KT's POV:

Everyone gathered on or around the couches so we could play.

"Alright then, who asks first?" Joy asked.

"KT should go first," Alfie suggested, "After all, this was her idea."

"Fine by me," I smiled, then turned to Fabian. "Fabian,"

"Yes?" he replied.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

I had had a feeling he was going to say that. "Okay, what did you do this summer?" I smirked. Normally, this wouldn't elicit a humorous reply, but this is Fabian we're talking about!

"This summer? Well, I did a lot of reading." This earned a giggle from everyone.

"What else?" I prodded.

"I also studied some," he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. Everyone started laughing.

"And somehow, I don't think this surprises anyone!" Mick exclaimed, causing Fabian to smile and join in the laughter.

Once the laughter died down, Fabian faced Patricia. She immediately made eye contact with him. "Dare," she said, as if reading his mind.

Fabian huffed. "Alright," he frowned, furrowing his brow as if he were deep in thought. He probably was, as he wasn't very good at dares. Suddenly, his face lit up. "Tomorrow, you have to be nice to everybody. For the whole day," he leaned back on the couch, a triumphant grin on his face. We all knew Patricia couldn't back down from a dare.

Patricia sighed in defeat. "And I was hoping you would be terrible at this, like you usually are."

"Well, I wasn't. So, do you accept?" Fabian questioned, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Fine," Patricia sighed, "But now it's my turn to pick a victim." She looked around at all of us, then her eyes landed on Jerome. "Jerome," she called.

"Dare," Jerome said, a little too confidently. When Patricia gave an evil-looking smirk, however, his confident smile turned into a nervous frown. "Oh no," he commented, his eyes getting wide.

"I dare you to...." Patricia trailed off, keeping Jerome in suspense before revealing her dare, "Lick that dusty lamp shade over there!" she laughed, pointing to a lamp on the table to his left.

"No! Absolutely not!" Jerome scoffed, looking offended, "Why on earth would I do that?!"

"Because I dared you to," Patricia stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"There is no way you could get me to do that."

"And why not?"

"Well, for one, it's completely unsanitary, and two, you've already dared me to lick a lampshade before!"

"Exactly," Patricia folded her arms over her chest, "You were too wimp to do it then, and you're still too wimp to do it now." The room erupted in a chorus of 'oh's.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it," Jerome gave in, grabbing the lamp and licking the lampshade. Sometimes I really don't get why we do what we do.

As soon as his tongue had been removed from the lampshade, Jerome ran over to the kitchen and rinsed his mouth out for about five minutes, at the very least. When he came back and sat down, he scanned over us, deciding who to pick on.

Violet's POV:

"How about you, Violet?" Jerome smiled smugly. He had probably been planning on giving me a hard dare, but the truth was, I was excited. I had been waiting for someone to pick me and give me a challenging dare, and Jerome looked like just the person to do it.

Pulling my hair onto one shoulder, I gave him a grin that was just as smug-if not more so-than his own. "Bring it."

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare," I replied, not pausing for a moment.

"I was hoping you would say that," he commented, "I like your confidence, though, because you're going to need it. I dare you to go into the basement and stay there for fifteen minutes, at least."

"Cool," I shrugged.

"Cool? That's it? Apparently you haven't been in Anubis House's cellar before," Amber countered, rolling her eyes.

"Well," Jerome started, standing up, "Come on, then, let's go. I think Victor actually left the door unlocked this time."

I stood up and walked alongside Jerome as he approached the basement door, the rest of the Anubis House residents following close behind us.

For some reason, I started to get nervous. I didn't know why, but I just had a very bad feeling about the basement. I looked down at my hands, seeing the tattoo on my right middle finger. It was of a treble clef and bass clef that were positioned to form a heart. I had gotten it roughly two years ago, after I had taught myself to play the music to my favorite song on the piano. I smiled at the memory.

Jerome waved his hand in front of my face, snapping me from my thoughts.

"Huh?" I jerked my head up to face Jerome.

Jerome crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I asked you if you were ready."

"I should ask you the same thing," I retorted, imitating Jerome's slightly worried-looking stance, "You look like your more scared for me than I am." The rest of the house laughed at my comment.

"I'll take that as a yes," Jerome replied, putting his hand on my shoulder and lightly guiding me towards the door. I walked down a few steps before turning back around, waiting for Jerome to shut the door.

"Alfie, do you have the timer set for fifteen minutes?" Jerome asked.

"Affirmative," Alfie nodded, holding up his phone, showing a countdown timer set at fifteen seconds.

"That says fifteen seconds, Alfie," I corrected him.

Alfie looked at his phone, realization dawning on his face. "Oh, right," he chuckled, tapping the touch-screen a few times before turning it back to Jerome and I, showing the correct time. "Now it's set."

"Okay, then, Violet, we'll see you in fifteen minutes," Jerome grinned, slowly closing the door, "If you can make it that long."

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So, Violet's in the cellar. Do you think she'll find anything? If so, what do you thunk she'll find? So many questions! Also, pic is of Violet's tattoo, except it's on her middle finger, not the ring finger like it is in the picture.

~Tiffani

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