Sleepover with the Sand Sibs

Chapter Seven: PtP Upgraded – Temari Version

"Alright bitches! Listen and shut the fudge up!"

Everyone immediately shut the fudge up at Temari's scary badass shout. She was just so awesome that she could make everyone that. All that could be heard was the rustling of Chouji's crisp packet and some random outbursts of humming Let It Go.

"We are gonna play Pass the Parcel now." She paused as some groans echoed through the room. "Except, this version will not be quite so childish…" Her manic grin scared the crap out of everyone. "We are going to play… my version."

Everyone immediately shivered. Nobody quite knows whether this spontaneous motion was due to ze creeps or the snow which was falling currently.

"Okay, you gotta have guts. You probably won't literally have any left after the first round of this game. Everyone has to split into teams of five. Each team will be equipped with two Tasers, five flash grenades, an AK47 with silenced scope and a bazooka cannon of my own invention, which shoots clouds of hallucinogenic mushroom powder."

Sometimes, she could be quite worrying. One question – where the fuck did she get all of that from? Wait, do we want to know? Nope. Other than Hinata, of course, who was secretly plotting to find out where she shops (at Starbucks, actually).

"Since our amazing mansion is huge and ten storeys tall, we have created some awesome handicaps as we are ninja. If you wish to go up a floor, you must avoid traps, and climb the elevator shaft. Oh, and watch out for random elevators when you do so… The Parcel is hidden somewhere in the building. It is your job to find it. Teams have more luck when sticking together. Your goal is to find it and eliminate all competition."

The evil maniacal laugh which followed and the shit-splitting grin which burst across her face frightened some. Others wanted her on their team.

"Gaara will split you into teams. His team will fail btw!" She grinned and stuck her tongue out as her brother stepped forwards to initiate teaming.

It was every man/woman for himself/herself.