Comedic Mastermind

Chapter 12: Fortune or Misfortune?

(Cherries'/Cherry's POV)

I stare at Cheesy as he and Microphone descend into the darkness. I look over at my twin and Trophy. "So... Why didn't we help?" my twin asks. Trophy scoffs. "Well, we should've but we couldn't! Did you not pay attention?!" he asks angrily. My twin scoffs. "I paid attention! It was just so terrifying at the moment that I couldn't comprehend it! Plus, you didn't even need to add that last sentence," my twin yells. "Oh yeah? Tell me then. What were you thinking?" Trophy fights back. "You probably didn't even care..." Trophy mumbles to himself. "What did you even say? Ugh. Whatever. What do you mean by 'what were you thinking?!' You know what? I wish you got shot," my twin replies sternly. That's a little too feisty... "EXCUSE ME?!" Trophy yells. "You're excused," my twin responds. Trophy just stares at him for a moment. Then, my twin starts yelling obscenities at Trophy. Obviously, Trophy fights back.

A back and forth argument ensues. Then, they start talking over each other. How do I even stop them? Welp. Here goes nothing. "GUYS!!!" I yell. They seem to not hear me... Or they're ignoring me. "GUYS?!" I yell again. This has to be intentional unless they're off in their own world where they are the only two to exist. "GUYS!! WE HAVE TO SAVE MIC! ALL OF THIS USELESS BICKERING WILL LEAD TO NOTHING. SHUT UP. TALK ABOUT THIS LATER. MIC IS IN DANGER!!" I scream. They suddenly stop to look at me.

Being in the center of the crowd doesn't feel good. Even if there are only two in the crowd. "You're right! Yeah. Time to return the favour! Though I should still do it even if she didn't help me... But still!" Trophy replies, determined. "Yeah!!" I reply, trying to motivate him even more. My twin is just crossing his arms and looking away. "Hey! Do you agree?" I look over at my twin. He doesn't bother to look at me. "Heyy??" I ask. "Hey. Don't you think holding up 80% of the stem is tiring for you?" he asks. That's the most off-topic thing I've ever heard in my entire time of existence. I mean, it is a pain to hold it up, yeah. But uh, I won't just cut the stem off! One day, it might come useful! So that's what I say. "Well, yeah... But I still have to hold onto it! It's important. It reminds me of when we wer-" "Yeah, yeah. When we were still conjoined. Hey. Do me a favour, alright?" he asks and I nod. "Never mention that EVER again," he says sternly. 

What's up with him..? I mean... Our minds were connected to... Okay, I'm not gonna mention it. Even if he doesn't hear it, twin telepathy is a thing. I motion at Trophy to come over to me. He seems to understand so he walks over to me. "It's really different when Mic isn't around," I whisper to him. He nods but looks away. He probably has something on his mind. It's not my business to pry in, though. I put my hand up. "Okay! Let's make up a plan, everyone! To find Mic... Uh... Anyone got any ideas?" I ask. Trophy raises a hand. So respectful! "Trophy?" I call. "Is Cheesy stupid enough to go back into the room he tortured me in?" he asks. "Actually... Good point!" I reply, giving him a little applause. He smiles but immediately goes back to that neutral face. "Hey, Trophy? Wanna be the leader again?" I say as motion in front of me. "Gladly," he replies. I run to my twin and grab his hand. I then grab onto Trophy's hand, which he clenches tightly.

We walk down the dark corridor. "Sooo... What are the hints to finding the room again?" I ask. "Blood trail," he replies. I nod slightly and look away. My twin looking grumpy as ever. We turn left and walk forward a bit more. Suddenly, I heard this gasp come from Trophy. He let go of my hand and I immediately shot a glance at Trophy to see what was in front of him. There's no blood trail, but there's a room! Cheesy must've cleaned up the blood. What if it's a trap? Before I can tell Trophy my thoughts, Trophy sprints into the room. I drag my twin slowly into the room to follow him in. Then came this long sigh from Trophy. "He's not in here. But hey! There are loads of tools here!" Trophy exclaims. "Tools? What kind?" my twin asks. "Wouldn't you like to know," Trophy responds while rolling his eyes. "You obviously know what I'm thinking of," my twin replies. I let go of my twin and walk into the room. I didn't even notice this before. There are a ton of tools here, and it's really bright too! I had the time to acknowledge this but didn't.

There are chainsaws, buckets filled with green liquid, tons of mechanical weapons, lots of broken shards of glass, tons of sharp objects, and among those sharp objects is a bloody knife. I think a bit. Hmm... I connect the dots. I was curious about all three things. The bloody knife, Trophy being tortured in this room, and the huge cut on Trophy's arm... Oh, wait... Okay... I think get it. Best not to ask though.

Ah. I was lost in thought there. Trophy is scavenging through the items, while my twin is tugging at my arm. "What?" I ask. "Look behind you," my twin responds.