Putz12 Plus One

THIRTY SIX | EYES DON'T LIE

One last alarm rang off. The room was suddenly blinking red and white. "Oh, fucking shell! I'm gonna have a seizure if this bullsquit keeps up! What is it now?!"

Automatic doors slid open and a hoard of Ordermembers intimidated the inkling, blocking any possible viewing point that would have existed in their absence.

"Squit! I, I surrender!" He got on the ground and kneeled, crying, sniffling. "My life's over anyway, just leave me alone." He felt the same fingers on his shoulder. "Thanks, fake Iza."

Footsteps grew louder and he saw boots face him. But those boots, he knew those boots. "Need a hand?"

No way. There was Pheobe with a long, black ponytail behind her ears. He stood up, open-mouthed and full of skepticism. He held out his hand to meet hers, and nodded slowly. "This is it, isn't it?"

There was a surge of urgency in the air. The catatonic cephalopods bantered amongst themselves on the other side of the daunting room. Pheobe's lips held the answer: "Putz, do you have the rainmaker?"

He looked around, his eyebrows lifting up in worry. He shouted for the 'squidiot zombie losers' to help him find it, but they had walked too far off. "Great!" He shouted, even angrier there was nothing to punch. "Even these morons don't want to be around me!" Again he curled up into a ball and was grunting.

"Putz, we're running out of time."

"I know!" He admitted. "That's what makes everything so... hopeless."

Pheobe paused before saying anything. All she could see was her sister when she closed her eyes.

"Did you see the announcement?"

"No?"

This for some reason brought energy into his chest, and he rose gravely.

"You look petrified. What was the announcement?" The alarms rang louder, and she could barely hear herself. "Come on! We're losing time and if we lose time we lose Iza!"

"Iza is co-leader of The Order, they brainwashed her already." Even the alarms couldn't block out Pheobe's terror. He continued, "They didn't bother cutting other her tentacle off, though. I--"

She tightened her fingers around his wrist, yanking him forward. The alarms were relentless, and it was clear it was urgent. "They must've gotten notice all of us left. I've got these Ordermembers on my side." She revealed the many octolings now on her side. Putz then turned around to see the one Ordermember who didn't leave him, and in fact she creepily stood behind him the entire time, enough for him to feel her breath. Her stinky, brainwashed breath. Pheobe noticed this, too. "We're not here to compare." She said. "What's important is you tried."

"Shut up!" He yelled, being pulled by Pheobe to leave. Yet his feet were glued. "NO!"

"Putz, we don't have time!"

"I know that!!" He shrieked, luckily his voice defied the laws of sound and was able to pierce through the alarm. "But I'm not leaving without this octard!"

"I feel like that's supposed to be not good." The member said.

"What?! Why! They're too slow, they're still brainwashed!" Soon sprinklers of dark ink leaked through the roof.

"This is fucking disgusting, You!" He freed himself from Pheobe's grasp and grabbed the member and ran. "Ok, now we're going. Come on!" 

Soon things began to blur. It was only a matter of time before Kleims, Gerald and Pokeness found them. Or worse, Iza. Brainwashed, innocent Iza. Their footsteps clattered against the ground until they made it out.