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AMIRA KNIGHT was nervous, but an excitement coursed through her body. She shivered from the chilled temperature, pulling the sleeves down farther on her puffy, pink jacket.

The sky was hued a darken black pigment, with only a few scattered grayish clouds piercing above. The abandoned amusement park was haunting and had an ominous vibe it gave off.

The rides were rusted; the deteriorating faces of clowns and overly happy characters looked distorted and eerie.

Filming had begun, as Jimmy stood in front of the frame explaining what the video was about. The group of YouTubers (including Chandler and Karl) stood in back, hollering as soon as Jimmy mentioned they'd win one-hundred thousand dollars.

"Don't get too excited. Whoever is found last gets to decide what charity the money goes to," Jimmy chuckled, earning a few groans from the group.

"Yay, charity!" Chandler mused sarcastically, resulting in the group chuckling.

"You have six minutes to find a good hiding spot before Chris, and I find you," Jimmy stated. "Now go hide! And vlog everything!"

Amira sprinted as soon as Jimmy shouted 'hide'. She gripped the camera tightly in her hands, the lens facing her face. "I have no idea where the hell I'm going or where I'm going to hide, but let's hope luck is on my side today," she explained, breathing heavily whilst running.

A circular building came into view as she ran farther into the park. It was striped vertically red and white, with a wide plank tacked on top of the entranceway. 'Funhouse of Fun' was written in curly lettering, with a bright neon yellow color. The lettering was slightly fading, but it still was visible and vibrant.

"Guys, call me a leprechaun because I just found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. In this case, a very creepy funhouse," Amira joked, treading into the building slowly.

It was pitch black, the only light illuminating from her iPhone flashlight. She flashed the light around numerous ways, staring at various clown statues and faces plastered all over the place. "This place is fucking creepy, and I hate it-excuse my foul choice of word, MrBeast," the brunette spoke in displeasure.

She continued to walk farther into the funhouse, coming to a room with a circular tube that turned continuously. It reminded her of the one at the end of the movie Grease. "Okay, I think this is my hiding spot. I don't think they'll be able to find me. This building is at the very back of the park," she mentioned, setting herself down onto the rolling tube.

The walkie talkie that Jimmy had provided each participant had buzzed, signaling a voice was speaking. "We are on the move. Let's hope we don't find you first. I'm talking to you, Amira."

Amira scoffed. "How dare you just assume I'll be getting out first, Jimmy. Is it because I'm a girl? Are you sexist, Jimmy?" The brunette bantered, sniggering to herself as she took her finger off the speak button.

Jimmy's eyes widened, stuttering over the walkie talkie, feeling very caught off guard from her choice of words. Chris was bent over in laughter, clenching his stomach. The content creator denied being a sexist, only hearing static silence from Amira's end.

Jimmy thought it was an end to that conversation, but to his dismay, another voice spoke through the walkie talkie. "Dude, since when has someone ever left you that speechless? You're literally dog-water," Karl's chirpy voice insulted the twenty-two-year-old man.

Amira couldn't help but giggle to herself over the brief interaction. Despite having the sweet and angelic look to her, she was the complete opposite. Anyone who knows her or watched any of her videos would know she is renowned for her sharpened tongue and confidence.

Seconds turned into minutes, which felt like an eternity. The only other times Jimmy spoke through walkie talkie was to let the group know who had all been caught and how many remained.

There now were seven left (from the fourteen competing), including Amira. She uncomfortably shifted her back against the tube, trying to find a suitable position to stay in. Voices made her freeze, her whole body went stagnant.

Jimmy and Chris were just outside the funhouse.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," she hissed quietly. The camera was tilted at an angle showing half of her face.

Amira clenched her eyes shut, biting down hard on her lower lip. Footsteps grew closer as the brunette arose more panicked. Her eyes darted around the darkened room, trying to find somewhere close by to hide.

She was too exposed on the rolling tube. And if she didn't think fast, she'd be caught.

Amira slowly climbed down from the tube, carefully trying not to make a noise.

"I'm ninety-nine percent sure someone is hiding in here," Chris declared. "It's a good place to hide. Secluded all the way back in the park. This would be the first place I'd go to."

The YouTuber's heart was racing as she searched for any place to hide. Anything would be sufficient.

It must have been a miracle or something because her hand traced over a latch that opened a secret panel against the wall. She swiftly moved into the small confined space, softly shutting the door in front of her.

"It doesn't seem like anyone's been here. It seems untouched," Jimmy observed, glancing around the rooms.

A hand was clamped against Amira's mouth, stopping herself from breathing too heavily. She could see shadows underneath the door, knowing the two men were right in the same room as her.

After a few minutes of arguing between Jimmy and Chris,
whether not someone was in the funhouse or not, they finally left. It took a lot of strength not to laugh at the bickering between the two friends, but she managed.

Footsteps grew fainter, and Amira was in the clear. She leaned her head against the wall, letting out a puff of air in relief. "I don't think I've ever been that anxious in my whole life," she whispered, a slight apprehensive tone lacing her voice.

"Listen up!" Jimmy exclaimed through the walkie talkie, making the brunette flinch at the sudden voice. "We are closing the borders of the park. Time to find a new hiding spot that is located in the middle or front of the park. There are four of you left. We are coming. You have three minutes."

Amira thrashed opened the door, darting out of the funhouse. Not a single idea insight, she started to run toward the middle of the park, till something caught her eye.

"Everyone, I have the best hiding spot in the history of hiding spots. They're not going to find me, and I'm going to win. No doubt," Amira exclaimed in excitement, smiling brightly at the camera.

She turned the camera toward her hiding spot-the ferris wheel.

"Now, this is where my insanely high IQ comes into play. I'm going to hide on the very top cart," Amira revealed as she tilted her camera at the top cart.

The brunette shifted her attention to the latter that was on the side of the ride. "If I die falling off this latter, I want to hand my channel over to Owen, as I want him to continue the legacy of being a bad bitch," Amira dramatically announced.

A shaky breath is let out of Amira's mouth as she steadied herself on the latter. She looked down at the grassy plain below her; she briefly closed her eyes. Slowly opening them, she continued going up the latter.

Once finally reaching the top, she cautiously climbed into the top cart. When she was settling herself in the cart, Jimmy's voice came out from the walkie talkie. "There are just two people left: Tyler and Amira. Whoever doesn't get found next wins one-hundred thousand dollars for their choice of charity."

"Which will be me, so just start counting that money," Amira remarked, smirking at her cocky statement.

"Someone's cocky," Jimmy chuckled.

"Wouldn't you like to know, MrBeast," Amira chuckled, an alluring resonance grasping her voice.

"I-I mean-"

"Jimmy! Not on camera!" Chris shouted, smacking his friend on the back of the head. Jimmy exclaimed in a short-lived pain, his cheeks hueing a rosy-pink.

Amira shook her head, a sly smile painted on her dawn-tinted lips. The contact of communication stopped, and it seemed like Jimmy and Chris were still searching for the last two participants left.

The YouTuber had continued to speak to the camera in a hushed tone whilst trying to keep herself entertained. Just in the midst of telling the audience to subscribe to Amira Knight, Jimmy's voice came through the walkie talkie.

"Come in, Amira."

"Yes?"

"We've found Tyler. Amira Knight, you are the winner of Extreme Hide and Seek!"

Amira's eyes widened, her jaw-dropping at the words that Jimmy spoke. "Are you shitting me right now? Are you trolling me? If you're trolling me, I will not hesitate to go berserk on you."

Jimmy laughed into the speaker. "I'm not joking. You won!"

Amira kept the walkie talkie off as she carefully stood up from the bench on the cart. "I fucking won a MrBreast challenge!" She shouted into the void.

The brunette looked down, spotting everyone just gathering around the ferris wheel, staring up at the girl in astonishment. She trudged her way down the latter, making sure she didn't lose her balance.

Amira felt a hand be placed onto her waist, helping her off the latter. She glanced over at the hand, guiding her eyes up the arm, to whom it belongs. It was Jimmy, not to her surprise. She gave him a wink, resulting in the men becoming bashful in his speech.

After Jimmy gave an outro to the video, the cameras officially quit rolling.

"Hey, that flirting bit you both had going on was hilarious!" Chandler expressed, looking between Amira and Jimmy.

Amira smirked widely. "It definitely was a bit on my part, but I don't know about Jim-Jams part."

"Of course, it was a bit," Jimmy denied.

Amira raised one of her eyebrows, shifting her weight to the right side of her, arms crossing over her chest. "Really, Jimmy, really?"

Jimmy stared straight into her eyes, "Yes, Amira. It was a bit."

It was only for a split second, but Amira caught it. His eyes looked off to the side before they locked back with hers.

Amira nodded unconvinced. "Sure. Just remember, MrBeast-I'm so way out of your league."

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