Taco would rush back into the bushes after peaking from the window, brushing off some dust and dirt off her arms. She would walk for a moment, then bump into Microphone. Mic tripped and fell on the grass, scratching her head. "OW- What the"
Mic stared awkwardly at Taco, with a nervous expression. Taco looked surprised, then angry. She started to step closer to Microphone, as Mic would stand up and start backing up.
"YOU! LIAR!", screamed Taco. "HEY!"
Taco became surprised again, looking at Mic with a growl. "What...do you want? , said Taco. Mic looked at her with a stern expression. "You're the liar, y'know?!"
Microphone crossed her arms and stared at Taco. Taco soon had a mischievous grin. "Well...I wouldn't be lying if I said I had this." She quickly pulled something out of the bushes, which slowly moved out. It was MePad's body. Mic looked concerned, putting her arms down. "WHAT?! Taco, did you like- KILL HIM..?" Taco looked even more offended. "NO! NO NO NO! YOU IMBECILE! He has just fainted."
Both of them looked at each other for a moment, with a concerned, annoyed, confused, something out-of-the-sort expression.
.....
MEPHONE4'S ROOM,,
MePhone's screen would turn blue again, slowly opening his tired eyes. His room was dark, and he would just lay on the ground with a confused and tired expression. "What-"
"..!!"
He quickly shut his mouth with his hands, as he looked shocked. His voice was more..glitchy. Whatever, he'll just stay silent for the day. MePhone got up, looking around his surroundings. He looked to his right, seeing a knife, and a rope on his ceiling. He felt..weird. Then, he felt sick. MePhone quickly got up, turned on his light, and left his room. He walked to the bathroom, eventually throwing up in the toilet.
(OH MY GOSH MEFON ARE YOU OKAY)
"AH-"
He stopped, flushing the toilet and wiping his mouth with toilet paper. He still looked sick and warm but brushed it off. MePhone walked in a..very odd pattern. He would walk past by Baseball and Suitcase. Both of them glanced at MePhone's odd walking. Eventually, Baseball would start to walk over to MePhone. "Hey- Uhh...MePhone..?"
MePhone stopped and turned behind Baseball. He just waved due to his weird voice change.
"You're walking..kinda..uhh.."
"Off."
MePhone looked scared, then sighed. He shrugged and continued to walk downstairs. As he reached the kitchen, he sat down on the table, putting his head down in exhaustion.
After a while, OJ would come downstairs, noticing MePhone. He didn't really expect MePhone to be down there but went up to him anyway. "Are you okay?" OJ spoke quietly. MePhone raised up his head at OJ, his eyes looking tired. He nodded silently, then put his head back down. OJ just stared at him and stood up awkwardly, fidgeting with his hands. "Do..you wanna see Test Tube..? Maybe she can give you some sort of medicine." MePhone looked at OJ again, then nodded his head. MePhone slowly started to get up, looking down with a miserable expression.
OJ held MePhone's hand, as he started to walk him outside, to Test Tube's lab.
Once both of them got there, Test Tube instantly noticed OJ and MePhone rush in. Test Tube glared at them, looking even more annoyed. She wore a white coat, crossing her arms. "So..what happened now? Is he gonna kill us?", OJ looked worried, while mePhone looked scared. "Test Tube, MePhone's sick. We need a cure." Test Tube looked even more pissed off. "Cure?! CURE?!" Test Tube raised her voice, stepping closer to both of them. MePhone looked even more tired and he had some slight tears in his eyes. "YOU GEEBWEEZER! THAT BLUE THING..WAS THE CURE!!" Test Tube pointed at OJ. "Look, I'm sorry but-" OJ was then interrupted by MePhone.
He dropped on his knees on the ground, as he started to cough rapidly. OJ looked even more concerned, while Test Tube's mood changed entirely. "Okay, let me try to find something.* Test Tube would look near her shelves hurriedly.
Meanwhile, OJ would crouch down to MePhone's height, wrapping his arms around MePhone. "Are..you okay?" MePhone would continue coughing, bending down even further. "Yeah..yeah.."
"..Yeah."
MePhone would faint on OJ's shoulder. Not to where his screen was black, but he just closed his eyes and fainted on OJ.
Test Tube would hear the soft thud, looking at MePhone on OJ's shoulder. She sighed and eventually found another blue-colored liquid, except more teal. She walked up to OJ and handed him it in a more gentle bottle, like a plastic cup. "Look, this will keep him stable for a while. For now, you're gonna have to babysit him." OJ took the cup and looked inside of it. He nodded in confidence.
A few hours later, around 10:00 PM, OJ walked into MePhone's room. MePhone was already awake and up, sitting on his bed. He heard the sound of OJ walking in, looking up at him. OJ held the plastic cup from earlier. He walked closer to MePhone, handing him the cup. "MePhone, just drink it. It's for your good." MePhone looked suspicious but drank it anyway. It was bitter and tasted toxic, but MePhone was used to it. But then, MePhone's eyes widened. He remembered what happened with the knife. The rope. The dart. Everything. He looked scared and traumatized, as he started to get protective. MePhone stood up and backed away from OJ with a terrified expression.
"HEY! B- BACK OFF!"
OJ looked confused for a moment. Then realized that MePhone had just remembered what happened. "HEY! Watch it!" OJ shouted at MePhone, but not too loud. MePhone snarled and looked more defensive. Then, OJ said something;
"TWO MORE STRIKES AND IM TAKING YOU AWAY!"
MePhone looked surprised and stayed silent. OJ had tears falling down his face, as he looked at MePhone angrily. "GET OUT!" He pointed out the door, and then MePhone would exit. He looked really scared and petrified. He hid behind the wall for a few moments. He was scared, but then mad. He was angry.
Then, he was crying. He was crying in anger. MePhone grabbed a knife and started to head to head to Paper's room.
When he got there, he knocked on the door harshly. MePhone sniffed and wiped away his tears with an evil grin. Paper opened the door.
"Who is i-"
Paper looked concerned to see MePhone looking so..unstable. Whatever, it wasn't that big of a deal. "MePhone, are you..uhh..oka-" MePhone rushed into Paper's room, hiding the knife by his side. Paper followed behind him, closing the door. He turned off the lights, and turned to MePhone, "What are you doing here..? I thought-"
SLASH!
MePhone aimed and sliced the knife right in the center of Paper's body. His expression became shocked. The blood would drip softly from the revealed cords in his body. Paper fell on his knees, then his arms. MePhone watched every second of it, as Paper stared and MePhone weakly. "I-..Wha..."
Paper suddenly fell on the ground, as he slowly died. He stopped breathing, and closed his eyes. MePhone picked Paper up, and dragged him behind his back. He opened the door, and left for a new room.
Next thing you know it, MePhone was knocking on Suitcase's room. Instantly, Suitcase opened the door with a REALLLLYY scared expression. MePhone glared down at Suitcase, hiding his hands behind his back. "Hi..Do you- Uh- Need any..thing..?" MePhone's smiled widen. "Yes. I do." He stepped into Suitcase's room, like how he did to Paper. Suitcase followed behind him. Then, MePhone turned to Suitcase, pulling out Paper's corpse. She looked..petrified. "MEPHONE! What- WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
"It's okay, don't cry. I just need you to hide the corpse." Suitcase was then confused. "Where..am i gonna hide a DEAD CORPSE??" MePhone looked at Suitcase. Then, she realized. "Oh. But- I decline." MePhone's expression turned even more angry, as he stpped closer to Suitcase.
"Do it, or you're NEXT."
Suitcase gulped and nodded. MePhone opened Suitcase, stuffing Paper's body inside. He then sealed it, patting Suitcase on her head. "Good. Let's keep it this way, shall we?" She then nodded, with tears in her eyes. She really didn't want to do this. But,