The Parasitic (Inanimate Insanity)

Prologue

These ships are included:
Soapmic
Knickle
Fantube
Comedy gold
Lightbrush
Payjay
Bomb x OJ

Warnings:
-Swearing
-Depictions of gore/blood
-Depictions of murder
-Cheating (in relationships)
-If more are added, they will be listed in the chapter before.

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It wasn't over yet. It would never truly be, would it? He couldn't pretend that this wasn't it, afterall he wasn't the only one dead. Far from it.  He groaned upsettedly, looking ahead through the small screen, the only view they all still had. "When will he revive us?!" He yelled out, hitting his face with his hand. "It's been months!"

A small murmur of sorrow spread throughout everyone there. "No one ever told you, did they?" The second one spoke up, he had pieces torn off of him.
"Told me what?" The first one turned to him with confusion. "He was taken away by the parasitic, he can't revive us. And for fucks sake, why did nobody tell him?" The second one raged.

"I.. none of us really have an excuse other then we didn't want him to get mad." One of them admitted
"Thats not a good excuse. He would've gotten even more mad if no one ever t-" The second one was cut off. "I can speak for myself. Thanks. But yeah, you should've told me!" He once again yelled.

"Wait! Stop arguing and look at the screen!" One of them yelled. Her voice echoed in the small room.
"Huh?" The majority of them obliged, staring at the screen. They were in the view of the parasitic. The parasitic was waking up from bed in the hotel.

The parasitic walked as though they had no control of themselves. Robotic movements was the only way to explain it. Possibly because they'd just woken up? The parasitics vision was always quite blurry when they woke up. Well, everyones was.

I heard a scoff of annoyance and a couple of mutters as the parasitic walked into the kitchen. Such as. 'What'll they do THIS time?' Or, 'Why do we have to watch our friends die? This is so stupid!'

Well, the parasitic turned on the oven. Probably the highest setting from what it seemed. It was strange how big Hotel OJ's oven was, in all honesty.

They made their way back to the hotel rooms, and they stopped at one. They walked in with no words, rushing to grab the object laying on the bed. "Huh?.. 'ats going on?-"

The parasitic then rushed down back to the oven with the delirious and probably still half-asleep object. They entered the kitchen, still silent. They set the object down, but still held their wrist with a tight grip. "H-hey now, this isn't a blazing idea!" They tugged away from the parasitic with an uncomfortable chuckle while slapping  their knee.

The parasitic kicked them into the oven.
They screamed.
The parasitic walked back to their hotel room.

The quiet screams that came from the screen transitioned into louder ones that stopped soon enough.
"AA-ah?-.." The object turned, confused. Weren't they just dying? "Wh- You all are here! Where am- I.." The gears clicked in said objects head.

"Am I dead?.." They whispered, sorrow, shock and confusion in their voice. Everyone looked at eachother, frowns across each ones face. Not all of them wanted to acknowledge it themselves.
"Yeah. You are." One of them finally said, with a roll of their eyes that hid any sadness.

"No way to get revived from what we know, but oh well I guess." The second who had spoken said. So, that was the end of everyone heres life, wasn't it? Well, most likely! Mephone4 probably was dead, and almost over half of the shows cast was too.

It was odd, really. The funniest thing, a bunch of characters who were hated, whether by the shows audience or the livings competitors.. stayed. Alive, I mean. Why would someone keep them alive if they were hated? Was someone trying to crash the show?

It would be insane to even try. Why would someone? It interested so many people and it would just.. be horrible altogether! So why would someo-
"Hey. Uhm, you good 'Tube? You've been silent for awhile now." Someone spoke to me. Interrupting my thoughts, but oh well. "Oh, uhm- yeah. I'm fine! All good." I did a thumbs up before looking back at the ground.

"Aaaalright. Just know, everyone will be here if you need something. Well- not like we can go anywhere else, but you get my point."
I laughed slightly, but nodded anyways. "Well, are you gonna go look over at the screen while you still can?" I asked them. And of course, they nodded and walked away.

End of prologue.

804 words!

I swear the regular chapters will be longer, I just usually make prologues a bit shorter!! Also I swear I don't write in first person other than the end of this 💀