Comedic Mastermind

Chapter 16: Notes

(Cheesy's POV)

Paper lets go of my hand. "And... we're here!" he exclaims. I look around the place. There are ribbons, presents, a huge sign, and balloons! I mean... not the Balloon balloon, but like... non-anthropomorphic Balloon, ya know? Oh, and there is lots of food too! Tables in my favourite colour... Wait. What's my favourite colour again? Uh... Whatever.

COUGH COUGH. Anyway, I snap back into reality. Paper smiles at me worriedly. "Did you hear them?" he asks me. I look at him with a confuzzled look. "Hear who?" I question. "Oh," Paper murmurs. He looks to the left of us and snaps his fingers. I hear soft whispers and then... "Surprise!!" I see a bunch of former contestants emerge from behind the table. "A-Ah!!" I stumble back. Paper chuckles and smiles at me. "We're glad to have you back," Paper grabs my hand. I smile. I don't deserve this. No, really. I don't. After what I've done, I DO NOT deserve this. Seriously.

"Cheesy... Hello?" Paper pinches me a bit. I look at him dead in the eye. He lets go of my hand and says, "Hey. How about we enjoy our time at this celebration? I mean... look at all those who participated! Aren't you happy?" I look at my hands for a moment. I... I am happy... but this celebration should be for Mic! Cherries! And... even Trophy! All three of them... or four... deserve this party! Not me. I mean, not that I regret anything, hah. It's just I know I don't deserve it. I can't be that happy. Knowing many care about me and think that I'm innocent, it's... strange.

"Cheesy... Please. Let's enjoy this, alright? Unless... You can go to your room if you want," Paper gives me a reassuring smile. I stand up. "Thanks, Paper! You're the best!" I smile. If I did this and don't want to get caught, I have to keep up with the act. The burden of never forgetting. *Sigh*

I walk back to my room. My empty room. No one is in there. I decided to scavenge the room. I look in the drawers, under the mat, in the lamp, under the pillows and bed sheets... Nothing. I look at an obvious spot on the floor. There is a small folded-up note with a clipboard near it. I unfold it. It reads:

"Suspect/Survivor Interview       |       Suspect/Survivor name: Cheesy

Questions:

During your disappearance, what happened? (Him, Mic, Cherries, and Trophy were severely injured (More detail on next question)).

Do you know what happened with the others who were/are missing? ('Were' for if the other missing object(s) don't answer the question about themself/ves). (They were stuck in the cave with him. Mic got splashed with water and a bucket fell on her head, the Cherries were split apart by a sharp and flat metal object, and Trophy lost his left eye from a huge hammer).

Do you know how your captor looks? If so, describe. (Cheesy said it before we could ask. He said that he didn't even see or hear the captor).

D̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶w̶h̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶c̶a̶p̶t̶o̶r̶ ̶i̶s̶?̶ ̶I̶f̶ ̶s̶o̶,̶ ̶w̶h̶o̶?̶

What is the cause of your injuries? (If they have any). (A sharp and flat metal object comes swooping down and takes 'like 45% of his cheese'. Luckily, the cheese has regenerated).

Did someone come to save you? If so, who did? (This was not asked but it was answered. Fan and Soap came to save him and the others. Fan and Soap lifted Cheesy up first and got him out of the cave. After that, the cave collapsed onto them, leaving Cheesy to run to Hotel OJ)."

And then a bunch of scribbled-out words. I look at the crumpled up sticky note on the side.

"I think I know who it is."

Wait... There's no way this could have gotten here by coincidence. I guess I'll just hand it back to Paper.

I walk back to the canteen and and try to find Paper.

"Oh, Cheesy! You're out again?" Paper questions me. "Well... I found the interrogation note in my room," I answer. Paper takes the note from my hand. "Oh... this?" Paper chuckles. "I just put that there if you wanted to make any changes. Sorry I didn't get to tell you before. I just had a lot in my mind at the time so... heh. Oh, and... it seems like I forgot the pen... Oops..." "Heheh... Uh, that's okay," I smile awkwardly. I don't think anyone does that..? "What's the sticky note for, though?" "Ohh, I had an idea on who it was. Then I was like, 'Pfffftt, no way could it be him!' and I crumpled the paper up," he replies. "Ohh, okay! Know that I wouldn't want to make any changes as you wrote everything correctly," I reassure him. He gives a sigh of relief and smiles. "Welp, thanks for telling me," he pats my back. "Yeah... You're most welcome!" I smile. Paper sighs. "I'm gonna take a rest now. It's getting late," Paper says. "You should head to bed too." I nod. "Alrighty then! Goodnight, Paper!" I happily skip off to my room. He nods and walks back to OJ's office... thingy... I think. Why would he go there..? Pff, not mine to pry in.

I walk to my room and lay there in my bed. Whew. That was a long day. I have to sleep now. I hope everything stays the same as now.