Comedic Mastermind

Chapter 11: On the Other Line

(Fan's POV)

Aw shucks. It cut off. Wait, where's Mic? She's not on the phone anymore? Oh gosh. I need to go get help for her and the others! I feel a little sleepy though. My eyes are closing a bit. I mean, it is 5 AM. I need to take a quick nap. But I will help Microphone and the others! I just hope they can hold back a bit. My eyes slowly force themselves shut.

I wake up. That was the weirdest dream I've ever had. Why was Trophy hanging upside down on the ceiling? And Mic was singing or something. Then Cherries was flying with wings, and Cheesy was eating cheese?! Yeah. That was bizarre. I try to clear my vision. The windows let in a bright ray of sunlight. Refreshing! I check my phone. It's 5 PM. Wow. Pretty late. I put my phone down.

After I do my daily routine, I'm off to!- Wait... I have to talk to O... Uh, who are Mic's friends? I can't just cherry-pick random peeps. I'm pretty sure she's Soap's friend. She's my first target then! Wait, so Trophy and Cherries are there too. I'm sure all three of them get along with Soap, at least sometimes. Soap is perfect for this. Knife... errr... Knife and Trophy aren't the best duo. I'll cross him off. Oooh! Maybe Cheesy? Ignore the whole Trophy thing. I mean... he's been absent for a while now. I hope I can meet up with him to help Mic and the others. I'm not sure who else to bring. I guess I'll just have to cherry-pick now.

I walk over to the wheel I have and write all the names of the eliminated contestants. Well, that of what I can remember. This isn't really cherry-picking but I still need to act fast. I need at least 2 or 3 others. I spin the wheel. The noise of the wheel clicking gives me nostalgia. Aha, anyway... I got... Marshmaaaalllloowwww!.....?.. Oh. Okay. I spin the wheel again, but suddenly, I hear a knock at the door. OJ just barges in. Was I talking aloud then? Huh.

"FAN!!" He yells. "UrghHHR- HUH?! Fan, what in the world are you doing?!" I'm just there, standing in front of my wheel. A bunch of names on the wheel. It probably looked like a 'sacrifice before ritual' kind of thing. "Hey, OJ..!" I reply nervously. "Uhh. Hi? Anyway, I've come here to ask you about the missing objects. Uh. Mic, Cherries, *cough* Trophy, and uhh, Cheesy. Do you have any information?" he asks. Now's my time to shine! "Yes! Mic just called me at 5 in the morning... Uh... When I was about to ask her where she was, the line cut off," I say. "Huh. So let's make a search party, eh?" he asks. I stay silent for a minute. "Come on! I don't have all day," he says impatiently. "Uh... Yeah! Sure! But make sure to take Soap along," I reply. "I can see why. Anyway, you're coming too," OJ responds. "Let's have a small talk."

I follow OJ to a room I've never seen before. It's probably for discussion. "I'm gonna go grab Soap, alright? And maybe uhh, Paper. Yeah," OJ says as he bolts out of the room. I guess I'll just have to wait. 

I wonder why it had to be me she called though. Why not anyone else? Pfft, whatever. I'll help her anyway.