Comedic Mastermind

Chapter 9: Catastrophy

(Cheesy's POV)

I tie up Trophy the best I could and drag him along. It's satisfying. He leaves a blood trail, which will give hints to others. My objective. I toss him into the corner and walk over to the adjacent side. I grab the medic kit and bring it over to Trophy. I only wipe his wound with a disinfectant wipe and dry it off. I have no water so there's still dry blood. I don't need to make an effort for this catastrophe. I... I mean... catas-TROPHY! *Knee slap* Life without puns. *Sigh*

I sit down in the opposite corner and study Trophy. Just seeing him unconscious and bleeding makes me overjoyed. Honestly, I'm sure everyone would say he deserved it or saw it coming. 

Trophy jolted up, which startled me. I quickly stood up and towered over him, smiling.

"That big grin... Ugh. Cheesy Twerp. What are you doing?" Trophy asked. I smile even wider. "Hi, Trophy! It's such an unfortunate place you're in right now, hm?" Trophy looks down. "What are you doing..." he asks again. I walk over to the opposite corner, never taking my eyes off of him. I grab the necessities and walk back over to him. I then kneel down and forcefully grab his hands to untie him a bit. "What are you doing..?" he asks the same exact question again. I just ignore it. Reluctantly, I untie his hands. I grab his right hand and step on the other. He whimpers a bit but just deals with it. I think it's that huge cut on his hand. Whoa. How in the world did he get that? Not even I know and I've been stalking him! Sorta...

I grab the duct tape beside him and tape it over his mouth. I should've done that before. He didn't try fighting back. That's a relief. I also duct taped his right arm to the ground. He just stares at me. I grab the knife beside him. He finally starts resisting. That's what I like to see. I stab him in the left shoulder and start slicing down slowly. I can see tears welling up in his eyes. He's obviously trying to hold in his tears. Why can't anyone show emotion now? Just let it out. I wish I could say that, but not in a comforting way. I want to see him suffer.

I hear footsteps nearby and I pull the knife out of Trophy. Then, I see Mic barging in. She looked to be in terrible condition. She's twitching with sparks forming around her, she's trembling, and she looks like she was gonna pass out at any second. We both make eye contact. As soon as she looked at me, all of her symptoms stopped at once. I look back at Trophy. He had already let his emotions out. Just sobbing uncontrollably. Blood splattered everywhere. I wanted somebody to find out, but not Mic... She was my only trustworthy friend in this situation. I just lost all her trust at once.

"Cheesy..?" Mic sounds terrified. I look down. "Hey, Mic," I somehow mutter out. She looks at Trophy and his horrible condition. "Cheesy, what did you do..?" she asked. I could hear the terror in her voice. I don't want her to be afraid of me. She's my friend..! She's not supposed to see this... There's muffled screaming coming from Trophy. He then looks at me, miffed. I drop the knife. Was there anything I could do at this point? My reputation is ruined. Everything around me is a blur... I look up again. I see Cherries look inside the room and I stumble back. This is 2 against 1. Maybe 3... But not right now! What are we going to do now? Are they going to kill me? How did both of them find us here if their tunnel is completely far off? Ugh. Questions for later. I stand up, pick up Trophy, and untie him. Mic and Cherries watch me as I do so. After Trophy is untied, he stumbles back onto the ground. "Good luck with aiding yourselves," I say as I left the room. They all watch me leave and don't do a single thing.

Bloody footprints, the blood trail, and Trophy's missing piece. I see all of it. It's all my fault. I feel no regret. This is all coming into play. My acting is on point! Just smile.