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Push The Button OCTFinal round, part 4: Grand Finale“Well, there’s the plot twist guys.” Bradley said as he stared at the monkey. “In a crazy turn of events, it appears that The Narrator is none other than a monkey on a typewriter.”The monkey narrowed its eyes and began typing. “ Bold of you to assume I’m just some monkey. ” The Narrator said. “ I am so much more, I’m a being far beyond your comprehension. ”Bradley slowly nodded. “You’re absolutely right, I apologise. You’re not just some monkey, you’re a capuchin monkey to be more precise.”The monkey’s typing grew more aggressive. “ That’s not what I- ”Nemis suddenly stomped their foot ...

Push The Button OCTFinal round, part 3: Grand FinaleThe Abyss? Nemis could not help but throw an uncertain stare at Avery, not quite sure what to make of the idea. They failed to shake the foreboding feeling lurking in their mind telling them that this could end up being incredibly dangerous. However, the thought of saving Zeno preceded any worries of danger at this point.“What’s The Abyss?” the Vakik asked.“It’s where The Narrator keeps those who lost.” Avery said simply as they began walking. “He’s very defensive about the place and doesn’t let anyone in unless they lost, but now that he’s busy we got a chance.” they said before looking ...

Push The Button OCTFinal round, part 2: Grand FinaleAvery was dumbfounded as they stood there, their body frozen stiff. In the blink of an eye, what started as a close heart to heart between former enemies was ripped away. The bard knew that they had reached the journalist, they had actually begun to see his real emotions - how he really was deep inside.The Narrator took it all away.“What...what happened? Where’s my brother?” Emilia cried as she looked at Avery, eyes squinting from all the tears. “Please… He’s not dead is he...?”Avery bit their lip and looked away. “I...I don’t know…” they said before gritting their teeth. “I wasn’t suppos...

Push The Button OCTFinal round, part 1: Grand FinaleThe sun shone brightly above the forest, the densely packed leaves only letting brief flickers of light through. No rustling of leaves nor buzzing of insects could be heard, leaving the area eerily silent. That silence was soon to be broken as the sound of footsteps in the dirt was heard in the distance.“Whew, this place is a right mess.”A figure could be seen walking between the trees, briefly holding on to his white fedora as he hopped over a thick branch. The man briefly stopped and rested a hand on his hip before lightly adjusting his unbuttoned white shirt.“It’s really hot and not a ...