Yugioh Legacy!verse, part of the Phantom Tournament
Chapter Summary: The duelists (and friends) begin to notice something off about the tournament preparations...
Word Count: 490
“Has anyone seen the driver you had? Or any staff whatsoever?” a voice joins their game, and Joey holds his hands tight to his head and screams.
“NOT YOU TOO, KAIBA,” he yells from the corner, and Kaiba winces.
“What is this nonsense, anyway?”
Yugi glances up, wearing a sweet smile. “We’re telling ghost stories. Joey…isn’t particularly a fan. We told him he didn’t have to stay for it, but, well…”
“I ain’t goin’ out dere for da ghost ta eat me.”
Seto grins. It’s not exactly nice. “You know, you’d think with everything you’d been through he’d be just a little better with this. I take it he wouldn’t like to hear the story behind some of the Fiend cards?”
“I toldja he was evil!” Joey wails.
Kaiba shakes his head, amused, and turns serious. “Back in the real world, I know how an event like this is run. There should be people everywhere helping set it up. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone other than us since we entered this place.”
Joey makes some kind of whimpering noise, but Yugi nods thoughtfully. “You know, I think you’re right—”
The lights go out, and Joey screams. A light reappears, which turns out to be Tristan, grabbing a flashlight, and Kaiba’s kneeling in front of the shivering blond. He slaps him, hard. “Come on, Wheeler. You beat me once. You may appear like an incompetent duelist but it’s time you stopped acting like one.”
“Easy for you to say, Mr. ‘Nothing is Real’.” Joey bites back, but there’s a little strength in his eyes again.
“Well, in this world, which is a place that most of you don’t seem to live in, it’s much more likely that this is a power outage. Which is something that any good businessman should’ve prepared for,” Kaiba sighs. “We should look for the staff. They may know how to fix this, though I’m not holding my breath. So far, they’ve shown themselves to be utterly incompetent.”
“How do you know? We haven’t even seen them,” Tristan argues.
“Exactly,” he responds, then rolls his eyes and elaborates. “An event like this, employees should be around to take care of the VIPs. I don’t believe in coddling people, but you don’t just go and ignore them, either. And usually in places like these, you need people to stop idiots from wandering into areas and, say, turning off the power or getting drunk and setting things on fire. Where are they?”
“That’s…a good question,” Yugi answers, and then smiles and rolls his eyes at his friend. “You know, it’s more likely that whoever this was just didn’t have staff on hand to begin with than they all disappeared, Joey.”
Kaiba blinks, then nods. “That’s actually a good point for once, Yugi. But if so, they’re clearly not planning anything normal for this tournament. Let’s go find whoever or whatever’s here. They have some explaining to do.”