WARNING: This is a HALLOWEEN SPECIAL and may be CREEPY. Read at your own risk.
Tentatively, Prim picked up the giant dice on the chequered start square, and threw it. A six. Slowly, Prim walked out across the squares, moving six places. A villager scuttled out onto the board, picked up the dice, and carried it back.
“Your turn, Sami,” cooed Fluffy. Sami shot the evil villainess a death glare before throwing the dice. It rolled lazily along and landed on four. Sami stalked onto the fourth square, pulling a supreme expression of bored indifference, although she was trembling slightly. Next it was Ali’s turn. She rolled a six and almost sprinted over to Prim, hugging her tight. Natalie followed, staying safe with a three. Cass joined her a moment later, and then it was my turn. Heart thudding, I lifted the dice and threw it. Four. I sighed in relief and walked over to Sami, noting with some discomfort Fluffy’s expression of amusement. Prim rolled the dice. It bounced a few times before settling on a three. Prim walked forwards hesitantly, and stopped on square three. With a creak, the trapdoor opened. Prim dropped with a shriek and vanished from sight.
“PRIM!!!” screamed Ali. She tried to run to the gaping hole, but she couldn’t leave her square – walls of glass had slid up, blocking her way. Ali hurled herself repeatedly into them, screeching in incoherent rage. The trapdoor swung shut with a click. Ali screamed Prim’s name one last time, and sank into a crumpled heap, sobbing.
Sami rolled a three. As she passed Ali, she stroked her blue hair comfortingly. Ali sniffled and stood up, slowly. She rolled a four, and stumbled along four squares.
Somehow, incredibly, we made it through the rest of the game without anyone else falling. We were taken back to our cage and left alone in the semidarkness, huddled together in the furthest corner.
It felt like an eternity, but as we were drifting off to sleep, Fluffy appeared with something slung across her shoulders.
“I have a present for you, Ali,” she taunted, and threw Prim’s limp body into the cage. Ali pounced on Prim and brushed the brown hair off of her face. Prim shifted slightly. She was unconscious, but still breathing. A long cut marred her innocent features, just missing her right eye.