴̗̯̟̥͌d̶̲͇͊́̒̕i̶͙͇͂̀n̸̟̕g̷̹̙̳̏.̵͇̐̽͊̉