After the fear game I witnessed, I had trouble sleeping that night. If that's how the fear games are going to be, what if I'm next? I don't know if I'd be able to handle something like that, even if I am a tough punk rocker. That was completely brutal, and it left me with questions about Ule Gapa. He certainly left the impression on me that he was a giant asshole, but maybe there was more to him? Maybe I could investigate and see what really was going on with Ule Gapa.
It only felt like I got to shut my eyes for a few seconds. Before I knew it, Tanezumi's announcement sounded on the speakers of the TV.
"Wake up you froot loop dinguses! It's time for another EXCITING day in the RV and another FEAR GAME tonight at midnight!" she announced in a cheery voice before the TV shut off.
It took me a little bit, but I was able to drag myself out of bed and get ready. I didn't bother to spike my hair again. I was too tired and at this point I just didn't care anymore. Especially if I'm in a fear game, I don’t want some crazy thing to find me because a hair spike was sticking out of my hiding spot. Once I was ready, I opened my door only to hear Ule Gapa scream.
I jumped back a little before going to investigate what happened. Ule was hunched over in front of his door sobbing.
"Ule?" I asked.
He snapped his head up at me, his face contorted into an angry expression but tears were rolling down his cheeks and streaming out of his eyes.
"Hey... it's alright..." I tried to reassure him, but that's when he opened his arms. When he opened his arms, a head rolled out.
It was the head of a woman. She had light pink hair, blue eyes widened and blood shot, light orange skin that seemed pale and blood drained, and a smile across her face. There was a note attached to her that said "You did this to her and you have to live with this for the rest of your life. - Mike". The note had a cheesepuff dust covered fingerprint on it.
"Wha-" I stared at the head in complete shock.
"That was my girlfriend. Her name was Grunnilda, Gruna for short. She played Bella Purse in the sitcom..." he told me.
"I thought it was Bella Butts?" I asked.
Ule Gapa slammed down his fists. "NO! Those names were utter shit and a giant lie!"
"Really?" I asked. I was genuinely curious, but it sounded a little sarcastic.
"YES!" he gave me an angry look before sighing. "It was Ule Gapa and his friends, Pasta Steve, Gussy Gus, Bella Purse, and Lillian Tigress. It was supposed to be an Uncle Grandpa parody, at least that's what Cheesepuff Mike told me. He told me he hated Uncle Grandpa and could make a better show and asked me to star in it. He told me it would be great because I'd give representation to disgustoids and help toward educating the humans and I would get a shit-ton of cash so my girlfriend and I could stop living in poverty. I took the offer because I was sick of living in the shitty conditions humans forced me in, and I believed it'd help me overcome my anger issues."
"Who's Cheesepuff Mike?" I asked.
"A fucking dick head, but I'll get to that in a fucking minute if you let me finish!" he waved his hand at me angrily. Even after a traumatizing fear game experience, he's still bitter and angry. I guess it's understandable, though. "So I took the job, and we filmed the sitcom over a few month basis. It was a fun experience and I did get a hefty paycheck. It seemed like it would be a funny show from the edited clips Mike showed me. Nothing like what actually aired on TV. It seemed like a better version of Uncle Grandpa, where my friends would unwittingly drag me into silly situations where we'd have to find a solution and grow as characters in a more sensible matter than Uncle Grandpa does it. But unfortunately, what aired on TV was god fucking awful. Mike edited the ones on the TV in a way where they were FILLED with all kinds of offensive and disgusting humor, especially taking jabs at disgustoids and making us out to be some kind of one dimensional stereotype of beings who don't know how to clean themselves properly, but the humans didn’t give a shit about that. They were outraged at how the show made racist jokes about some humans and sexist jokes about female humans, understandably so. I was pissed too because that's not what I signed up for. I wanted to make a difference. I wanted to show the world that disgustoids are similar to humans and can be talented actors. So not only did we get public outrage from activists, Pizza Steve was outraged that we used a rip off of his name and sued us for ripping off Uncle Grandpa's show. Of course, he won the case and rather than Mike taking the fall, he blamed and pinned it all on me and the humans believed him. The court case put me and all the other actors in crippling debt. So bad, that all of them except me killed themselves. I watched my girlfriend kill herself right in front of me. I was ready to die too, but then I saw they wanted contestants here and I figured this would be the best way to avenge my girlfriend. To give that piece of shit pizza man a piece of my mind!"
"Were you planning to kill him?" I asked.
"No, but I was gonna beat the shit out of him after this tour was over and steal his money and tell him all about what he did to me!" he clenched his fist. "Then I was gonna find that son of a bitch Mike and fucking kill him!"
"I'm sorry to hear all of that..." I told him.
Ule looked up at me in anger before sighing and dropping his head. He unclenched his fist before speaking. "It's fine... you aren't the one who did this."
He picked up his girlfriend's decapitated head before getting up. "I'm gonna put her in a safe place and then join you all for breakfast."
"Alright" I told him. He nodded before going back into his room.
I made my way to the dining room, feeling a bit better that now I know Ule's story, but it was still pretty shitty what happened. Hopefully the blood from that sink was cleared up this time.
When I got to the dining room, it was cleaned and everyone was sitting there chatting with each other, awkwardly but it seemed like everyone was trying to get over the disturbing thing we all witnessed last night. I saw Riley holding Honey's hand. He still had that terrified look in his eyes, but I could tell he felt a little safer holding onto her hand. Good for him. As I walked over to my seat, I overheard Nac letting out an annoyed sigh.
"This weird guy has been HITTING ON ME on my website! It is soooo annoying and gross! He must be a lonely broni friendzoni!" she told Villefoe, who was sitting next to her. She showed him what I assume was the message on her phone.
"Seems this fellow can't take no for an answer..." Villefoe sighed.
"I know right? Like can't he just go away? I keep telling him to leave me alone!" she tugged on her new pink wig. Her other wig must be in the wash.
"Perhaps I could take care of him for you?" Villefoe asked, taking a sip of his tea.
Nac giggled. "We need to find him first!"
As I sat in my seat between Ned and Chester, Ned immediately began to nudge my shoulder.
"Dude! Check it, this guy has a fucking SKULL COLLECTION! That’s so fucking cool, bro!" Ned told me as he pointed to Chester, who bashfully looked up with a small grin.
"Eh, it's nothing really. Sometimes I find them myself taking some nice strolls in the woods, and sometimes I buy them." Chester nodded before tapping his chin. "Though, I'm not too sure how they managed to put my skull collection in my room here, but it brings me a little peace knowing that I can still look at it and polish them."
"Why skulls?" I asked. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, it sounds totally awesome."
"I guess I just like the way they look. It is interesting to see the inner makings of something, I guess." he answered.
I'll admit, the answer creeped me out a little within context of this shitty situation we are trapped in.
"Will you ever get your hands on the skulls of all 4 Beatles members?" asked Ned.
"I might some day... though I really just want Paul McCartney's head! He's awful!" Chester clenched his fist.
Tiny Miracle came in at that moment and started to give us our plates. It had our favorite breakfast foods on it, unsurprisingly at this point. Since I have two favorites for breakfast, they gave me my favorite cereal and a plate of bacon, eggs, and hash browns. I didn't feel like eating the cereal today, so I ate the bacon, eggs, and hash browns instead. Ule Gapa trudged into the room and sat down in his seat before Chester waved his hand at Tiny Miracle who was setting down the last plate.
"Hey, uhm, two questions." Chester cleared his throat. "One, can I get some more syrup for my pancakes? And two, how do you guys know exactly what to give us for a meal?"
"Of course!" Tiny Miracle nodded before a bottle of syrup came out of his arm. He handed it to Chester.
"Thanks!" Chester smiled before getting to work putting the syrup on his pancakes.
"As for your second question, this was Uncle Grandpas last minute idea. He said since you are all stuck in the RV, he wants you to enjoy yourselves. He also wants to make sure your comfort levels are at a maximum level so you do not get the urge to kill each other. He doesn’t want you to play Tanezumi's game." Tiny Miracle explained.
"That makes sense" I nodded.
"Yeah, there's no way that Tanezumi chick wants us to be happy. She tried to take credit for it, though." Chester laughed. "And Paul McCartney never wants us to be happy"
"Did I answer all of your questions, Mr. Zarke?" Tiny Miracle asked.
"Yes, thank you so much!" Chester thanked him again before happily digging into his pancakes.
I looked over and caught Celeste staring at me. She quickly turned away once she noticed me notice her. She had quite the fancy breakfast, with cereal in a fancy silverware bowl, a cup of tea, and a croissant. Looks like she ate half of the croissant already and barely touched anything else. I nodded before Ned broke my thoughts.
"Bro, what did you think of that bullshit last night?" he asked me.
"Brutal" I answered with one word, hoping he wouldn't keep talking about it.
"Ule got it really good last night! I really hope we don't end up like that!" Ned kept pressing on the subject.
"Yeah" I answered again, hoping he'd shut up about it already.
Shortly after I answered Ned, Ule got up out of his seat and cleared his throat. Everyone quietted their conversations and looked over at him.
"Hey, there's something I'd like to say" he announced.
Chester rolled his eyes before whispering in my ear. "What? That I'm the psychopath that made him go through the game even though it's obvious Paul McCartney did it?" he chuckled.
Chester wasn't low enough when whispering, so Ule looked over like as if he heard, but he didn’t say anything about it.
"I want to apologize for losing my temper yesterday." he announced before turning to Honey. "I'm sorry I said what I said to you and then proceeding to push you out of the way. That wasn't right. You were only trying to help."
Honey smiled and nodded. "It's okay, I forgive you! You were just really upset. I understand."
Ule turned to Chester. "And I'm sorry for calling you crazy and shoving you. I was really panicked over the whole sink situation and when you suggested what you suggested, I lost my mind."
"I forgive you." Chester told him.
"What about me?" Pizza Steve asked, coming out from the corner he was standing in. Who knows how long he was even there.
Ule clenched his fists and looked like he was ready to blow a gasket. Steve came up and whispered in his ear. I could barely hear what he said, but it sounded like "If you scream at me, your other apologies will look insincere."
Ule sighed in defeat. "Yeah, sure."
Steve gave him a cheeky grin. "Thank yooouu" he lowered his sunglasses and winked at him before leaving.
Ule sat down and began to poke at his food. After breakfast, nothing much happened, so we were able to enjoy the day before the next fear game started. I decided to play some video games. I wanted to be alone, but Adam and Belly ended up bugging me to join in on some games. Though I was hesitant at first, I'm glad I went along with them. It was nice to just hang out and connect with people despite the current situation. After doing that, I went to my room for a quick minute to sketch an idea I had for a character.
I sat down and began sketching, but half way through my sketch something compelled me to look up at the paintings on the wall. I wasn't very happy with my decision to do so, though. When I looked up I saw that thing again, smiling at me.
"Please don't scream" I told it, but it ignored me. It let out a loud scream, but rather than scream in my direction, it screamed at the painting, which knocked it out of place a little so that it was hanging crookedly on the wall.
I covered my ears and shut my eyes as it screamed. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. My ears were ringing even after the thing disappeared and everything was silent. I put my finger in my ear in an attempt to help alleviate the pain I felt. I got up and walked slowly walked over to the picture. I shook my head in another effort to alleviate the pain before I examined the now crooked picture. Rather than fix it, I decided to just take it off its hinges. When I did, I saw something extremely strange.