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[S1E2] The Real Dead Housewives of Roblox

Sep 21, 2021 by Zuelke
#TRDHOR

CAST:
Batya Batya
Brea Eaurea
Bryan Eilish
Bryce spacebryce
CJ ceeej
Caleb CalebDaBoss
Charlie xcharliex
DJ #Kelly2722
David Dracarys
Dev DaddyDev
Devin ThyArtIsGrin
Donny BigBrotherDonny
Eddie NicoleF
Edgar chibideidara
Eric RightToCensor
Ethan DawnPeacly
Hunter hujain
Jenna JennaValentina
JL Delete2544
Joey joey96
John Jxhn
Johnny #Aquamarine
Josh doobee
Justin Girllover101
Lance rozlyn
Lilly ZLilly831
Marwan 2388
Mason Zuelke
Pokepat Pokepat
Ray GentlemanG
Sandy Hash
Sim SomebodyAwesome

Episode 2
Fight or Flight

It had been nearly a week since Dev had gone missing from the Real Housewives of Roblox chat.  While some were worried about him, many assumed that he didn’t want to be around the chat right before the official meetup was going to happen.  After all, he had seemed pretty upset that he wouldn’t be able to go.  They had no idea that Dev had been in police custody for several days after he allegedly shot and killed three people, including his own mother.  Nonetheless, Lance would have no negative energy dampening the mood for the upcoming event he invested a lot of time and money into preparing, even if civilization happened to be going downhill.
       
        Two days before the meetup was set to happen, however, Sim announced to the chat that he would no longer be able to come.  Canada had just closed its border to keep the virus outside of the country, which had not yet made an appearance there, and as such Sim could no longer go to the meetup like he had planned.  Almost immediately, Lance pulled him into a private call.

        “Uh, hi,” Sim said.
       
        Lance cut straight to the point.  “I need you to sneak across the border.”

        “What?”

        “Sneak across the border,” Lance repeated without an ounce of hesitation.  “I had everything prepared for a solid thirty attendees.  I was going to host a real-life Outlaster with two tribes of fifteen.  If you don’t come then that means I have only a cast of twenty-nine, and twenty-nine can’t be divided, and that is NOT ACCEPTABLE.”

        Sim giggled.

        “...Do you think this is a joke?” Lance asked.  “Because I’m not fucking joking.  Sneak over the border or else you’re going to ruin the thirty-person Outlaster that has been two years in the making,”

        “Even if I could go,” Sim began, “I don’t think I want to risk my life to go to a Discord meetup.  I’ll stay safe over here.”

        “Fuck you!” Lance barked.  “I’m going to make your life in this chat a living hell!  And with Dev MIA, there’s no one to stop me!”

        “Uh, that’s okay,” Sim said.  “I’ve got plenty of places I can be instead.  Not in a grave like you’re all going to be soon.”

MEE6 9/20/23
sim🇨🇦🇮🇳#1398 has just left the server

        “The eagle has landed, motherfucker,” Lance muttered to himself.

        ***

Various members of the Real Housewives arrived in Austin the day before the meetup, some by plane and others by car.  The first to arrive were Hunter and Ethan, who were a mere hop and skip away from where it was set to take place.  Johnny and JL, being the responsible gays they are, arrived next.  One by one they all streamed in, all except Sim, who was no longer able to attend.

The final person to arrive in Austin was Marwan.  He decided, unlike most of the people who were going to the meetup, not to come a day early, instead opting to nap on his flight to Austin and show up the day of the event.  His flight was incredibly long, and he had fallen asleep halfway across the Atlantic before he finally made it.  When he awoke, he quickly wiped the drool off of his shoulder before anyone noticed, adjusted his head-to-toe Gucci attire, and walked out of the cockpit with clutch in hand.

Marwan lifted his sunglasses and checked his phone.  Three calls from an unknown number and area code.  He decided he’d deal with whatever that was later.  He then ordered an Uber and waited about twenty minutes before a beige Sedan pulled forward, driven by a man wearing an ill-fitting grey shirt and unkempt stubble on his face.

“Marwan?” he asked with a toothless grin.

“Er, yes, that’s me,” Marwan said, trying and failing to hide his disgust.

Marwan walked around and hopped into the back passenger side of the car.  Opening the door flooded Marwan’s nose with the smell of stale fries, and he had to hold back his urge to cry on the spot.  The forty-five minute drive to the estate would be agonizing.  He considered that he probably should have carpooled with one of the other Housewives that were in Austin instead of chancing the grimy Uber driver.  He didn’t even get ten seconds alone with his thoughts before the driver broke the silence.

“You sound Bri’ish,” the driver asked in a faux London accent.  “Is that where you’re from?”

“Yes,” Marwan said, not breaking sight of the window which, at the moment, he wished to fling himself out of.

“Do you like tea and crumpets?” the driver asked, stifling a chuckle.  Marwan did not respond.  “Sorry.  I’m just a little goofy.  I’m not from around here, either.  I’m originally from Boise, and blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah…”

Marwan’s ears morphed the driver’s words into senseless word vomit.  That was easier to tolerate than having to engage with the obnoxious conversation the driver wanted.  He managed to do this for thirty minutes before he decided to return the call from the unknown number that he noticed earlier.  Marwan held up a quieting finger and listened to the phone ring, before a gravelly woman picked up.

“Kennebec County Correctional Facility, this is Donna.  How can I help you?”

Correctional Facility? Marwan thought.  Like a jail?

“Er- yes, my name’s Marwan [insert whatever Marwan’s last name is].  I got a call yesterday from this number.  I was on a flight so I couldn’t answer.”

“Yes,” Donna replied.  “You got a call from one of our inmates.  I can connect you to him now, just one moment.”

Marwan heard a click on the line, and after twenty seconds of silence, he heard his voice on the line:

“Hello?” Dev said.  “Can you hear me, Marwan?”

Marwan’s face suddenly felt hot.  He had tried his best to ignore Dev, and now he felt angry that Dev managed to get a hold of him on a different number.  He was too stunned to respond.

“Marwan,” Dev continued.  “I know you can hear me, and I know I’m the last person you want to talk to right now, but you need to listen to me.  Every one of you is in danger.  There are outbreaks popping up all over the place.  You need to take a flight straight back to the UK before you get trapped here and killed.  It isn’t safe.”

“Outbreaks of what?” Marwan asked flippantly.  “Corona?  I’m young and healthy, I’m sure I’ll be alright.”

“No,” Dev said.  “Outbreaks of zombies.”

As Dev said it, he heard a roar of laughter in the background.

“No one is taking it seriously right now,” Dev said.  “There was an outbreak in my town, and when I killed some of the zombies, they arrested me and haven’t even said when I’ll be able to leave.”

Marwan had heard about the reports of people eating people, but the news was highly sensationalized and he figured whatever it was would blow over.  He wanted to insult Dev for even believing that nonsense, but he couldn’t ignore how genuinely afraid for his life he sounded.

“Just listen to me,” Dev continued.  “It’s way worse than you imagine.  They turn so quickly.  You won’t even have time to react.  I don’t know how the outbreaks start, but they always end the same: everyone dies.”

Marwan was torn between taking him at his word and just ignoring him.  Even if he was serious, there was no way Marwan could change his ticket to fly back to the UK.

“Wait,” Marwan thought aloud.  “Why am I even listening to you?”

“Marwan…” Dev stammered.

"You're just jealous that I'm going to the meetup and you're not," Marwan said with a mischievous smirk.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

"Worry less about me and more about how you're gonna get out of that cell.  Ta-ta!"

Marwan hung up.  He did feel bad that Dev wasn't going to get to go to the meetup, but considering he had just betrayed Dev in a Frookies last week, he worried that Dev would take a page out of Marwan's book and be petty about it.  He had forgotten the driver was even there, and he peered back at him with an awkward stare.

“Well that was fun to listen to!” the man said with a gummy grin.

A bloody deer galloped onto the road.

“WATCH OU-”

Everything went dark.

***

        Marwan slowly returned to consciousness, with the warm evening sun on his left cheek and a cold, wet feeling on the other.  He groaned and felt the metallic taste of blood dripping from his teeth.  He opened his eyes to see body of the driver with the seatbelt taut to his body, leaning over Marwan.  He reeled with disgust as he felt the man trying to press his gums on Marwan’s skin, and Marwan shoved him away.  The driver hissed with glassy, bloodshot eyes that seemed devoid of the annoying friendliness he displayed earlier.  The man lunged for him, and Marwan stabbed him in the eye with the clasp of his Gucci clutch.  It did nothing to stop him--it--from clawing at the air in front of Marwan’s face, eager to tear into his unbroken flesh.

Marwan unfastened his seatbelt and launched himself from the car.  He tumbled down a grassy incline and his stomach plummeted into a tree, knocking the air out of him and making his vision blur.  He reached for his phone in his pocket, now covered with cracks that webbed out from the center of the screen.  He turned it on, blinked to correct his vision, and saw a Discord message from Lance.

Lance - 5:39 p.m.
Are you almost here?  I’m hosting Outlaster and I don’t want you to miss out!

Lance - now
Actually, I only need 28 to start anyway.  Eat shit.

His eyes then darted to corner of the screen.  1%.  He couldn’t even open the phone in time before it went black.  Marwan desperately clicked the power button, and after a few seconds the empty battery appeared at the center.  Overwhelmed with regret and fear, he passed out again for the third time that day--this time, barely alive.

Comments

LMAOO yas my airtime. LOUD!
Sent by SomebodyAwesome,Sep 21, 2021
not me leaving
Sent by SomebodyAwesome,Sep 21, 2021
things are heating up
Sent by Hash,Sep 21, 2021
i have no airtime
Sent by Girllover101,Sep 22, 2021

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