The Therapygiver: The Realistic Rematch

This is the second story that's part of my series, the Therapygiver. The first one is right here.

P.S I am not Ethan

The Abrupt Announcement
So, me and Ryan were playing Minecraft, a couple of weeks after the whole frickin' mess with that hacker. I mean, that guy made my parents super suspicious about those slash marks across my chest. Also, my freak out after that guy got away definitely did not help (it caused a lot of internal bleeding). Then, the doctor said that I had to take it easy for a whole year. One year with no sports, no playing with my dog, no swimming, no nothing. I couldn't even eat too much, or else the food might expand my stomach too much and rip my wounds apart again. So, that meant I had no other choice but to play Minecraft all day with my little brother.

Me: Aaaah, Ryan. This is the life, isn't it?

Ryan: Well, maybe for you. I still have to go visit that crazy karate sensei...

Me: Hahah, yeah, you do. While I get to sit back and relax and play Build Battle with Jeremy.

Ryan: Hurgh. I hate you. 5 Build Battle rounds later... Me: Woah. This build is pretty good.

Ryan: Yeah, totally. LEGENDARYYY

Me: Uh-huh. Wait, what does this sign say?

Ryan: I dunno. Why don't you read it?

Me: Why can't you?

Ryan: Because I'm young?

Me: But you can stil read.

Ryan: JUST TAKE THE SCREENSHOTS TIME IS RUNNING OUT

Me: Okay, okay, jeez...

Me: *snap, snap, snippity, snap*

What the signs said: So, these are what the signs said, in order: Me: ...
 * 1) You like puzzles? I got one for you.
 * 2) Gsv pvb rh "gsvizkb"
 * 3) 01101101 01111001 01101001 01111010 01111010 01110100
 * 4) 01100011 01110110 01111001 01101001 01101110 11101001 01110100 01110001
 * 5) 11101010 01101101 01111001 01101001
 * 6) 01101001 01111001 11101010 01111000 01110110
 * 1) You like puzzles? I got one for you.
 * 2) The key is "therapy"
 * 3) Thirteen
 * 4) Days
 * Be
 * 1) Ready

Ryan: ...

Me: ...

Ryan: ...

Me: ...who...?

Ryan: ...

Ryan: OOH WAIT

Me: *stumbles backwards*

Ryan: It's that hacker guy!

Me: Wait, how'd you figure that out?

Ryan: Well, because one of the signs said the word "therapy" in it, and I think that guys name was Therapygiver or something.

Me: Okay, and?

Ryan: And the guy seemed like he really wanted to kill us.

Me: ...I hate when this happens.

The Treachery
Me: So, shall we gather up the troops?

Ryan: Yep. Maybe a couple new people, too.

Me: Okay, fine. Later... Me: Alright, how many people do we have now?

Die1234: About 200 or so.

Me: Alright, alright, good. I've acutally got to go to the bathroom for a sec.

Die1234: Ok, I'll stay here and deliver the speech and all that stuff.

Me: Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever.

By the way, me and Ryan were in different rooms, just in case we disturbed each other. So, I left my room and went straight into the bathroom, 'cause I really needed to go. After I finished doing my buisness, I reached towards the doorknob. Then I felt something close around my neck and pull me backwards.

Ryan's POV now.

I was waiting for Ethan to do his stuff, which took him a long time. So I almost went into the bathroom to check on him, but when I was near the bathroom, I felt a sharp jab at the back of my neck. My hand instinctively reached towards the jabbed spot at my neck, and when I pulled it back I saw blood that coated the tip of my finger. I freaked out as it trickled down my palm. I got a really bad feeling about this situation, so I went back to my room really quickly.

Once I was back in my chair, gaming headset on, I gave this speech what was super inspirational and-

Ok you got me, it was terrible.

Anyways, after the speech, I just stared at Ethan's avatar, waiting for him to move around or say something, until finally,

[MVP] EthanL2529: Hey Ryan, what's up?

At first I was excited that Ethan was saying something, but then I realized that something was wrong.

Me: Uh, everything's fine. How about you.

[MVP] EthanL2529: Yeah, no. Everything's absolutely normal.

Me: ...

[MVP] EthanL2529: ...

Me: Okay...

The reason why I say that something was wrong, because that voice did not sound like my brother's. In fact, it sounded kinda dark, kinda evil, kinda... familiar. When I had more time to register it, then I was certain.

That was not my brother.

That was the Therapygiver.