Truth and Lies

(Disclaimer: This is not a Minecraft or CreepyPasta story. Please do contact me if I need to move it somewhere.)
As Christie pulled out a side piece of Jenga block at the very bottom of the tower, the entire thing crumbled and fell all over the floor and table.
"....Lately, there have been theories..."
"Oh, come on, Christie! We just finished building this tower! Why the heck would you start from the side when you're playing Jenga?!" Kate huffed, crossing her arms.
"... the head of police and the boss of the White Ink Cartel..."
"That's Christie for you," Rachel sighed, getting up from her chair, "I'm going to go get another cup of cider."
"...might be the same person..."
"You're supposed to drive yourself home," Kate remarked.
"Yeah, like that'd stop me from enjoying a good cup of alcohol tonight," Rachel rolled her eyes.
"...experts suggest the theory to be possible-"
"God, the television's getting annoying," Christie frowned, turning it off.
Sitting around the circle-shaped table, the three good friends were having a Saturday game night in Christie's house. They finished eating the pizza delivery about an hour ago and have just started playing Jenga- unfortunately, the round didn't exactly last long.
"Perhaps we should play something else. I'm not really feeling up to building the Jenga tower again- I mean, it took us an entire hour to build this one and it only took five seconds for Christie to bring it down," Kate remarked, standing up to go get another game, "I'm gonna go see what we have."
"Can we play BS, Uno or Chess?" Christie asked, taking a sip of her water/questionable liquid.
"I am not going to play any of those games with you!" Rachel shouted, taking a bottle from the fridge.
Kate agreed, trying to sort out the games in the cupboard, "God knows how someone like her always manages to win these games that actually requires strategic thinking."
"It's probably just luck," Rachel replied, sitting back down in her original spot.
"Hey! I'm still here, you know." Christie reminded the two.
Picking up the random box that caught her eye, Kate returned to the table, "So, we have this if any of you is interested."
"What is that?" Rachel raised an eyebrow.
"'The lie detector- fun for people of all ages, nothing except for the truth will be able to slip past your tongue!'" Kate read from the cover of the box.
"I'm down to it!" Christie exclaimed excitedly.
"We're...we're not actually going to play something this ridiculous, right?" Rachel said nervously.
"I dunno, Rachel. It looks decent," Kate smiled.
"Yeah! It seems fun," Christie agreed.
"You know what? Maybe we can play something like poker instead..." Rachel began speaking.
"What are you afraid of?" Christie grinned.
"I'm not afraid of anything! It's just- it's a fricking kid lie detector thing! There's no way I'm going to play it!" Rachel said defiantly.
"' Fun for people of all ages,'" Kate shrugged.
"You think that damn thing is actually going to work?!" Rachel asked incredulously.
"What? You've got a secret or something?" Kate teased.
"No! I'm just not going to play the stupid game!" Rachel declared with a firm voice.
-a few moments later-
"Alright, guys. 'Place the lie detector helmet on your head,'", Kate looked around the room. A happy Christie, a disgruntled Rachel, plus a smug Katie herself were all wearing a helmet. "Okay, we already did that. 'Red light is for a lie while green light is for truth. Take turns choosing a random card from the pile and asking another person in the room the question you just picked.' I'll start, then."
She picked a card from the pile and turned to Rachel, "So. Did you cry when you were watching the Lion King?"
"Of course not!" was the offended-sounding reply coming from the person in question.
Red light.
The other two girls exploded into laughter.
"Pfftt- Alright, I'll ask again. Did you cry during the Lion King?" Kate said, desperately trying to keep in her snickers.
"This thing obviously doesn't work!" Protested Rachel.
Red light.
"The last time I watched it was like eighteen years ago!" She added.
Red light.
"Fifteen years ago."
Red light.
"Eight years ago."
Red light.
"Three months ago."
Red light.
"Three days ago!"
Green light.
"...whatever. My turn," Rachel drew a card, "Kate. Do you still have a Teddy Bear?"
"Ooo! This one's interesting!" Christie's grin widened.
"Haha...I guess..." Kate said, her smile a bit strained, "But no."
Red light.
"OOOHHHHH!" Rachel and Christie's eyes widened from shock as the edges of their lips tried to rise higher than their nose.
"I-I have it for sentimentality, alright?!" Kate's cheeks reddened as she sputtered out a half-hearted explanation.
"Yeah, yeah we get it," Rachel smirked.
It's Christie's turn, "Alright, Kate. Can you do a perfect 180-degree split?"
"Hmm....no," replied Kate with a thoughtful expression.
Red light.
"...Why would you lie about that?" Rachel wondered out loud.
"That doesn't matter. It's my turn now," Kate declared.
She drew a random card and took a brief glance at it before looking up, "Ahem. Rachel. Do you have a secret you don't want anyone to know about?"
"...yeah, I guess." Rachel shrugged.
Green light.
"...oh. You do. Alright," Kate raised her eyebrow, "Have you ever...you know...killed anyone?"
"Wow...That took a dark turn," Christie laughed nervously, "My god!"
"Come on. You've gotta answer it," Kate reminded her.
"Yeah, sure, I've killed someone before..." Rachel rolled her eyes with an 'easy-going' smile.
Green light.
The tension suddenly started growing in the room.
"...Call of duty." Rachel added.
Green light.
"Oh, phew. That's just a game," Christie let out an airy breath.
Kate wasn't smiling.
"Kate! What's your favourite colour?" Christie asked as she read from the card she picked, the smile back on her lips.
"Pink."
Red light.
"Rachel. Were you home on the night of January third, 2020?" Kate said, not bothering to take a card.
Rachel was silent for a while.
----
It was a dark night. She sat on the bench with her usual pistol and trench coat. Somebody walked by her and "accidentally" dropped their bag. She picked it up after a while. 
There was money inside of the bag. She examined it, making sure that it wasn't fake. 
----
"...Yeah."
Red light.
It was Rachel's turn.
"Kate."
----
A car rolled up beside her. A pair of eyes took her in as she placed the money back in the bag. 
"Yeah, I see her."
The car drove away upon seeing that she noticed the car. 
----
"Do you, by any chance, have a job that requires you to work secretly undercover?"
Silence.
"...no. Nothing comes in mind."
Red light.
Christie smiled cheerfully as she picked up her next card, "Kate! Do you like ice cream?"
"Yes."
Green light.
"Rachel, are you a hit-man for the White Ink Cartel?" Kate asked.
Christie looked down at her cards with a confused expression on her face.
"No," was the curt answer from Rachel.
Red light.
After all, an undercover agent's first reaction to any question that will expose information will almost always be to lie about it.
"Kate," Rachel threw away her drawn card, "Are you an undercover narc?"
"No," Kate replied, expressionless.
Red light.
"Rachel! Do you like cupcakes?" Christie asked smiling, reading form her card.
"Yes."
Green light.
"Rachel- How do you feel about how everything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law?" Kate asked with a darkened expression.
"...Feels great."
Red light.
"How come you guys get all the good questions?!" Christie pouted.
"Kate. Do you think you're messing with the same person right now?" Rachel continued, ignoring her.
"No," Kate narrowed her eyes.
Red light.
Christie continued her barrage of useless questions, "Kate, do you-"
"SHUT UP, CHRISTIE!" Both Rachel and Kate shouted at the same time.
Christie frowned and placed her card back down, looking away from the two as if insulted.
"Rachel, do you know that there's a team of highly trained intelligence operatives in a van outside that's been watching you for a week?" Kate asked.
"Kate, do you know that I have people watching your team of operatives watching me?" Rachel asked back.
"Rachel, do you know that I have a sniper looking at you right now?"
The painfully obvious sound of someone reloading a bullet somewhere far away can be heard.
Christie gasped.
"Well, Kate, do you know that I have White Ink's six best marksmen watching you right now?"
The same sound from a while ago repeated six times across the silent room.
Kate stood up while Rachel mirrored her actions.
"I see where this is going..." Kate growled.
"Guys...maybe we should calm down..." Christie muttered.
"What a coincidence. I've got ten other snipers doing the same thing," Kate added on calmly.
"...you have a brother named Eric, don't you?" Rachel stared at Kate.
"Rachel, Kate is your best friend." Christie reminded her.
"NO, SHE'S NOT!" Rachel screamed as she glared angrily at Kate.
Red light.
The room fell into silence once more.
"This person here is not my best friend," Rachel stated again.
Red light.
"...am I your best friend?" Kate asked uncertainly.
"No..." Rachel replied.
Red light.
"...maybe..." She tried again, averting her eyes.
Red light.
"Fine! Yes!" Rachel huffed.
Green light.
"What about you? Am I your best friend?" Rachel asked back.
"...no?" Kate looks conflicted.
Red light.
"You're not!"
Red light.
"Maybe."
Red light.
"Yes."
Red light.
"Heck yes!"
Green light.
"But I don't love you with all my heart!" Kate added.
Red light.
Kate decided to shut up.
"Well, it's not like you've always been there for me, either!" Rachel declared.
Red light.
"But you were my best friend since we're in second grade," Kate said.
Green light.
"...stand down," Kate muttered into a microphone hidden in her collar.
Standing up, Kate and Rachel hugged each other for a few seconds.
"...aaaannnnddd who's your second best friend?" Christie asked.
"SHUT UP, CHRISTIE!"
"Fine, fine..." Christie rolled her eyes with a smile...
...and behind her back, she silently slipped the controller with a pair of green and red buttons back into her sleeve. 
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