Day 2

I'm changing it to days because I'll most likely lose interest if it's weeks.

"I'm Jason, nice to meet you." The one who didn't get the joke introduced, and Preston smiled as they started to go through the line. "I'm Tyler. Or Ty, since there's a Tyler right there." Ty stated, and all the hiders (and Preston's) jaws dropped. "How the heck do you know us?" Seto rolled his eyes. "Hello, we're Team Crafted. You know, the ones who would babysit all of you when you were two. When we got transformed into bears, we never aged. And once the game is over, we can escape and age." All the hiders (and Preston) seemed slightly shaken up.

"Wait, does that mean I'll never age until this killing game is over?"
"Yup."

"ANYWAY, I'm Adam."
"Seto."
"Ian."
"Quentin."
"Mitch."
"Jerome, or-"

"J-REEEEEEEEE Slash Fluffy." Adam screeched, interrupting Jerome. "And like I said earlier, I'm Jason and that's Ty." Ty swiped Jason's arm. "Did you just steal my introduction?" Jason nodded. "Yes." Ant opened his mouth to speak, to be stopped by Seto. "No, it's fine. We all- or rather, should remember all of your names. Other than you." He added, thrusting a finger to Tyler. "Er... Hi? I'm Tyler." Tyler had joined the group of friends later, a year after the team had disappeared.

"Attention attention. Your master is speaking, the cycle will now change daily. And yes, there's a master. I'm here to... Oh, to spice things up. You can't trust anyone anymore, can you? Who knows, even your best friend could be me! The one to cause all of your deaths, for you to only wake up and kill your friends. You hear their pitying cries, but what do you do? Nothing. Absolutely, nothing. Even if you want to, you can't. Oh, what do you mean my voice changing potion is running out?! Get me a new one from the sorcerer's bag!"

Seto stared at the speaker, the dry chuckles ringing from it. Everyone was scared. "Wh-What does it mean, by i-it's daily now?" Ashley asked, almost seeming too scared to. "I guess tonight two different seekers will be well, seeking." Tyler realized, and Seto slowly nodded.

"I... I guess so. Wait, the sorcerer's bag? Hold on-!" Seto snapped open his shoulder bag, glaring as he noticed something. "He- or whoever- stole my potions!" Adam's eyes widened. "All of them?" Seto nodded, eyes drooping before falling to the ground. "Oh my god, what happened?! Is he all right?!" Kyle started to freak out, everyone else doing so too. Then, one by one, they all dropped. Not dead, just passed out. From a potion. A potion which was stolen.

(I'm using they/them pronouns so it'll be harder to guess who the master is (cat) )

They burst out laughing, stepping over the fifteen bodies. "Come on Dar, you can come out." A small doll hopped out of a box, running over. "Check all of their items. Find anything interesting or suspicious, bring it to me. Got it Dar?" The doll obediently nodded, before running to Preston and checking his pockets and sleeves. The Master smirked as they walked off, to their office.

"Aw man, this is gonna be a fun show."

They heard a small knock on the office door, them sighing as they answered. "Come in Dar." Dar walked in, placing a couple of things on the table. They swung their office chair around to look. "Ok, a brewing stand from the sorcerer, a diamond axe from the bacca, a bow from the archer, a paintbrush from the artist, and, ooh! What's this? A watermelon? What?" Dar made little motions to his mouth, and they sighed before undoing the sewing. "What is it Dar. Say it."

"I was thinking that you could poison the melon or something..." They burst out laughing. "DAR. That is the... That is the WORST idea ever! I'm just going to be watching, while my clone does all the work. He's gonna get killed, and pretend to be me! ISN'T THAT GREAT?! AND THE BEST THING IS THAT THEY THINK THAT IM ON THIER SIDE! ISN'T THAT GREAT DAR?! IT'LL BE LIKE A STAB IN THE FACE WHEN THEY FIND OUT!" Dar was worried for them now.

"Sir, are you fine?" He whispered, and the Master snarled at him. "Of course I'm fine! Well, I might be a bit loco in the head, but I'm completely fine! BESIDES, that's what everyone expects from me, anyway!"

"Dar, sit here." The small doll sat down on the cold concrete floor besides the Master, who royally sat on the soft office chair. "Sit still." He ordered, and Dar had to apply. "Good." The Master sewed the small doll's mouth shut again, the doll trying his best to not cry.

"Now go hide, and put my copy in my place, and GO! GO YOU USELESS PEST!" They turned around in their spinny chair, watching the multiple camera screens of all parts of the arena.

Dar ran out of the office, grabbing the clone by the hair and pulling them towards to where the passed out group was. It was now the bridge of becoming night, and everyone stirred. Including the clone. Dar smiled. Master was always the, well, they were always the master of these things. Dar immediately jumped into box, slamming the top of the box shut. That's when he let his mask drop.

You see, Dar wasn't always like this. He used to be a living person, talking with others and living. But that's when 'Master' came. The Master had promised him to be living forever. It sounded promising, it really had. To live forever. But than, Dar didn't think that living forever would be stuffing his soul into a small doll body. So here Dar lives, stuffed into a tiny porcelain doll forced to serve what he thought was his friend's orders.

'I just hope they realize, that 'Master' is acting different. Just, notice him. Please.'

Night 2

"Shit shit shit shit SHIT!" Kyle screamed, waking everyone up. "IT'S NIGHT WE'VE GOTTA HIDE BEFORE WE DIE!" All the seekers teleported away, and everyone else scrambled off into a hiding place. Tyler widely whipped his head around, before diving behind a pile of boxes. Kyle opened a cabinet and slammed the door shut. Adam and Ty both opened a latch on the floor before slamming it shut. Ashley hid in the vents again. Brice hid beneath the stairs, sliding some crates to cover him. Bodil hid on top of the lights again. Taylor grabbed a sword and locked himself in a different cabinet. And Brandon? He flipped a janitor's cart over, and hid in the basket. Great hiding spot.

All the seekers walked around, soft sounds of the fabric hitting the concrete filling the quiet area. The killing seekers tonight were Ian and Quentin, all the other seekers walking around freely. The Ian bear walked around, before stopping right at the staircase. It pushed several crates around, noticing something shiny and golden. Brice whimpered, hearing the sound of crates being pushed around and getting closer to him. That's when he heard it. That wretched sound of a giggle right above him.

(First attempt at gore don't judge me this is bad)

Brice looked up. First mistake. Never look a murderous teddy bear in the eye. The bear held a knife, and the last thing he saw before his vision went black was the knife positioned right above his pupil. Now, it sighed happily, pulling the knife out of Brice's eye, seeing the blonde wriggling slightly from pain. In response to Brice's actions, it stabbed him in the heart. He let out a ear splitting scream, before going completely silent. But the bear didn't stop there. It started stabbing all sorts of places on Brice's body, blood splattering everywhere.

It seemed as if the black crates were given a new red paint job. Ian himself was also coated in red. Although, inside, the real Ian was screaming. "NO! NO! DAMN YOU, YOU STUPID BEAR!" But what did his struggles do? Nothing. Blood draped Brice's body, and the bear laughed as he kicked it multiple times. "Aww, I got you some new paints artist! I only like the colour red though, so I gave you only red paints. Whoops! Sorry I spilt them all over." It then ran off, leaving the artist on top of crates.

Bodil winced. He saw it all happen. He saw Brice get stabbed, over and over again. And what did he do? Nothing. "Hey, don't worry. I don't bite." Bodil screamed as he saw it. There was Quentin's bear, on another light that was rocking closer to his. With a knife facing straight towards his head. It started throwing knives at him, Bodil hastily moving out of the way to not get hit.

Then, one hit him. Right in the stomach. He screamed in pain, before coughing. He started backing up, vision turning blurry. Did Quentin's bear stop? No. It kept throwing knives, till the point you thought that he'd run out. So what did Bodil do? He jumped.

Landing on the floor with a sickening thud, he was dead for sure. Face showing pure shock and pain. The knife lodged in his stomach fell out, blood dripping onto his clothes and onto the floor.

So there the two dead bodies lay, one killed by a knife, and the other fell down to his doom.

And the bears were proud. Proud for killing. But the people inside? Terrified. Angered. Why? Because they were two steps closer to losing.

Losing to the Master.

The Master burst out laughing, banging the table with their fist as they watched the TV screens. "Their faces! Haha, this is perfection!" He laughed, before glaring at the screen. "What do you want." The person who hacked their cameras glared also. "You need to stop your sick games."

"Oh please. Come on to the dark side! We've got cookies!" The Master cheerily held a plate of cookies, the person on the TV screen rolling his eyes. "Shut up."

"Make me Tyler!" The Master yelled, laughing as they leaned back into the office chair. "Bodil and Brice are dead. Hear that? Dead. And that means that we're closer to my victory!" Tyler* pushed his crown up further onto his head, still glaring at the Master who looked laid back and not at all affected.

"Haha, aw, you look cute when you're mad." The Master cooed, pretending to lean forward and squish the other's cheeks through the screen. "Look, stop." The Master burst out laughing again. "PFFT, HECK NO! We'll be going till we stop! Oh would you look at that. It's day. I wasted precious night time talking to you."

Tyler huffed. "Oh please. Why are you saying that to someone who-" The Master cut out the connection, laughing. "He's not going to scream my name out just yet. Besides, I have to freaking activate my clone again. Stupid thing."

They started tapping on the large keyboard in front of him, smiling when his clone slowly walked out of his hiding spot. "Come on guys. It's day. We can come out." Everyone else slowly walked over, before some of the seekers entered the area. Jason screamed when he saw Bodil and Brice's corpse. "Pfft. Wimp."

They laughed. In fact, they were laughing so hard and so loud that it was a surprise that the other's didn't hear it from beyond the door. "Aw phooey. They still haven't guessed it. How sad. Well, sucks to be them, cause we've hardly started."