HOTEL MANAGER IN ME. (II STORY)

DRIFT

“Look whos sleeping.”
Looking at Mephone with a smile, OJ shuts down Mephone system, preventing him from opening. OJ didn't know much about technology but considers this his first time with the male phone, he prefers anthropology, it suits him so well that he just want to invest in it. Which worked, but got ruined right after he got shot and temporarily died.

He never wanted to admit his genuine fear of being weak. He may look strong but hes weak on the inside, but never shows it on his face. He wanted to know something about Mephone. He's been interested in him ever since the S1 finale, such as the thing with MePhone4S, Adam, Fat slobber and more. He never found it humiliating. He just found the phone funny, he still does.

In this case, he wanted something. Something that was useful, and that something was Mephone. He needed him for his projects and testing. If he wanted to admit, he sneaks into Testubes laboratory most of the time whenever he wanted to do or think about his projects. He had an advantage and never got caught, but how? No one knows. Not even Fan or Lightbulb knows. OJ really has his ways.

“Huh?”
Mephone woke up finding himself in a dark void. Looks like he was shut off, but at what cost? He looked around, his thoughts were a mess. The light blue crystals floating around were terrible things Mephone didn't want to even remember. He wasn't to going to let go, however. He was starting to get his way out of his past and move on and pretend HE never existed.

Now the phone was just floating in the distance. No sudden movements of such, he was just looking at his memories. He gulped a bit as the memories started playing infront of him. But he took a great big sigh and calmed down, continuing to drift around the dark void. Looking down at his hand, he saw it fading away slowly.

“What the..”
A vision of Cobs started getting bigger and visible in Mephones eyes. It got closer, and closer, and bigger, Mephone closed his eyes shut and curled himself into a ball. Then, he was pulled out of his mind and activated again leading himself into a laboratory. He felt weird, he felt different but he was still in the same body.

Everything had happened so suddenly, and his mind was a complete mess. It took him a while to accept to be able to accept this predicament. Although he didn't know what was going on, he knew what person had caused this, it seemed likely that he was snuck in while he was sleeping. If he didn't do something now, there would be definitely be something bad awaiting. He had to act! But unfortunately, he couldn't move.

He tried lifting his hands up but he felt very heavy. The light was slightly dim and it's like Mephone could barely see, he was currently tied up with metal pieces inside a laboratory. It looked so unfamiliar to him, there were no signs of hints of the kidnapper. He then spotted a whiteboard which had written words on it.

“TESTUBE? NO! OJ!”

Mephone pried open his eyes, looking over at the white board, he knew it. He caused this, no matter the situation he would always suspect ONE specific person. He was more often than not, the one object agreed to help upon everyone. If it meant just suffering himself. Ever since he had shot OJ he just felt haunted, cold and sleep deprived. He didn't even get a good night rest, not even a chance. He had suffered from feelings of guilt. But he didn't see the point of being guilty, he deserved it. But at what cost?

He then gulped a bit as the door opened wide, revealing a slim light object. It was Paper: but what was he doing here? Mephone thought to himself. He crossed his arms and looked at Paper, he looked devastated and emotionless. He felt bad. He looked so sweaty and looked very pale, there was something wrong with him.

“Im sorry for this.”
Paper then cracked Mephones screen with a hammer, which made him scream, widening his eyes. Paper was crying as he kept slamming the hammer down. Then he let go and dropped to his knees, crying. Tears were coming out and dripping down the floor, he kept muttering this over and over again.

Please forgive me.
Im sorry.
I didnt mean it.
I didnt mean it.
It was his fault.
I didnt mean it
I didn't mean it.

He has lost it.
TO BE CONTINUED