Chapter 13: Bomb Threat
“All right, children, we’ve learned about some dangerous thing, so get out.” The announcements briefly crackle to life overhead, and everyone in the school grumbles as they head outside into the school parking lot. The students are told to stand in a line with their current class, and most of them ignore that order and began whispering to each other about what's going on. When Gantic steps outside, everyone settles down, which is rare for the students of ArmorGames High.
"Attention, everyone," Gantic says, voice loaded with a sort of terrifying authority. He’s speaking softly, but everyone hears him. "I'm sure all of are wondering about what's going on. However before we can tell you anything, we need to see the following students: Omegap, Riptizoid, Pickpocket, SuperstarSilver, PieGuyMe, Guest_Pegasus, and MattEmAngel. Report to the football field immediately."
Storm laughs at them as the glop of students parts to make a column of shame for the seven students to shame down.
"What did you do, Pick?" Rip snarks as he shoves Pick.
"Yeah, what did you do, Pick?" Silver pushes Pick as well.
"Umm, you guys were called too..." Pick frowns.
"Yeah," drawls Rip, "But you're dumb."
"Dumb," repeats Silver like a brainless mannequin. But he’s not even one of the attractive mannequins, one of the factory rejects with three eyes and an deformed nose. And it talks, too. Sometimes it says ‘lol u midget botfeeder play bad gaemz’ and gets human pizza dropped on it. You’d almost pity the mannequin, but the mannequin is beyond pity. Within the mannequin, there is only darkness - darkness, and a double helping of nacho cheese fries. But those were poisoned, too, and the stomach lining of the ugly mannequin is laced with lesions. None of this is relevant in any fashion.
Pegasus walks up to them. "Guys, c'mon. We don't need to argue "
"Yeah we do," the mannequin - I mean Silver - says, scrunching his three eyes together.
Omegap starts crying and trembling. "I'm scared!"
"You better be," intones Matt. "Because they're going to experiment on us, vivisect us, and make our worst nightmares... into a horrible reality." Matt bends to whisper the last part into Omegap's ear. Omega, of course, starts bawling. Tears and snot course down his face, and Matt jumps away in disgust.
Pegasus pats Omega’s as he cries on her shoulder. "There, there. It'll be okay."
Pieguy approaches Pegasus and Omega. "Actually, considering how much of a cry-baby Omega is, it will probably never be okay... for him at least."
Omega bursts into fresh tears as they approach the football field, where Gantic waited. DayCee was at his side.
"Alright, which one of you did it?" asks Gantic in a low, threatening voice.
Everyone stares at each other, utterly confused.
"Pick did it," Silver pipes up.
"What?!" shouts Pick indignantly. "You don't even know what Gantic is talking about."
"Yeah, but ur dum m8." Silver shows off all three teeth in a goofy smile.
"I agree with Silver," says Rip, trying to look professional. "You're dumb."
Pick just sighs.
"So uhhh, what are you talking about?" asks Matt. "Because, for once, I didn't do anything."
Gantic suspiciously glares at Matt before turning back to face the rest of them. "So, we were sent a bomb threat by email."
Omega starts crying, Pegasus gasps as she sees flashbacks of her past, Silver and Rip laugh at Pick, Matt stands there plotting, and Pie just thinks about the circumference of a bowl and how many scoops of ice cream it could hold.
"Yes, shocking, I know," continues Gantic. "We tracked the IP address and it led to the computer lab you all used today. So yeah, we need to check you guys out. We would look at the cameras but we got some kind of R19 virus in our computers."
"Why is DayCee here?" points Matt, still bitter from their last encounter
"He's going to check your backpacks one at a time," says Gantic, steepling his fingers the best he could. "Speaking of which, Rip. You're first. Follow me."
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"How do you do, Rip?" smiles DayCee. "You're not planning a bomb threat, are you?"
"Not at this time, no."
"Well let's hope not." DayCee nods at Rip's backpack. "So I need you to open up."
"I don't want to." Rip crosses his arms and pouts.
"C'mon, you’ve got nothing to be afraid of," DayCee cajoles.
"I won't open it!" Rip screams, and his face turns purple.
DayCee reaches for a walkie-talkie at his belt. "Gantic, we need someone to hold Rip down."
A second later Nicho and Cen appear to hold down Rip while he shrieks and flails. DayCee opens Rip's backpack and spills out all of the contents, which were all love letters, flowers, and multiple pictures of Lauren.
DayCee stares at the pile. "Yeah, you look pretty innocent. You can go back to the field now."
Rip shoves the Lauren Shrine back into his pack and leaves DayCee's office sulking and embarrassed.
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"Now it's your turn, Silver." DayCee moves his mouth in talking shapes.
"To open your bag,” DayCee replies.
"Why would I do that?"
"So we can find any evidence connecting you to the bomb threat."
"But how do you know that I'm guilty enough to be checked?"
DayCee sighs. "Look, the sooner we get on with this, the sooner you can leave."
"Why can't I leave now?"
"Just open the bag!"
Silver slowly opens his backpack. The Jaws theme plays. He then reaches in and slowly, ever so slowly, lifts out *gasp* pictures of Kim Kardashian.
MrDayCee raises a single eyebrow. "Why do you have these?"
"Because Kim Kardashian broke the internet," gurgles the unspeakably stenchful one.
"You can leave now, Silver." Sighs DayCee
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"Now Pick, I've been told by multiple witnesses that you are to blame." MrDayCee glares at him.
Pick frowns. "Was it Rip and Silver?"
"I'm not allowed to give away that information," DayCee replies.
"So that's a yes then?"
"Fine, yes. Now can you open your bag please?"
Pick spills the contents of his backpack. The contents include school books, a wallet, notes with multiple drawings, and a copy of Call of Duty Black Ops.
DayCee picks up the wallet with a frown. "This doesn't seem to be yours." He opens it and sees multiple pictures of pang.
"It's mine, I just have a pang fetish. This lends me strength in times of great need." Pick sweats nervously.
DayCee raises an eyebrow. “Really now.”
Pick nods frantically. Seeing that DayCee’s countenance hasn’t softened, he closes his eyes and chants, “AhyesitispangogreatmemelordpangpleaseblessmewithyourmemespleasegiveayoungpoorchildsuchasIachancetowitnessyourmemesinpersonallI’veeverwantesinceIwasachildwasthechancetobegivenoneofyourmemesandraiseitasmyownalsoiwantyourbabiespang-”
“All right, all right, you’re innocent. You can leave.”
Pick hurriedly snatches the wallet, stuffs all his stuff in his backpack, and runs off.
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"Matt, I know we had some minor misunderstandings in the past..."
"Minor?" shouts Matt. "Your fox friend made me open a locker that had minecraftsniper inside! Look at this scar!" Matt points at a small blemish on his nose.
"Yeah, but that was Xeano," says DayCee. "I didn't even know where he was going with the whole locker ordeal."
"Maybe not, but as a worker at this school, you're supposed to help students when they're in trouble, not leave them there!" Matt stands up. "I'm leaving!"
"Not until you sit down and open your bag!" DayCee raises his voice.
"And if I don't?" Matt glares at him challengingly.
"Then you'll be arrested," smirks DayCee.
Matt frowns. "You wouldn't dare."
"I can and I would," responds DayCee with glee. "We have been sent a bomb threat. We need to figure out who sent it so we can protect the students. You leaving is just getting in the way. Now open the bag!"
Matt grudgingly as he empties the contents of his bag. Out comes a book on how to get revenge, a notebook on plans, and 3 dolls with pins in them, each modeled after Daleks, Xeano, and MrDayCee.
DayCee picks up all of the items except the dolls. "I'll confiscate this as evidence and give them to Gantic for him to look over. For now, you're our first real suspect."
Matt stares at his confiscated items. "But I'm using those!"
"Yeah? Well, so are we." With that said, DayCee shoves Matt out of the room.
"Ow!" shouts Matt from behind the door. "Another bru- scar! I’m filing for child abuse!”
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"Pie, you considered yourself a smart individual, right?"
"I guess so?" responds Pie.
"Then please, for the love of all that’s holy, don't be like the others and just open your bag," DayCee begs.
"Sure." Pie nods. "It's not like I have anything to hide."
Pie opens his backpack without any fuss. He takes out school books, homework, and test tubes in a small box.
DayCee picks up the box. "What are you planning to do with these?"
"I'm planning to make a new type of ice cream," says Pie nonchalantly.
"Why would you want to do that?"
Pie has a sudden predatory gleam in his eyes. "Because I want to discover the best ice cream to bathe myself in."
"Please leave my office," says DayCee, concerned.
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"Hello Miss Pegasus. How are you feeling right now?"
"I'm a bit scared " Pegasus hugs her knees to her chest.
"Why is that?" asks MrDayCee.
"Because there's a bomb threat," Pegasus says. "And I could possibly be framed "
DayCee smiles. "You don't have anything to hide, do you?"
"No..."
"Then don't be worried," finishes DayCee.
"But what about the bomb ?" asks Pegasus.
"Okay, open your bag now." DayCee ignores Pega's question.
Pega reaches down for her bag and opens it up, procuring a stuffed unicorn, glittery nail polish, and a book on how to deal with emotions - all in pink comic sans.
DayCee checks out the book. "So, you have emotions?"
Pegasus shrugs. "I'm just struggling through depression."
DayCee nods. "If you want, we can send you to Mr. Calm."
"No thanks." Pega shakes her head. "I'd rather deal with this on my own "
"Alright, you're free to go," says DayCee.
Once Pega leaves, he starts writing a memo to keep an eye on the girl.
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"Omegap, can you please stop crying? You haven't been shot by anything."
Omega bawls. "But my eyes hurrrrt!"
"Well maybe if you'd stop crying they'd stop hurting." DayCee says, hiding a roll of his own eyes. "Now, can you open your bag?"
Unfortunately, Omega could not hear DayCee through all his bawling and the tears building up against his ears. He was going to drown in his own tears soon.
DayCee snaps his fingers in front of Omega's face. "Hey, open your bag."
Omega snivels as he opens his bag and spills it on the table. Buried in a whole bunch of tissues and tissue boxes, DayCee finds a Goofy hat, sunglasses, and a CD marked 'Room 219'.
"219..." mumbles DayCee. "That's the computer lab!" He turns to Omega. "Where did you get this?"
"S-someone gave me it," whimpers Omega. "Can I leave now?"
"Not until we see this CD." DayCee puts in the CD into his computer, ready for anything and hoping there wouldn’t be a virus.
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The video is low quality and shows Omega in the computer lab, typing a report for Moe's class. Everyone else has finished, so they have already gone back to the classroom.
As Omega types he doesn't notice the shadowy figure behind him, until that character yells "Cookies!" and womps Omega on the head with a plate of cookies.
The figure was none other than R2D21999!! Who would’ve guessed?? Not the mannequin, that’s for sure. R2 pushes the unconscious Omega out of the chair. He then goes to a hidden email site and types a message to the school's email address. R2's head is blocking the way so it's unable to tell what the email is about but DayCee can pretty much figure it out. With a metallic chuckle, R2 triumphantly clicks the send button.
"This is perfect!" shouts R2 loud enough for an elderly woman in China to wake up. Fortunately for him, everyone had accidentally gone deaf for five seconds due to a sudden change in air pressure. "No one will figure out that I sent that fake bomb threat!" He laughs at his plan and then walks out, leaving Omega lying on the cold hard ground. A moment passes, and R2 then comes back to draw on Omega’s face for 5 minutes and then runs away, snickering.
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DayCee frowns at the video. "Yeah, we're safe...I’ll let Gantic know that R2’s the culprit."
DayCee powers off the computer and leaves his office along with Omega, whose tears had almost erased the mustache on his upper lip and the sad face. The “I, R2D21999, SENT A BOMB THREAT LOL” on his forehead was still in place and quite visible to all.
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Two people sit at a table across from each other, in a dark room.
"Dude, why are we in your mom's basement?" asks the first character.
The basement kid scoffs. "Because we need an evil lair to discuss things in. Duh." He flattens his hands on the table. "Let's get down to business. Did you get the bombs from Nivlac?"
"Oh yeah," nods the first character. "Surprisingly, I only had to ask and he gave me the whole bag."
"Is that so?" asks basement kid. "Well, then I just have one to say about that."
"What's that?" asks the first character.
"Lah."
Editor: @StormWalker
Characters @MrDayCee @Riptizoid101 @SuperstarSilver @Pickpocket @MattEmAngel @Guest_Pegasus1234 @Omegap @Gantic @Nichodemus @Cenere @??? @???
