Stranded

Heartaches and Heartbreaks-Act 1 Finale

~Golfball POV~

Just like that, the party was finished. Flower was nowhere to be found, which put a pit in my stomach. But that's okay, we would find her soon, and Tennis Ball had helped me hang up decorations. All we needed now was Loser to come and stand on the makeshift table stage. People suddenly flooded in, however, it was exclusively TB's volunteers. Needle placed down a pizza and set a bowl of punch next to it. Then Loser walked in and climbed onto the stage with a microphone and paper in hand.

"Okay, can I try out my poems in front of you guys?" Loser shuffled in his place. Firey sat down next to the table.

"Yeah!" Firey gave an eccentric grin and thumbs up. He turned to Needle and patted the floor next to him. She walked over and sat down next to him.

"Alright." Loser put two of the papers on the floor and held one up in front of himself, "This one is called, Heartaches and Heartbreaks." Loser clears his throat.

"Water can pour down far from the sky.
As much as I do, and as hard as I try.
Drench me in cold, and leave me in fear.
I will never care, to leave you my dear.

Fire can touch me, and burn me away.
As much as I do, I will always find a way.
Painful and teary eyed, it will always find true.
I will never ever have not lost you.

Wind can pull me far, and take me in arm.
I miss you so much, I didn't mean harm.
Cold and alone, as much as I won't take.
But I've caused Heartaches and Heartbreak."

Loser finished the first poem, and left the four of us in awe. He pulled the poem down to reveal himself teary eyed. He wiped the tears away and bowed.

"Bravo! Bravo!" Firey stood up clapping, "Give us an encore!" He kept clapping until Loser picked up the second paper, in which case he sat down awaiting the stanzas.

Loser was definitely a strange choice, but a good one. I wonder if that poem was about something personal.

Huh.

~Flower POV~

Huh? Where am I?!

I feel around the room i'm in, but it's too dark.

I step around the room with my hands out. There's a strange buzzing sound echoing from the room i'm in.

"Hello?" My voice bounces about the room. I'm supposed to be helping Tennis Ball with the party. I'm supposed to be at the party!

"Anybody there?" I continue to walk around. The walls are claustrophobically close to me. And they're vibrating. I search for any hint of what's going on.

"Flower." Somebody is talking to me. Its got the audio quality of a cheap speaker. Whats going on?

"Can you hear me?" That voice is so familiar.

It can't be...

"I need to get to you!" That's... that's...

The box i'm in jostles around for a few seconds, and i'm flung all around. Bruise after bruise sprinkles my face. There's no mistaking who's speaking. That has to be...

"Flower! It's Leafy!"

~Bubble's Perspective~

Bubble walked into the party room. The strobing lights, the assorted chairs, Loser's somber poetry reading. This was the weirdest event she had ever been to, but it was also one of the coolest. She looked around, and before long she spotted Pencil and Match hanging around the pizza.

"Hoi goiys!" Bubble rushed over to the two of them. I avoided a few people, and she arrived quickly at the table.

"Oh, hey Bubble." Pencil waves towards her, and puts down the punch she's drinking. Match waves as well.

"So, like, Bubble. I was chatting with Pencil and she's like... wanting to exit the group. Isn't that ridiculous?" Match smirks and eats a bit of her pizza.

"That's not what I-"

Pencil is interrupted by a loud tapping coming from the mic. Bubble looked around, everyone was sitting by the stage. She looks to the two other alliance members and rushes to sit down.

Tennis Ball hurriedly steps on the stage and turns on the microphone. The speakers emitted a loudish feedback, and Bubble's ears rang.

"Uhmm. Hello everyone! Loser has volunteered for a poetry reading." Tennis Ball looks around, before looking towards a frenzied Loser, "Take it away Loser!" Tennis Ball hops off the stage and stands in the corner next to Golfball.

Loser steps up and takes the microphone out of the holster. He takes a deep breath and begins his poems. Starting with another one of his poems.

"This one is called 'Sandstone'."

~Flower POV~

I look around. The place i'm in is slightly lit. A turquoise glow reverberates around the room.

"Scratching and Peeling."

Somebody's talking...

"My worries away."

That's got to be Loser.

"Ruining and Stealing."

He's reciting a poem he wrote!

"Is al-"

He cut out! The silence is almost deafening. Where was that coming from? I stand up carefully. Walking around, using the dim and dank lighting as a guide. The room is mostly empty, aside from a chair. The walls are solid concrete. I don't know how I got here.

Or how I can ever escape.

But there's a chair, so I walk towards it. Its reddish brown. And gives me the strangest feeling. What does that mean...?

~Teardrop's POV~

I'm waiting outside. I'm not one for poetry, or for parties. But there is one thing I do hear. A voice is chiming into my head.

I follow the sounds to find... the towel return. There's somebody in there. I rumble the handle firmly. Its loose. If I can twist hard enough.

I slowly pull it open, and to my terror. Another horrifying sight.

That's exactly what we had been fearing this whole time.

My head hurts. I want to puke.

Blood flows slowly out of the Towel Return.

I clutch my head in frustration.

There, right in front of me.

Is Flower.

-1000 Words! Also, wanted to say thanks for 140 reads! Hopefully saying that will age poorly! I totally appreciate it! Also, the poems were finished in under a day, so sorry if they stink."