Comedic Mastermind

Chapter 10: Disconnected

(Microphone's POV)

I watch Cheesy leave the room, smiling. That psycho... I... I never thought he'd do such thing. Even to an enemy. He's normally this funny guy... You know. I... I need to focus on what's happening in front of me. Seems like Cherries already grabbed the medic kit. Wait... What happened to Cherries?! Or... Cherry and the other Cherry. I mean, both of them seem okay mentally, so I guess I'll ask about it later.

I grab the medic kit from the Cherries and walk over to Trophy. The Cherries seem to let me lead. I quickly rip off the duct tape from Trophy's mouth and right hand. He stares at me. "I'll aid myself," he says. I stare at him. "You have one arm and one hand available. You know that, right?" I respond. He looks back down. "Right. You know what? Just... Yeah. Help me. Thanks," Trophy replies. I smile and clean up his wound. One Cherry stares at me, and the other checks his surroundings. I look back at Cherry. He immediately looks away. After cleaning up Trophy's wound, I bandaged it. It looks really damaged. I'm no doctor, but I know this needs stitches. Everyone knows that an injury like this should get stitches anyway. I know I can't do a procedure like that, but I can't risk it. I'm sure I don't have the tools for it either. 

"So, Mic..." the Cherry starts. "What happened to you?" I turn my gaze to look at him. "I should be the one asking you and Trophy that," I respond. There's a sudden silence. "My symptoms are not that bad. You're literally disfigured! And so is Trophy! You both are missing a part of you," I say. "Just explain it to Cherr...ies..." Trophy mutters out. I sigh. "I wasn't looking where I was going and stepped on a button. It clicked. A bucket full of water comes splashing down on me and the bucket hits my head," I reply. "Oh, I see," Cherry says. I lock eyes with him. "Now explain why you two are separated and the side of your head is gone." One Cherry looks down and the other one sobs. "Well, I stepped on a button as well. A sharp and flat metal object comes flying down and separates the both of us," he explains. "If it was a flat object, why is the cut jagged?" Trophy asks. "Oh. Well, I never thought about that... I mean, I saw the object and it was as straight as a line! No jagged edges. So... Yeah. I'm not sure," Cherry replies. "Uh, anyway," Cherry continues. "I was sliced in the head by the same object. So, yeah... I guess that's it." All of us stare at the ground. "Trophy?" I ask. "Just like the both of you, I stepped on a button. It clicked. I saw a huge hammer hit my left eye. Of course, now my eye is gone," Trophy replies. "I'm sorry for all of you..." I say, sympathetically. 

A few seconds of silence ensued but still lots of sobbing in the background. I get up to comfort Cherry. Trophy stands up unsteadily and walks over to us. He then sits back in the corner. All of this is pointless if we don't find an exit. Going as individuals was a bad idea. Wait... I have an idea! I run over to Trophy, grab his hand, and grab the other two's hands. I drag them out of the room and start running to our right. Trophy stares at me, confused, but I can see the obliging look on his face. I look over at the Cherries and they seem to act the same way. After a distance of running, I drop them and sit back down. Breathing heavily. I point at the destination. They follow my finger and look over in the direction I was pointing at. It's a telephone! They quickly run to the telephone as I walk over, panting.

"So who's grabbing the phone?" I ask. "This is a cave. I don't think there is going to be any cell reception," Trophy replies. He's doubting it, isn't he? "Why would a telephone be here in the first place then?" Cherry asks. "You're right... I guess it doesn't hurt to try. Hey, Mic. To redeem yourself for the Charades thing, wanna try calling someone?" Trophy asks. Why is he still thinking about the Charades game? He's right, though. I just need to think of a phone number to call. Trophy looks at me in anticipation, and the Cherries look at me excitedly. I feel pressured like this. I can't think of a phone number. Oh, wait..! I think remember a phone number from someone, though. It was displayed somewhere. I just can't remember who's. They're at OJ's Hotel too. That's all I remember, though. I dial in the number, enter it, and quickly grab the phone.

The phone rings. Everyone looks at the phone in more hope. I feel shaky. "Hello?" someone answers on the other side. One Cherry screams in happiness but is quickly shushed by the other Cherry. I smile happily and cheer on the inside. "Hello! Uh... I called a number I remember, and my friends... and I need help! Whoever you are, could you call for help?" I ask. "Oh. Who are you?" the object on the other line asks. "I'm Microphone... And the two with me are Trophy and Cherr-... Cherries," I respond. "Oh! It's me, Fan! I can grab some help for you," he replies back, happily.  "Yes. That would be wonderful! Thank you!" I say. "Where are y-" I hear the line disconnect. How though...? I slowly gaze up. 

Cheesy is standing there with scissors. "Oh no you don't!" he says. His grin getting wider each second. He walks over to me as I stumble back. Each step I take back, he takes forward. Trophy approaches Cheesy but is immediately held at gunpoint. The Cherries are the most vulnerable out of all of us, so they don't dare step forward. Am I going to die in front of them? Here? Right now?

"Oh. You guys are scared?" Cheesy chuckles. "Well of course we are, you sick fre-" Trophy replies, but is immediately interrupted by the gun clanking against his head. He instantly zips his mouth. I look down. "You weren't supposed to know, Mic," Cheesy says to me. I'm too afraid to speak. I wasn't supposed to know what? His misdeeds? "I'm sorry," he says. I look up surprisingly. "You're not actually sorry, are you," I reply back. "Follow me. I'll show you," he says before dragging me out. Show me what? What is he going to do to me...?