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Author: C. Sygil
last update2025-10-17 18:48:57

Carter left his room with Sebastian's message burning in his mind. The Protocol kicked in immediately and projected a glowing blue arrow across his vision, pointing down the hallway with text that read: ROOM 304 - 47 METERS.

His head still throbbed from the cafeteria incident. Every step felt like walking through water, slow and heavy. The hallway stretched ahead of him and seemed longer than it should be. Students passed him and their whispers followed like static.

"Is that really him?"

"He looks different."

"I heard he had a breakdown."

Some of them pulled out their phones. Carter could see himself in their screens, disheveled and tired, walking like a ghost through his own life. The Protocol tagged each face but Carter ignored the data. He just wanted to get to Sebastian and figure out what the hell he was supposed to do about this impossible evaluation.

The hallways were nice enough. Clean white walls, decent lighting, doors spaced evenly apart. Nothing spectacular but comfortable
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  • XVII

    Carter woke to sunlight burning his eyes. His head was pounding like someone who'd been hit with a sledgehammer. His mouth tasted like chemicals and regret, dry and bitter. He was in his bed, still fully clothed in the same outfit from yesterday. His shoes were still on.How did he get here?He tried to sit up and immediately regretted it. His body felt wrong, heavy and uncoordinated like his limbs were filled with sand. There was something on his face. He could feel it, sticky and strange, dried into his skin. His hair felt crusty and stiff.Carter stumbled out of bed and barely made it to the bathroom. He flipped on the light switch and turned to look in the mirror.His reflection made him freeze.His face was covered in drawings. Crude marker scrawls in thick black lines. Someone had drawn a schlong on his face, along with some insulting words across his forehead. Degrading images that made his stomach turn. The word FAKE was written across his forehead in capital letters. LOSER on

  • XVI

    After the incident and the laughter died down, the group started to relax. The tension that had filled the courtyard during the Unity Drink challenge dissolved into something lighter. Rex pulled out a bluetooth speaker from his backpack and connected his phone. Music started playing, something with a heavy bass line that made the air vibrate. Milo started dancing badly on purpose and making exaggerated moves that had Clara cracking up while filming him.More students drifted over, drawn by the music and the energy. Someone brought out a frisbee and started tossing it around. Juno sat on the edge of the fountain with his laptop, editing footage but bobbing his head to the beat. The whole scene felt weirdly normal, like a regular college hangout instead of the content obsessed pressure cooker that Star Academy usually was.Carter stood off to the side, still feeling the awful taste in his mouth and the heavy weight of the drink sitting in his stomach. He watched the others laugh and jok

  • XV

    Carter arrived at the studio the next afternoon with his stomach churning with anxiety. He had barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes he saw clauses from the contract floating in the darkness. He tried to research initiation rituals at Star Academy using the Protocol's database access. He found almost nothing useful. Just vague mentions on old forum posts, usually deleted within days. References to challenges, pranks, loyalty tests. Nothing concrete. Nothing that told him what to expect.The Unity Collective was waiting for him when he walked in. They were all smiling but there was something different in the air now. A tension that wasn't there yesterday. The studio felt smaller somehow. The ring lights seemed brighter, more invasive."Ready for your big day?" Amaya asked. She was wearing different clothes than usual. More formal. A blazer over her usual casual style."I guess," Carter said. His throat felt dry. "What exactly am I doing?""Three tasks," Juno said and for once he

  • XIV

    The Unity Collective had a small studio space in one of the campus buildings. Nothing fancy, but functional. Ring lights stood on tripods in each corner, cameras mounted on stands, a green screen hung against one wall, and editing equipment cluttered a desk shoved against the window.Clara explained that they pooled their resources to rent it while adjusting a camera angle. "It's expensive but worth it. We can control everything here. Lighting, sound, background. Makes our content look more professional than filming in dorm rooms."They spent the afternoon filming. Each person created content featuring Carter in some way and the atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed. Amaya filmed a cooking video where Carter attempted to help make some complicated pasta dish and failed spectacularly. Flour ended up everywhere. He burned the sauce. The noodles stuck together in a clump. But Amaya laughed the whole time and turned his failures into comedy, making it feel less like humiliation and more li

  • XIII

    Carter met Amaya by the fountain in the main courtyard the next afternoon. The sun was low in the sky and cast everything in golden light. The fountain sparkled and students passed by in groups, filming themselves, living their curated lives.Amaya wasn't alone. There were four others with her. The Protocol scrambled to tag them and data flooded across Carter's vision.AMAYA REEVES – SILVER CLASS – REP: 9,100SPECIALIZATION: FOOD CONTENT (MUKBANG STYLE)THREAT LEVEL: UNKNOWNCLARA MENDEZ – SILVER CLASS – REP: 8,400SPECIALIZATION: LIFESTYLE/VLOG CONTENTTHREAT LEVEL: UNKNOWNJUNO PARK – SILVER CLASS – REP: 7,900SPECIALIZATION: GAMING/TECH REVIEWSTHREAT LEVEL: UNKNOWNREX KUMAR – BRONZE CLASS – REP: 3,200SPECIALIZATION: FITNESS/COMEDY SKETCHESTHREAT LEVEL: LOWMILO TORRES – BRONZE CLASS – REP: 2,950SPECIALIZATION: MUSIC/REACTION VIDEOSTHREAT LEVEL: LOWAmaya was pretty in an approachable way. Round face, warm smile, curvy build. She wore a pink hoodie and jeans and her hair was p

  • XII

    Sebastian didn't push. Instead he ordered pizza and they sat on his couch eating in silence while some basketball game played on the TV. Carter barely tasted the food. His mind was still in the lobby, replaying the fight, the humiliation, the way everyone had looked at him like he was garbage.Finally, Sebastian spoke. "You're different."Carter froze with pizza halfway to his mouth. "What do you mean?""You're just... different. I can't explain it. The way you talk, the way you move, even the way you eat." Sebastian studied him with an intensity that made Carter want to look away. "It's like you're wearing your own skin wrong."The Protocol flashed a warning across Carter's vision but he ignored it. "I told you, I went through some stuff. People change.""Not like this." Sebastian set down his pizza and turned to face Carter fully. "I've known you since we were twelve, Owen. We've been through everything together. Summer camps, family vacations, every major moment of our lives. And I

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