Old Production // Inanimate Insanity AU Fanfic. (ON HOLD)

To The Building- 🎤

🎤Microphone🎤

Mic had been laying inside the small wooden shack for about 3 hours now. They stare at the ceiling, lost in thought. Their glowing green eyes shift over to the window, the large grey shiny building reflecting light towards them, so they don't look for long. They knew a lot about light for someone who doesn't need to see anything right now.

They glance over to the small radio on the desk. Static noises emit from the small box, but they wonder when the voice will come from it again. They often found a voice in there, telling them things it wants them to do in the giant building. They like to think it makes them a sort of secret agent, sneaking in to steal some things, add other things; It's like they're on little missions.

They stare back at the ceiling, wishing they had a clock, or something like that to fill the void of noise, or lack thereof. The wooden ceiling starts to appear to edge closer. Not to worry, they think. It's just a trick of the mind, or whatever they have inside their metallic head. Things often appear to get closer when you've been staring at them for a while, or in this case, three hours.

Closing their eyes, they begin to wonder if they should stand. 'My body will become stiff otherwise', they think, as though their legs don't already feel as though they wouldn't function if they try to stand. The arms either side of them were already too used to staying still to move now. Even their breathing seems to stand still, rhythmic much like their heart.

They assume they have a heart anyway. Everyone does. Why would they be any different? Only evil people "don't have a heart". Although, that's just a saying; technically, they do have a heart, since the heart is just there to produce blood for your body, and for respiration. Why is the heart associated with emotion? If anything, it should be the brain, or even stomach, since that's what seems to hurt the most when they're sad.

...What were they thinking about?

'Right, I need to get up.' They carefully and slowly force their stiff limbs to at least sit up. Rubbing the side of their head, they look over at the window again, squinting to see anything. Nothing, again.

The static in the back of their thoughts stops as they look over to the radio. The noise had stopped? That can only mean one thing...

"Microphone, are you there?"