Superiority - An II AU fic

+ Chapter 3 [ The Rebellion / Spywork ]

Authors Note. : Hi! Sorry for the short break and lack of updates, school is almost over and I'll finally be pumping out chapters again. I love you all, and thanks for the continuous support!

INFO-NOTE :

'[text]' - thoughts
"[text]" - dialogue
[text] - Tacos Cut-Ins

Now onto your story ... :

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After Taco and Microphones discussion, the group of new people decided to flock to the streets, splitting up into small groups, leaving Mic by herself to think.

'Is this what was right for me? Am I now just deducted to a spy because of my greed? Sure, the pay is great.. but my friends..! I can't do this to them, but I feel like if I quit I—'

Her mind was stopped by the sudden jog of an elbow.

"Hey, you okay?" the voice asked. Mic turned to see Knife, pulling something out of his bag. "You.. started crying. So here. Take this." he continued, smiling. A tissue was handed to Mic and as she wiped her tears she let out a slight sigh. "I'm just stressed, but thank you." Knife took her hand and started walking with her, leading her somewhere from the looks of it. "Will you just, join me here for a bit? You seem like a good fit." Knife assured. Mic nodded and seperated their hands to turn her gain up. A loud noise rang into her ears but suddenly a voice was heard.

Is this thing on? Hello? Mic. Can you hear me?
"Yeah.." she mumbled. Knife turned and gave her a confused look. "Sorry, sorry! I'm just.. talking to myself! Haha.." The footsteps started to part their silence and they continued forward. Making small comments here and there, the trip was short and sweet. Although it seemed.. unnessecary.. A small hut was found, just around the hill. A makeshift sign staggered between the path and the building.

The Rebellion.

"What an amazing name." Microphone sarcastically remarked. "Thanks, like you could do any better." Knife replied. They walked to the door and opened it to the faces of alot of people she hasn't known yet.

OJ, Pickle, Salt, Pepper, Test Tube, Fan, Baseball, and Nickel stared at the newcomer. The glares were threatening, but a slight welcoming ambience filled in as someone chimed in to the awkward silence.

"Who's this?" Salt asked. Microphone was shoved foward into the room as the door slammed behind them.

What's this all about? Gather me some intel, i'll be listening in.

Mic sighed and continued towards the others, holding a hand to her off button as she stuttered a sentence out. "Uhm. Hello! I'm.. Microphone. I don't know what this is.. but I'm willing to help in any way I can!" The others scoffed and turned away but OJ and Pickle kept their stare.

Really? You're such a suck-up. Stay on your objective or I'll-

The voice in her head was cut off. Mic couldn't do this, it was too stressful. But it was only her first day.. maybe she was over-reacting? She headed towards the first avalible seat and sat between OJ, Salt, and Pickle. OJ shifted his attention to Mic. "Hi! I'm OJ. You're Mic right?". Mic turned to OJ and opened her hand for a handshake, smiling lightly. "Yeah.. It's nice to meet you!" she greeted. OJ returned the shake and leaned back in his chair. Salt gave Mic a death-glare. Mic turned her gain back up hesitantly, while keeping eye contact with Salt.

Oh there you are! I was wondering why you cut me out. You'll be severely punished for this when you get back, but for now, keep close.

Mic gulped and left her hands on her lap. A ring of a bell was heard and the members perked up and turned to the center of the room, where a piece of paper layed flat and covered in scribbles of what seemed to be in pen. "So." Knife grunted, slamming his hand on the desk. "We need some more ideas on how to do this!"

What are they talking about? Listen in more.

Mic leaned forward and sat towards the front of the room. Knife looked around for answers until a raise of a hand was seen. "Yes.. Salt." he sighed. "I say we send OJ out, in really cool gear!! And we all take pictures while he takes it down!".

The rooms gaze went to Salt, and she giggled before leaning back in the armchair she was sat in. "It's a good idea, in my opinion." she finished. "Uhm.. if anyone knows, what are we TRYING to do exactly?" Mic questioned. Knife walked up to her and explained :

"We are going to try and tear down her office building, you know, that big scary one? Where you were kept in?? That one. We are trying to figure out how though." He walked away briskly and Mic felt a lump in her throat.

Oh really now, that's what they've been doing this whole time? Plotting against me? If they were really "true saviours" they would go and just do it. What a bunch of cowards. I'll let them have their little tea-parties. But they don't stand a chance against me. I think this is where you take your leave dear Microphone. I've heard enough.

Mic sighed and lept up from the couch. She headed for the door and Knife blocked it, looking at her like she commited a crime. "Swear, on your LIFE. That you won't tell anybody about this. If I hear you do, you're FUCKING dead. Got it?" he threatened. Mic left out a short gasp and pushed Knife out of the way. "How could I tell anyone? Nobody talks to me anyway." she said, holding in tears. She walked out the door and slammed it. Knife felt a slight strain in his throat, he felt bad. He didn't mean to threaten her, but he can't let anyone see their plans.

Microphone walked the street, it was windy and dull. She felt cold, a freezing breeze on her shoulders. She headed towards the office building and opened it's doors. Taking the elevator to Taco's office. That same, spine-chilling hallway lead to the door of the office, and Mic opened it hesitantly.

"Ah! Mic, you're here." Taco said, twisting herself out of her office chair. She walked up to Mic and hugged her. "You did a good job today, but.. you did cut me out. Your reasoning?" Taco questioned. Microphone sighed and shook her head, she had no reason. "Oh well, I hate to do this, but it's what needs to be done." Taco assured. She pulled out what seemed to be an electrifying device of sorts. "Look, I have faith in you, but I just need to get this through to you in the most.. shocking way possible."

Taco stifiled out a laugh before activating the device, waving it in her hand as the buzzing sound grew louder and louder. "This will only hurt a little bit." Taco giggled. A shock was inserted into Mics neck and she let out a ear-shattering scream. It felt like a million lightning bolts were striking at her neck, she was at the verge of tears. The pain was excrutiating. The device then slowly turned off and Taco threw it on her desk. "Did it help, my dear spy?" Taco asked, pushing Mic onto the office chair. Microphone felt dizzy, like she was about to pass out. "Y..yeah. It did.." Mic replied.

"Good, I expect the best from you, you know?"

"Yes ma'am."

And she fell asleep.