Stranded

If I Was Cut, Would I Bleed?-Act 2

~Taco POV~

Teardrop is unresponsive, and i've been trying to talk to her. In truth, I've been trying to keep my mind off things. The looming fears had struck everyone in different ways. Flower was dead. A byproduct of Tennis Ball's party, but we can't blame him for that. If Book could say something now, I wonder what. It does make me think though... why was the blood all over the Towel Return yellow?

What do the several indents on the island mean? Are people going to continue to die until all hope is lost? Pencil is already seeming to crack, will it get worse? I wonder...

"Teardrop, please respond to me. I just want to help." I reach my hand out to comfort her, but she's still motionless, "If you won't respond... I guess that's okay."

I hear the makeshift tornado sirens, meeting time. They whirr and crackle in ambience, and I sigh. Teardrop's room is simple, and almost looks like a solitary confinement chamber. Bright sky blue paints the concrete walls. I begin to walk out before I slip, and my knee scrapes against the floor.

"Agghh." I seethe, before I push myself up, and take a sharp inhale, sucking the air through my teeth.

"Shiih!" I pull my leg up, its sore, but not damaged. Phew, okay. Teardrop looks up, and offers her hand to help pull me up. Instinctively I push myself up without her help.

"That's alright. Come on, let's get to the meeting." She stands up, and we walk out together. One can only imagine what others are doing.

~Pencil POV~

My heart is hammering out of my chest, and im short of breath. My skin is melting, and everything hurts.

"prncial. Ots meetknfs time." I hear a harsh grumble echo, and I have no clue what they mean. I look around for assistance, but i'm trapped in my own mind.

"GET UP!!! Yur watdung our tienm!" I don't even know who's talking, but I slowly follow the masculine voice.

"What's going on?" I ask, but my words are drowned out by the painful ringing. I feel cold plastic, the snack bar's circle tables match the description.

Snap!

Suddenly my vision clicks to normal.

"I'm hosting the meeting, so you may sit in the crowd." Golfball motions down, and I sit cautiously next to Bubble, who shys away from me for some reason. I don't know what I said while I was absent... but it couldn't have been good.

"We have bad news. Ever since Flower's departure we have lost sight of hope." Golfball sets the next notecard up on the blackboard, "We have nobody who can fly, and me and Tennis Ball have no materials to make such an object."

"However, there are still areas of this place to explore. While I help Pencil I will plan out a party of five to search for info." Golfball looked out towards the crowd, "How about... Needle, Pin, Coiny, Loser, and Firey." She counts a group from the crowd. I go back In my mind to the first words. While I help Pencil. Help me? What do I need help with?

"Great! Let's gather up at high noon!" Coiny looked towards Pin who was quietly staring to the floor, a subtle smile cracked on her mouth. The five gathered to each other. I'm still confused as to what Golfball means, but I'm practically dragged away by her as the meeting abruptly ends.

"Pencil, I have a theory about your peculiar actions." Golfball pulls me away, and I resist freaking out. Golfball is a weirdo.

"Flower acted similar, aside from the rude comments." Golfball led me into the elevator and pushed the 2nd floor button, "Which means you could be the next to die. And if these events are to be connected, we must keep a close eye on you." She and I walk to a particular person's room. Teardrop.

"Enter this room. Teardrop will watch you, and keep control of your actions." Golfball handed me a large remote, "Press this if you're in danger. It will send an alert to everyone's Double Devices." She pulled out her 3DS device and pressed the button.

"WARNING! PENCIL IS IN DANGER!"

It buzzed and beeped. And she pushed a button on the back to quickly cancel the request.

"Don't push that part if you're in danger." Golfball looked at it and realized the error, "I should probably rip out the button for that. You'd only press it in serious situations." She pulled out the rubber button and put it in her pocket.

"There." Then she sent me into the room. Teardrop sat there, almost mournfully. All I could do was freeze, and look for a chair. Once I sat down I tried to remain calm. I wasn't the next to die. No way, no how. With bozo brain's remote I should be- Remote. Nope. Nows not the time to think of the others.

I sat silently. I don't know what's gotten into me. Im so scared. Everyones been treating me like a rabid animal. I don't know if they're justified. Its warping... my view is warping. What is... what what what... My world is almost black and white. As if i'm going blind, my... my... my... head. Its its its its

Why why why why

help help help help

help help help help

helaop helooop helaop

heakip heaiop

Help me...

~Loser's Perspective~

"Let's do this!" Coiny raises his hand into the air. Everyone looks around, almost hyped up. Loser looks to Pin, who is struggling to keep up the energy. He takes note, and when everyone has emptied out into his room, he walks up to her, as she studies a crack in the wall.

"Hey there Pin?" He places his hand on the wall, and leans against it. Her breath is sharp, rapid even, and the ice cold stare of Loser is getting to her, so she curls up.

"I saw that you weren't having a good time during our first meeting." He leans over, and relaxes against the freshly painted wall. The floors feel cottony, and soft. Loser's room is so inviting, but it reeks of white vinegar. Its so pungent, and Pin can't stand it.

"Yeah well, Im still processing the horrors of this place. Im glad to help out though." Pin gave a weak thumbs up, and sighed. She turned back and traced the wall's crack.

"It's just... what if I'm next?" She closed her eyes for a breather, and inhaled through her nose. Ick, right, the vinegar.

"You won't be. I promise." He gave her a hand to shake on it, and to pull her up. She took it and was brought back. She looked at the group around her. Closest friends, closer friends, she looked to Coiny, who was laughing at a joke Firey had made.

"We should have a slapping contest, then I'd win!" Coiny bragged, and Needle gave him the stink eye.

"Oh really?" She rose her eyebrow, and Coiny cringed in realization.

"You promise?" Pin looked towards Loser, who was smiling.

"With my whole being."

~Needle POV~

"Who do you think you are?"

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