Second chapter! Derp.

It's weird. I have nothing to say right now.

Wait, I do have one thing to say. So the arcade, since its abandoned and stuff, some people dump their junk there (like old couches, blah blah blah) and it's sorta a junk yard for the neighborhood, so there's a bunch of trash everywhere, but people can still move around in it and get to the games. That's important for this chapter. You'll see~

Note: everything above this message was written yesterday before I fell asleep whilst writing. If you haven't noticed yet, I'm trying to be as normal as possible. But I'm too lazy to change what I wrote already, so I'm going to leave it.

Another noteynote: the first note was written when I was trying to be normal last week, so ignore it xD again, too lazy to delete any of it.

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Chapter 2:

"Who the fuck are you people?!" Elizabeth was the first person to say anything to break the awkward silence when everyone found that they weren't alone at that arcade.

"I'd like to ask the same thing," said Jessie.

"Shhh, someone's coming!" Jason suddenly said. Everyone went dead silent. He took a small peek out the window. "I can't see who it is, but there are, like, five dudes out there!"

"Everyone, hide!"

They all got into hiding spots just before the five men walked in. They weren't police men, but they seemed like some kind of authorities. They all wore the same clothes: a black suit and red tie, shiny black shoes, and sunglasses. They also had guns with them, and they looked like the kind of people who knew how to use them.

"Why are we in here, again?" said the blonde man. "There aren't any people here."

The tallest man, who also looked like he was the leader, slapped the back of his head. "They're hiding, you idiot. Why else would the lights be on?"

"You're mean..." said the blonde.

"Good," the leader said.

They looked around the arcade, came close to people's hiding spots, but didn't find them. They were about to leave, until the leader heard a sneeze from under the cushions of an old ripped couch. The person hiding there held her breath and waited for what would happen next.

The leader slowly walked over to the couch, and finally lifted one of the cushions, throwing it to the side. All he saw was a flash of rainbow-colored hair before his throat was slit with a dagger. Three of the other guys lunged at her, while the blonde just ran away. The three raised their guns, and each began firing. But no matter how much they tried, they couldn't hit her, and soon, she had disappeared, only to reappear behind them and stab them each in the back.

And then, after she calmed a bit and realized what had just happened, she began to freak out. "Ohmigawsh I just killed four guys..." Rosie said, wiping her dagger on the couch arm as everyone emerged from their hiding spots. "I'm a forking murderer! What the fu--"

She was stopped by a slap across the face. "Calm the fuck down, Rosie!" Kiona almost yelled.

"Where did you get that dagger?!" Adam asked, eyes widened in both fear and astonishment.

"...A place. That doesn't matter, okay? We should probably get out of here considering we just killed four guys..." she muttered, changing the subject.

"We?!" said Toby.

"Same difference. So...anyone up for some ice cream?"

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Harold Jennings (first name that came to mind O.o don't judge meh...), or as he wants to be called, "Overlord of the World," sat in his bedroom at a desk in his huge castle, which was really just the White House with a bunch of construction and modifications done to it. He was writing in his journal--yes, journal--about the executions he watched that day. There were quite a few, most being from a riot that began in front of his castle. It was pretty entertaining for him to watch them all beg for mercy as they were tied to ropes, getting ready to be hung. Yes, this was an average day for the Overlord of the World.

His thoughts were interrupted by a guard knocking on his door, then entering the room. "Sir, we have a...situation."

He stood up and sighed. "What is it this time?"

"We have just received a report about four Agents (again...no originality here xD) being killed in an abandoned arcade in southern Connecticut," said the guard as calm as possible.

"So? That isn't very important. Harold groaned in annoyance and sat back down at his desk, continuing to write. "There are millions of Agents that could replace those four."

The guard looked around outside the hallway, and then closed the door so no one would hear. "Yes I realize that, but it's not the Agents that were the problem. It's the reason they had to go to the arcade in the first place. People around that neighborhood were seeing and hearing teenagers playing the games in the arcade. When the group of five Agents went to investigate, somehow four were killed, and one got away. The survivor ran away, but went back to spy. He counted sixteen teenagers between the ages of 15 and 19, and took note of distinguishing features. Tomorrow, we should send Agents to that city to search for these teenagers."

Harold closed his journal and slapped his pen on his desk. "You talk a lot, don't you? Fine, I'll look into it eventually. It's not like these teens would be capable of rebelling against me. I have all the power n the world, and they're just a few kids."

"Of course, sir," said the guard. He turned around and left.

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THERE YOU FORKING GO! Wow it took a a while to write this. It's been over a week xD Oh well. Anyway, next chapter will be written tonight! Or at least started. No promises on another update today x3