Ari: Alright, everything you've trained for has been leading up to this moment...

Author~Kun (I know I had to change it because it took me forever to realize "Chan" is for cute girls and not guys. I have severe brain damage) is shown wearing a blindfold while drawing back an arrow in a bow. Ari is standing right next to him while up ahead is an unwilling Cupa with an apple on her head

Ari: Don't fuck this up

"Heh, like hell I will"

Cupa: You better fucking not, Brandon!

Brandon lets go of the string, allowing the arrow to fly through the air and into the apple. Cupa sighs in relief as Ari celebrates

Ari: That was awesome! You're getting good with that bow

Brandon lifts up the blindfold and hands Ari the bow

"You think so?"

Ari: Of course you are!

"Thanks Ari"

Ander then teleports to them

Ander: Dinner is ready guys

Ari: YES! I LOVE ANDER'S COOKING!

Ander: Actually, Nessa's cooking today

Ari and Cupa's faces dropped as Brandon looked at both of them in confusion

One by one, the merry band of dipshits piled into the kitchen where Nessa was making...

"Okay, what the fuck am I looking at?"

*insert image of suspicious stew here because I can't fucking find a good one god dammit!*

Nessa: It's stew, made it myself!

"..."

Ari: ...

Ander: ...

Cupa: ...

"Alright I'm just gonna fuckin say it... This stew is sus"

Ari: *stifles laughter*

"But, I'm not one to waste so...."

Brandon took the suspicious stew and downed the entire thing while Cupa and Ari were chanting

Cupa: CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG!!!

Ari: DA BOIS! DA BOIIIIIIIIIS!!!

Ander: *sighs* I'll get the milk ready

"Why? Oooooooh shit titties..."

Brandon ran out of the house into the night...and blew up his chunks

Heheh Minecraft jokes...

"Ugh... I'm never eating Nessa's cooking agai-"

Brandon's words were cut off from a rock against his head. His eyes fluttered slightly, stumbling back before collapsing on the ground with a thud. Blurry figures began circling around him as he watched 2 of the figures grab him. Then everything went black...

He awoke from a bucket of cold water being dumped over his head, blood trickling down the side of his head onto his ear and side of his face. He winced, feeling his head throb in pain. The second he remembered the last thing he saw, he gasped, looking up to see that he was sitting in front of a horde of zombies. His arms were held firmly behind his back. Brandon was then thrown into a cell by order from a giant zombie, almost as if he were mutated. HE LOOKED LIKE THE FUCKING HULK

"This can not get worse..."

Just then a witch walked up to his cell with a shadowy figure in a black and gold robe

"It just got worse..."