Friendly Monsters

Monster

"Wh-Test Tube?" Taco blurted out in shock. This grabbed the supposed Test Tube's attention, as she went quiet once again, staring at Taco.

The liquid inside her was purple and bubbling, and she was breathing heavily. She was clearly not happy about something.

Mic, still underneath Test Tube, used this opportunity to push Test Tube off of her.

Test Tube snarled, instantly readying her claws, pulled out of her dazed state by the sudden shove. Then, she lunged at Mic once again.

This time, however, Mic was prepared, and grabbed Test Tube's arms, then wrapping her in a bear hug to hold her arms down. Test Tube kept trying to wriggled around and escape Mic's strong grip, but Mic seemed to be holding pretty steady.

    "What do we do?!" Mic shouted to Taco, still holding Test Tube down.

    "Uh-uh, I don't know!" Taco responded, just standing off to the side watching Mic and Test Tube "fight."

    "Uh, hey, could you maybe stop?" Mic tried, not having any better ideas.

    Surprisingly, Test Tube stopped wriggling. She slowly shuffled her arms, trying to signify she wasn't trying to be threatening anymore, and used her claws to pull Mic's paws off of herself.

    Mic and Taco just watched her slowly move, shocked she had enough self control in her state to stop fighting. Her liquid was still bubbling, though.

    Then, Test Tube roared, spread her retractable wings out, and started flying away at a rapid speed.

    Mic continued staring for a hot second, then realized Test Tube was just getting away.

    "We got follow her!" Mic yelled while picking up Taco, and sprinting in the direction Test Tube went.

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    Fan and Paintbrush had just reached the vending machine. It was nearing morning at this point, and Paintbrush was not happy, quite the opposite actually.

    Fan, on the other hand, was quite jumpy, quickly typing in the wonky code at a rather fast speed.

    Then, as expected, the tube came and sucked them in, sending them down the slide, and back out into the underground lab.

    "Oof!" Paintbrush and Fan said at basically the same time. Their daze didn't last long though, as an earsplitting roar could be heard from somewhere in the many twists and turns.

"What the. . .?" Paintbrush muttered under their breath, looking up towards the many hallways and rooms in front of them.

Fan quickly stood up, "Test Tube must be in trouble! C'mon! We have to go help her!" He shouted impatiently, helping Paintbrush onto their feet.

Suddenly, in one of the hallways, something - or someone - seemingly purple zipped by at a rapid speed, followed by another blur of black.

"Wh-? After them!!" Fan once again yelled, grabbing Paintbrush's arm and dashing towards the 2 giant figures he had just seen.

"Uh, no!" Paintbrush said, actually stopping them both.

"What do you mean, no?!" Fan inquired, "Test Tube must be in trouble!"

"I mean," Paintbrush begun, "That if we follow them, we'll just put ourselves in trouble. We are definitely not strong enough to handle those giant . . . creatures?"

"You're right . . ." Fan looked to the ground in disappointment, "We need a plan!!" He suddenly shouted, angering Paintbrush yet again.

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"Was that Fan and Paintbrush?" Taco asked, holding onto Mic as she ran after Test Tube.

"Doesn't matter!" Mic pointed towards the end of the hallway rapidly approaching, "We've almost got her cornered!"

Taco looked upwards towards where Test Tube was flying. "How are we even going to catch her? She's all the way up there," Taco questioned.

Mic hummed in thought. "Well, she's not that high up, I'm going to try to jump," she finally responded.

At that moment, Test Tube stopped mid air, unable to continue going forward. She turned around to face the two on the ground, letting out a snarl of anger.

    "What do I do now?!?" Mic whispered loudly to Taco.

    "I dunno, knock her out or something?" Taco responded blatantly.

    "What?!" Mic questioned, "There's no way I'm going to do that!"

"Fine, fine. Hmm. . ." Taco hummed in thought.

Suddenly, her face brightened up and she snapped her fingers, "How about you say her name? Last time we said it she froze. Maybe we can, like, get her to remember something?"

    "Perfect!" Mic agreed, turning the purple monster in the air. "Uh, hey! Test Tube!" She yelled.

Test Tube stopped glaring and gave the two a quizzical look.

Mic smiled; this was working! But what now?

    "Ummm . . . Do you . . . Remember your good ol' pal Microphone?" She continued.

    That did not seem to make the Test Tube creature happy. She snarled and stepped closer intimidatingly.

    "Wait stop!" Mic stuck her paws out. Test Tube did not stop. She kept angrily strutting towards Mic.

    Until . . . "What the heck!?" Surprise. Another guest joined the party.

    "The hell?" Two guests actually.

    Mic and Taco turned around at the sound of new voices. And, to their very not sarcastic surprise, it was none other than Fan and Paintbrush.