“Two go in, and one comes out. Hear them scream and hear them shout…”

We thought this would work. That it’d be different for us. We said we’d win the whole damn thing.

Two go in, and one comes out. That’s what they said. We didn’t believe it. It was just a scare tactic we thought. We were naive.

It started out as a nursery rhyme. A story. Then some asshole with money decided to turn it into a game. People loved it. Of course they do.

Two go in, one comes out, the winner takes home enough money to live a good life.

We figured worst case scenario, if one of us gets the money that’d be okay. As long as one of us wins. We thought we could rig the system. We were wrong.

It’s fake. All of it.

We walked into some kind of haunted maze.

With deathtraps.

We got to a gate. It looked like the end.

We tried to pry it open. It was stuck. I spotted a lever. I pulled it and the gate opened. That meant he could get through. But there wasn’t enough time for me to get through as well.

We tried so many different ways to get through. Then the walls started closing in.

We were running out of time.

He wouldn’t do it. He refused. He couldn’t leave me. He told me it had to be me.

I agreed.

I didn’t want to.

He’s my brother.

But one of us has to win.

I ran through the gate.

I watched it close as he ran toward it.

He called out for me.

Begged me to help him.

I couldn’t.

I couldn’t watch him die.

I ran.

I could hear his screams.

Then silence.

I rounded some corners and came to a red button.

This was it.

We’d won….I’d won…

I pressed the button.

Golden Confetti fell through the sky.

Lights blinded me.

But it’s fake. There was no winning.

“And one comes out”.

It was a lie.

I heard a gunshot.

Then nothing.