Forum Battle Royale 2

A young man awoke in a dusty room. Leaded legs and body prevented him from sitting up. His whole body ached with something fierce. A hand reached out over him.

"hey.need help?" The man spoke in a jarring, halting sort of way. Almost seemed scary. Reluctantly, he took the guy's hand. The guy's face was webbed with Wolverine-style scars. It took the boy a good long minute to realize that this boy was similar to his own age. Only a teenager. The room around them was dank and dark. Wooden walls kept them contained. Bars of rusted steel separated this sort of cell from the darkness outside. A hole in the celing was the only source of light in the whole building. Being in what seemed the dead of night, he couldn't get that great of a look at the web faced one.  The boy himself felt sick. One could guess that this was probably the side effect from being held in a wild west style prison. His hair fell down to his eyebrows, and his clothes were different than he last remembered. The other boy had patches of hair here and there. He was also visibly slimmer than the first boy. Other than that, they looked very similar. Sharp chins, short noses, thick eyebrows.

"What happened to you?"

"whats your name?" The fellow teenager asked.

"It's-"

"HAAARP!" A familiar voice called out from the darkness. Harp scoffed. Even in a scary place such as this, he felt somewhat irritated to be called something he left behind.

"That's not my name." Harp whispered under his breath.

"then what is yur name?" Web face smiled.

"You know what? I don't even care. Call me Harp." Harp very deeply did care, but nonetheless, he would eventually be called it either way. He started to think of that voice... "Potato?"

"I'm right here, bro," Joy was expressed in his voice, "I've been freaking out, dude. I thought I was all alone."

"Uh... I'm here... Potato?" A voice called out from Potato's general direction.

"What about this one?" Harp looked into the darkness and pointed at the web faced one, ignoring the other one.

"He's been in the one dark part of that room this whole time. I figured he was a corpse. Who are you? Also in the darkness, I mean."

Then a plethora of voices started calling out. "Heisenberg!" "Sonic!" "Bio!" "Camp man!" The clamor got louder. The web faced boy brought out some pills, and ate them.

"they do this a lot!assholes!" Deadwaste offered the pills to Harp. Harp took the bottle and read the label.

"Painkillers?!" He had to shout to make noise over the freakout.

"it makes it easier to deal with!trust me!i'm deadwaste by the way!"

Harp handed the bottle back with no pills missing. He simply covered his ears until the din died down.

"OK!" A voice shouted in quiet, "Let's just list off one by one. I'll go first. Gengar!"

"InsaneAlphaBeta!"

"Jakest123!"

"KAT!"

"Rock!

"Bio!"

"Potato!"

"Harp!"

"deadwaste!or ass,if you like."

"Michael!"

"Mikon!"

"Zeruis!"

"Pikablue!"

"Heisenberg!"

"Domewing!"

"TKA!"

"Cany!"

"Camp man!"

"Master Psychic!"

"That1guy!"

"IWMT!"

"Dildor!"

"Sonic!"

"Omid!"

"Fredden!"

"Crackman!"

"Ehkay!"

A long silence followed.