Executions

Executions are contestants eliminations. The way the character dies is usually similar to the characters design and personality. After that, they get sent to Lacunosa Town to vibe with the other ghosts. There has been 3 deaths so far. Spoiler Warning! If you hate spoilers then leave now. Scroll down to see the spoilers.

### Game-cube Error

The first execution of the show was Game-cube. Game-cube was injected with a virus, killing them slow as data wipes and wipes away, leaving nothing but a broken Game-cube at the end. This was also the first time the contestants actually got to know that Sam was a killer. Full story:

"You fools." Sam muttered under her breath with her light Russian accent. "You couldn't see through the white lies all along? I thought I made it clear. This isn't a.. how did I phrase it? 'Happy Little Camp'? I watch too much Bob Ross. No. This is something much worse." The objects before her muttered in bewilderment. They didn't know what was going on, why the lights were dimmed, what happened to the cheery phone that stood before them hours beforehand. "This is a sacrifice. Nine of you will die."

An angered Blip spoke up. "You lied! You promised eternal happiness!"

"I am many things," Sam explained, "A communist, a psychopath, a murderer.. but a liar is not one of them. The winner still gets eternal happiness, as long as they keep their mouth shut." The items before her fear mongered among themselves, already sharing whispers.

"Enough!" Sam shouted, pushing the flaps of her black ushanka against her ears. "If you're gonna whisper, at least do it quietly! Jesus..." The room went dead silent. "Gamekid. Cube? I don't really care. Do you recall getting five votes? Of course you do. That makes you the first one." The white-framed phone looked at the cluster of fear-filled items before her. ".. Skedaddle."

The ten objects all tried to scurry off, but Sam stopped Gamecube. "No, not you. You stay here." The frightened console didn't dare to bicker, so he quietly sat on the ground, hoping his death would be quick and painless. "I'm not one for technology. We don't really have Nintendo in Russia. But I'm pretty sure..." Sam pulled a cord out of Gamecube's back, plugging it into a nearby television. "There we go!" The screen lit up, showing a loading screen for what appeared to be Super Smash Four.

"Now.. the viruses should be installing," Sam muttered impatiently, Gamecube appearing horrified about what was to come. "Let me explain what I'm installing into your software. It's a bug that eats away at your data, from least significant to most important memories. Then, the parasites will continue to consume your body until you're nothing but a pile of wasted plastic." She seemed a bit too enthusiastic.

A ding emitted from the white phone's body. "Ah! It's all installed! Now we just need to wait for the viruses to eat you away..." Sam smirked, walking off and leaving Gamecube to rot. As she walked away, Gamecube could feel his insides, his memories, his body, all starting to be eaten away. All he could remember before slipping into unconsciousness was the golden shine of the soviet emblem on Sam's black, fuzzy ushanka.

### Shredded

Card's Execution was the 2nd of the series, the cards got ripped into tiny pieces by a shredder. And everyone had to watch The Cards die. Here is the full story:

"Welcome back," Sam smiled, more innocently than usual. "Tonight, we have a real show planned for you." She pointed at the Cards, bearing their usual Dylan front. "Everyone seems to just *dread* your existence, seeing as how you got twelve votes. *Twelve!* There's not even twelve people in the game, that's how unwanted you are!" The Cards already appeared upset. "Because everybody wants you gone, you get a public execution! Everyone has to watch!"

Pip didn't seem very keen on the idea of watching another contestant be brutally murdered. "Is.. is it optional?" She asked.

Globey nodded in agreement. "Yeah, is it?"

"Nope!" Sam smirked. "You have to watch. And just to make sure you don't go anywhere.." She snapped her slender fingers, making only a quiet thump due to the muffle of the bandages wrapping her hands. A bunch of long, robotic arms bust out of the walls to hold the two resistant objects in place. "Now, where were we? Ah yes. The grand reveal! You guys said you like how creative I am with my elimination methods, right? Well, I managed to find this little fella here!" Sam opened a curtain to reveal a shredder object, who seemed to be sentient, but in a coma-like state; sitting there, eyes open, staring into the abyss. "He's gonna be my assistant today!"

After some fighting with the Cards, Sam finally got them to stand still. "If your personality is split, why shouldn't you be, too?" She shoved the Cards into the whizzing shredder, tearing apart their legs and lower body. They let out a blood-curdling scream, causing most of the watched to cover their ears. "JESUS!" Sam yelled over the loud shredding, the flaps of her ushanka pressed firmly over her ears. "The neighbours are sleeping..!" she hissed.

As the Cards were slowly shred apart into pieces, the screaming got quieter and quieter until they were just a pile of paper inside the machine. "Good job, little buddy!" She snapped her fingers, and the shredder object immediately jolted up, likely afraid and confused. They bolted off into the dark, and after a few moments of being out of sight, you could hear muffled shouts, shuffling, and silence. Sam merely smirked.

"Well? What did you guys think of this one? I think it was a wonderful show," she smiled, as if she were daydreaming. "I wonder who will be next to go.. I have something lined up for each and every one of you, so no matter what, it'll be interesting."

### The Globe Game

"Did any of you play that game when you were younger," Sam said out of the blue, attracting the attention of the contestants, "where you would make a list of things you would do in your life and spin a globe to see where you'd do it?" She gestured for Globey to come up. "Here. Let me show you what I mean."

Nobody seemed too suspicious of it. I mean, they were always suspicious, but not *as* suspicious. Sam had been making a lot of small talk with the contestants lately; other than her boss and co-host, they were the only people she'd really been in contact in for the months the show had stretched on for. They were sort of like a big, dysfunctional family. Sam even listened to some of the contestants sometimes. She was growing more and more curious about what was going on before. Why did they join? Did they have a family? What was their life like before everything happened? As other contestants opened their doors, sharing with the host and others, the always-mysterious woman kept to herself, not sharing many details of her early life.

Globey walked up to in front of Sam, and she quickly spun him around. "Where am I going to marry Juniper?" She asked aloud, maybe a bit too loud. Globey seemed quite surprised and stumbled back a bit, still spinning in circles until Sam stopped him. "See! It says Paris!" she laughed a bit. "Probably not, but it's a fun thing to do. You guys wanna try?" She didn't actually bother checking if Globey was okay.

Nova Scotia jumped up. "Ooh! Me!" Without arms, it was a struggle, but she eventually managed to spin Globey around. While he was spinning around in rapid circles, she had to think of her question. "Hmm.. uh... where will I end up when I win?" Again, without arms, she couldn't really stop Globey from spinning, so he continued spinning until eventually slowing down and throwing up from motion sickness. "Ooh! Hawaii!"

Each contestant who wished to participate in the activity came up and asked their own questions, some answers satisfying, some people finding out that they will die in the middle of the north Pacific ocean.

"Hey, Lunaire!" Sam yelled, calling over her assistant. "Want a go?"

Lunaire wasn't usually useful, so she was a little caught off guard. "Hm? Oh, uh, sure.." She muttered, in her timid, fragile voice. "How do I...?"

"You just spin Globey around, and stop him, and wherever it stops, that's where.. whatever you choose will happen. Maybe." Sam explained, a wide grin on her face.

Lunaire cautiously spun Globey around, who was used to the dizziness and motion by now. Lunaire was about to ask her question before Sam wrapped her arms over her shoulders. To the other contestants, it looked like a perfectly platonic hug. Sam slipped the knife into Lunaire's hand. "Now," She whispered, kind of creepily, into Lunaire's ear.

Lunaire looked at the weapon in her hand, not fully being able to comprehend what she'd just been tasked to do. ".. Where will I say goodbye?" She muttered, before thrusting the blade right into Globey's forehead. A blood-curdling scream, and silence.

Some of the contestants were genuinely heartbroken. Every month, they were reminded of this fate. Sure, it might be casual in between, but once a moon another was to go. There was always the uncomfortable energy that stirred after an elimination. Another family member gone. Only one of them would survive. Only one of them would live to go back home to their real family, after watching their artificial one die, one by one.

Sam pulled Lunaire aside after the contestants dispersed. "You did a good job today. I'm proud of you."

It didn't feel genuine. Lunaire couldn't comprehend her actions. Sure, she knew what she'd signed up for, but it felt so much more wrong in her shoes.

"Just remember," Sam whispered. The golden star on her hat quickly disappeared, only to be replaced with a third eye. A big, menacing, golden eye, staring down on the younger girl.

***"The Union watches."***

### Chop Chop

Sam was casually eating macaroni like a depressed fuck. She wasn't really sad or anything, just bored. She was sick of the contestants by now; it'd been almost half a year since the show had began. She thought of them as children; little pieces of shit that you need to babysit. She finished her depressing macaroni and got up to go do something, *anything.* She had been bored for a couple days now, having run out of things to do. She couldn't get her mind off Juniper, who'd been away on a business trip overseas regarding new employees. Since they used fake identification, their only means of communication was over text, which worried Sam, because she hadn't gotten a text in five days.

The phone lady sat there thinking for a while, before shooting up out of her chair. "Right! The elimination!" She'd been putting it off, becoming a professional procrastinator in the process. She marched down the hall of the homely environment they'd built underground, right by the arena. The walls, lined with raw poplar, were adorned with clocks, paintings, pictures, and other hanging ornaments. The hallway floor was coated with a darker poplar, likely gel-stained and treated, with a lovely white wool carpet spread out down the centre of the walkway. There were scattered drawers, plants, and lamps against the walls, adding to the clutter of the scene.

Sam approached the tinted one-way glass screen that overlooked the arena, where Juniper often stood when supervising Sam and the contestants. You could only see out, and to the contestants, it just looked like part of the stone wall. She sighed and went down the stairs to her left, adjusting her fluffy black ushanka before approaching the door and triggering the weight responsor, opening the door that, like the glass, was disguised to the contestants. She walked out into the arena, immediately gathering the contestants attention.

"Hey.." Sam hadn't realized how tired she was until she actually spoke. Her already deeper-than-average voice sounded like a yawn; tired and wobbly. The contestants watched in silence as she walked over to the tools closet, as they called it. She kept all of her murder supplies in it; the unconscious shredder boy, caged parasites, pre-tied nooses, toasters, bathtubs, and a large array of knives. This time, however, she went to grab a woodcutter's axe.

She dragged herself out of the closet, still tired from the sleepless nights worrying about Juniper. "I need more wood for that cabin we're building." Oh, yeah. Sam and Juniper were building a cottage above the arena, to make it seem more homely and less suspicious. And to do that, they needed wood. "Treeyee, just get over here," she muttered, motioning for. "I'm tired, so this is gonna be quick."

Sam tightly gripped the axe's unfinished handle, her hands protected from slivers only by the blood-stained gauze around her palms and knuckles. She ran her finger across the blade, ensuring it was sharp and licking the blood off of the cut. "Just sit still and this will be-" she cut herself off, swinging the axe up and slicing Treeyee's body in half. He didn't even have time to scream before it was over.

She looked at the dead tree before her, sighing. "Alrightio.." She picked up the remaining log and hauled it off. "... I need to sleep. I'll tell you the new challenge tomorrow. I hope I can actually rest tonight.." she sighed, rubbing her eyes and disappearing back up the stairs.

She made her way back down the cluttered halls and, at the very end, there was a small platform. She stepped on it, and after a few seconds, the platform lifted up and brought her towards the surface. She shielded her eyes, the pale moonlight lighting the entirety of the forest around her. She squinted, looking for the wood pile they'd been gathering, and dumping down Treeyee's remains. She stood there for a moment, before deciding to go on a walk. She hadn't been outside in nearly six months, after all.

Sam took a brisk step onto the beaten path, which lead to the nearby town. She started walking down it, keeping quiet and her steps light. She stuffed her bandaged hands in her pockets, sighing as she stepped off the path and into a small open space. She sat down on the grass, shifting about until she found a comfortable seat. The object looked up at the moon, shining in all its glory, a shooting star passing her eye. "Juniper.." she muttered, flopping on her back. "Where are you?"

### Monsters

Sam had been devastated by the news of the plane crash. There was never any confirmation that Juniper had died, as she was under a false identity, but it was safe to assume she had. Sam wasn't quite the same. She often spent the cold autumn nights sitting on the cabin roof and looking up at the scattered stars and the aurora dancing in the dim moonlight. Sometimes, she forgot to feed to contestants, having them live ration to ration.

She didn't like having to give rations. It reminded her of her childhood, in the cold, unforgiving streets in the outskirts of Omsk. Her family was fortunate enough to get a rations box once a week. But in that part of the city, they sometimes woke up to find it completely missing. Those were hungry days. And she really, *really* did not like the feel of being left without food. But, it was her job, and she had to do it.

Sam saw the sun rising far off in the horizon and decided to finally be productive today. Get that elimination done. Maybe... make some food? She'd only eaten potato chips and macaroni for the past week. She slowly scooted off the roof, careful not to slip and fall, and entered the cabin.

The object made her way through the house and down to the kitchen, where only three ration packs had been prepared. The other two contestants were to be eliminated, so they didn't need to waste food on them. She picked up the packages and went down into the arena, where all of the contestants remained locked in their cells. Sam put the boxes down by the entrance and clicked a button the release the campers from their prisons. "Good morning."

Can O' Beans was the first to rush out of his cell. His lid appeared to be open and he had been.. eating his innards? It was probably much more disturbing to the object than it would be to humans. He was desperate for food. You see, he kind of pissed Sam off a few days ago, so she cut off his food access. He tried grabbing one of the boxes, much to Sam's dismay. She was, quite frankly, disgusted by this animalistic behaviour. "No. You get rations after elimination." Can O' Beans, knowing what Sam would do, backed away like a shy dog and joined the other contestants in lineup.

"Okay, you know the drill. Two people are dying today, because I am extremely lazy and let them stack up, yadda yadda." Sam sighed. She motioned for Fancy Price Tag and Black Dahlia to follow her. She led them to a small, stony room, locking them inside. She quickly put on a gas mask, knowing that what she would do would be fatal to her. She grabbed the giant can of what appeared to be acid. The object swiftly dumped out the substance, revealing to to be pesticide gases. Black Dahlia watched in horror as the ominous gases cornered her, trying her very best not to breathe in. But she just needed.. a quick breath..

As soon as Black Dahlia inhaled, a sensation swept through her body. A quick pain, and what she could only assume was the sweet release of death. But, alas, it wasn't. Not close. She screamed as another sharp pain surged through her body, forcing her to inhale more of the awful gases. After a couple seconds of this, she passed out.

Sam walked up to the unconscious flower on the floor. "Get up," she growled, kicking the body. She was still alive, but something was.. wrong. After a couple more minutes of just lying there, Black Dahlia finally got up. But she didn't look the same, not nearly. She was aggressively foaming at the mouth, like some kind of feral animal. Her hands had evolved into claws, and her teeth, fangs. Crawling almost on all fours, she crawled over to Fancy Price Tag, who seemed traumatized. Sam smirked, leaving the room and locking them in. As she walked out, you could hey Fancy Price Tag's screams as he was brutally mauled by the monster.

Sam decided to keep it, like a pet. She planned to feed contestant remains to the creature, because it would eat anything, and by the end of the next season, she'd have a lot of corpses lying around. The remaining three contestants all stood there, Can O' Beans still eating his innards. "Alright. Go grab a rations box. I'm.. gonna go... uh.."

Blue Flower could see how lonely Sam was. She used to talk so much about Juniper, but now, nothing. Sam barely spoke to the contestants now, much less about her personal life. She was obviously going through something. Nova Scotia opened her rations box and was disgusted to find it full of caramel M&Ms. She opened her mouth to complain, but Blue Flower quickly stopped her. "Don't. She's obviously sad, and sadness just turns into violence."