The FaZe house had been chaotic all morning. Someone had the brilliant idea to turn a normal game of hide-and-seek into a livestream, and now everyone was running around the house trying to find the most ridiculous hiding spots possible. Cameras followed every move while chat spammed guesses about who would get caught first. “Thirty seconds!” someone yelled from downstairs. Everyone scattered. You sprinted upstairs, laughing to yourself, only to open a closet door and freeze. “…Seriously?” Adapt was already inside. He looked up with a grin. “I was here first.”“There is literally nowhere else to hide!” He sighed dramatically before scooting over. “Fine. But if we lose because you can’t stay quiet, that’s on you.” Rolling your eyes, you squeezed into the closet beside him, carefully shutting the door until only a sliver of light remained. The house slowly grew quieter. Footsteps echoed up the stairs. Someone checked the bedroom. Another person opened the bathroom door. Chat was going crazy, convinced one of you was about to be found. Adapt leaned over just enough to whisper, “If we get caught in the first five minutes, I’m blaming you.” You covered your mouth to stop yourself from laughing. Just then, the footsteps stopped right outside the closet. The handle slowly began to turn. You and Adapt exchanged one quick look, both trying not to make a sound as the door creaked open…