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[h3]"Hell-to-the no."[/h3][/center]

Amadeus kept rather passive while the others reacted to Ron in their own, somewhat expected ways. Ron's emotions clearly got in the way of what he was trying to do. Dude wasn't trying to be rude or be an asshole or anything like that on purpose, but that was just kinda what happened when the spoiled rich kid didn't have something go his way. Deus couldn't relate to those feelings really, so, he just let it all happen. It made him cringe, but, with how diverse their group was, things like this were expected, at least from Deus perspective.

That said, he merely got some tortilla chips and found a spot in the corner. The truth or dare didn't happen, as the awkwardness of the request was enough to deter pretty much everyone's interest, to much of Deus surprise. That left Ron's score at 0-2 but there was still plenty of time to turn it around. The party didn't fall apart, they were at least watching a movie. He'd seen it before though, having been watching and playing some scary things all week to hype up the occassion. In which case, it didn't scare him too much, but he did browse through his phone when it came to parts that he remembered jumpscares.

It was as he was doing so, though, that a chill went down his spine. A guy from his team, ol' Louis, tagged him to a feed of varying messages like: #DeusDONE, #RIPDeus, and links all leading back to one site; SHS. In the time leading up to this, Amadeus didn't really take the site too seriously. Though, when curiosity inclined him to actually tap one of the links, what he saw next made him widen his eyes. As if on some creepy cue, the last line of text faded in at the exact same time as a jumpscare in the movie, and his heart jumped in his chest.

With that he slowly got up, and put his plate down. This couldn't be happening. It had to have been a prank. Right? It's not like this was something the whole town knew. Only a couple of people in this room even knew about his situation, as most just assumed that his Aunt Marsha was his actual mother. Though, he never told anyone this. He didn't feel so good. His stomach twisted and turned with butterflies going to war within it. The hair on the back of his neck stood. He couldn't be here.

A couple of footsteps started, and as he was nearing the stairs, he looked up toward the others. For a second, eye contact was made between him and Bernie. With her question voiced, essentially alerting everyone else, it only raised the suspense in his mind and emotions. He heard DJ say his name next, but Deus immediately hurried up the stairs of the basement. Nah. Fuck all of that.

This wasn't about to be some Dr. Phil interview type of shit. No, somebody knew. His mind spun around in circles. The words of the site were too accurate to the point that he didn't want to admit it. This couldn't be real, and if his mind were in a rational place, maybe he'd think it was just some cruel joke someone was playing. Though, notifications came from the group chat, including the message: 

[quote]"I just read the site. Don't let Deus leave."[/quote]
With his mind being where it was right now, that was a red flag. So now, his original plan of just throwing out the notion that something came up with his Aunt and Deena, felt compromised. This was going to now become an interrogation. The tingling feeling of a guilty conscience only got worse as he neared the top of the stairs. That message came from Isaac, and he just went outside. So, that meant the front door was out, but the back wasn't. As if some sort of instinct kicked in, like a match was struck, Amadeus bolted for the back door.

He didn't even bother to close the door on his departure. He looked around quick. He couldn't go the way he came. Any of them could've been coming from the front or back doors. This would seemingly leave him trapped, but, there were perks to being a multi sport athlete. With a running start, Amadeus vaulted over the five foot something wooden fence that separated Ron and his neighbor's yards. His shin clashed into the top, snapping off a portion of the fence, but he didn't take the time to spectate it. Thankfully, it was Ron's family's fence. Amadeus was simply ran around the side of the neighbors' house to the front instead.

Now on the sidewalk near the street, Amadeus looked back toward Ron's house for a split second, but turned tail. He was straight up Forrest Gumping this shit. He didn't know what he was feeling right now, but all his feelings were telling him that he needed to be alone.

What is done in the dark...