I'M BEING FORCED TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER! Jk...maybe. Anyway...let's see if I can do this with no distractions...yes I'm doing another contest and yes I SHALL WIN!

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Chapter 6:

Almost a week passed, and not much happened. Everyone in detention just talked about random stuff each day, usually involving the dictator's ridiculous laws or gaming or anything else of the sort. At the same time, the school principal and some other teachers kept a close eye on them, just in case. Also, down in Washington DC, the Overlord of the World worked on his mind-controlling devices, testing them on his five prisoners with no luck.

"Alright. I think it will work this time," said Harold, making one last change to the fifth tiny chip that he would implant into a prisoner's brain. He sat in his workroom, surrounded by a million wires, tools, gears, blueprints, and anything else you would expect to see in a mad scientist's lab. With one bright desk lamp providing light, he had been working for days, making modifications, testing the devices, then going back to the drawing board and repeating the process once more.

The most twisted part was he kept each of his five prisoners strapped to machines with tubes going in and out of their bodies in a secret room, with their heads OPEN, meaning their brains were exposed. He knew what he was doing, so it was most likely perfectly safe.

"One last tweak..." he said, wiping sweat from his face. After connecting one last tiny wire, he smiled, feeling accomplishment.

Pulling gloves on, he brought one of the nearly-microscopic devices over to the first prisoner, the one with the glasses--Tyler. Carefully, over the course of half an hour, he maneuvered the chip into the correct placement of his brain, and then sealed his head (...ewww). Then he did the same with the other four, ensuring that everything was perfectly perfect. And this time, it didn't fail. He had finally done it.

Harold had his five mind-controlled spies, who would obey his every command, as long as the chip in each of their brains told them that he was in control. He had them line up in front of him to receiver their first command. "I want you five to go back to Connecticut and spy on those sixteen freaks that go to your school. Find out what they're talking about with each other, how they each think, and if they're planning anything against me. Don't blow your cover, and report anything significant to me. And just so we're clear, make sure you keep them alive as well. I want the pleasure of executing them myself if they really are beginning a rebellion."

"Yes, sir," the five said in unison. And then they left.

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"So I think we should start a rebellion."

"How the fuck are we gonna do that?"

"I don't know, I'm just bringing up the idea!"

"But who's gonna listen to us? We're just a bunch of freaks."

"Which makes us even more noticeable. See how perfect this is!"

"But we'll get killed."

"I think it's worth the risk! SKITTLES!"

"Have you eaten too many skittles again?"

"SKITTLES!"

"Not you too..."

"FORK YEAH!"

As you can tell, detention was pretty crazy that day (have fun trying to figure out who said what xP I don't even know half of them so...). Luckily, they were alone in the detention room again, and this time, they were actually talking about something that mattered: a rebellion to get video games, music, and everything else back, and to take down the dictator as well.

Adam sighed and sat up on the teacher's desk. "Well if we're going to be doing this rebellion thing, we need a plan."

"I know!" Lizzy suddenly exclaimed, jumping out of her seat. "We can, like, do graffiti everywhere!"

"I like where this is going," said Seto.

"So, I'm thinking we could spray paint a game controller or something everywhere where people would see," Lizzy continued (look at the book cover :3).

"That's a great idea, but won't we get caught?" Toby asked as he laid back in his seat.

"Who cares? I'm sure at least one of us would figure something out so we don't get caught," Firefly said, adjusting one of her firefly wings on the back of her vest. "How do you think we've all survived this long being...freaks?"

"Okay!" Adam exclaimed, butting in. "So it's settled. How about we all meet at my house tonight, and bring spray paint." Everyone agreed, and they all got Adam's address and what time they would meet up.

In the next few hours, they were gonna have some fun.

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I lost...again. WHY DO I KEEP GETTING DISTRACTED?! I should be locked in a soundproof room alone with nothing but my ipad, which has wattpad as its only app, and a few crackers and water as food. You know what, I'M DOING THAT NEXT TIME! A little less complicated, but you get the point!