[a GOLDEN pov].
I snapped awake,
I felt weird, I couldn't shake off what cheesy felt and his shape,
Eventually after a bit i felt more like myself but, the pain was still there, i also couldn't shake off what cheesy felt, sad, weak... Pain...?
I sat there holding my knees to my chest, thinking, I heard someone running, I looked over and saw soap rush in with cheesy, he was bleeding.....but... The second set of arms were STILL THERE. They usually disappeared! Soap ran past my cot, not noticing me..I....I....I can't think straight, it's like.... It's.... Huh.
I look at soap, she looks stressed, I don't need her worrying, I'll leave a note, I quietly get up find something to write with and leave a note, I stumble out of the clinic to see knife,
"Holy soap was right, PFFT what's with the look?"
Knife laughed a bit before giving me a upset glare,
"I know you have something to do with Cheesy's injury, staying quiet won't help you this time,"
I stood there with a blank stare, everything was a blur, I heard someone trying to get my attention,
"Hey Trophy? Dude, seriously are you okay? I knew Soap said you were burned and acting weird but holy,"
Knife was worried, about me,
I felt a tear roll down my cheek before I pushed Knife and ran for the door,I heard Soap calling me, I was stopped by Pickle,
"Hey! Your supposed to be in the clinic aren't you?"
Pickle said from behind me, he was grabbing my left wrist, it hurt,
I turned to look at him before kicking him off me and running outside, I had to leave, I had to go to my hideout, I didn't wanna be at this hotel anymore, I couldn't bear it anymore. I could hear panicked screams and yelling from the hotel, but I didn't turn, I ran, until I stopped at a treehouse, it was worn out and a bit rusted but it was still my hideout, I climbed in and stumbled over to a mattress, something was wrong, I can't think I'll... I'll nap here.... that'll fix it.
I lay my head down, I drift off into a
Dreamless sleep for the first time in a couple days,
[ A squeaky clean P.O.V]
Trophy just left the clinic and attacked Pickle, what the detergent,
(Eyy get it? Soap wouldn't like cursing cus it's not very clean *knee slap*)
I see him running off in a direction,
I start following him after he's far enough, I'm following maybe 10 feet away, eventually he turns a corner and I lose him......bleach.
I run back to hotel oj and explain to oj what happened....... I decided to lay down since it's already sundown. I'll take a nap.
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I wake up in a field.
There's a singular butterfly,
It seems to be resting on a flower with a greyish like appearance and sort of bow like swirls on them,
It reminds me of... mic somehow.
The butterfly flaps towards me then black
I wake up in microphones body.
What the actual fu-
*3rd person hotel*
Soap's thrashing in her sleep, it's worrying Nickel who came to check on Baseball, suddenly, a noise makes Nickel's heart drop,
Beep
Beep
Beep
...
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-
A flatline.
Baseball flatlined.
He fucking flatlined.
Soap won't wake up,
Nothings working,
Baseball starts throwing up a mixture of what seems like butterfly wings and blood,
Baseball's dying,
Infront of nickel,
....
"Soap
Soap
Soap
Soap
Soap.
SOAP WAKE UP!"
Baseball halts.
He's dead.
No going back,
Nickel won't hear his laugh again,
His voice.
Him being there for nickel,
He's gone.
He's gone forever.
Nickel won't see him ever.
He's dead.
Passed.
Gone.
Forever‽
Forever.
{⚾}
Silence.
Nothing but silence.
I feel like I'm sinking into fuzzy moss.
Calm soft and fuzzy moss.
I'm sinking,
I hear him calling out but I can't move
I can't reach him.
What's going on?
The black void suddenly flicks into a field of flowers.
Am I dead?
No...
Something else.
Wouldn't bow be here if I was?
I see something messing with a butterfly, a silhouette,
A circle,
No arms,
A tail?
Huh
"Who are you? Am I dead?"
I ask
They snap and turn to me, suddenly removing the flower field.
A black void is all that's there.
Huh.
The face goes to a cheerful face.
"Oh baseball! You scared me for a second there buddy!"
A familiar yet dreadful voice comes out.
"Who are you?"
"Who are YOU?"
"I'm baseball?"
'no.'
Text appears above their head
'your not the caterpillar your not meant to be here.'
"Oh calm down ya big dum dum. Trophy should be here soon so go to your cage and WAIT."
trophy?
What's trophy gotta do with this?
"Anyway big guy I got a plan for you!"
I open my mouth to speak but Im thrown into a coughing fit.
"Sleep tight. Don't let the butterflies bite!"
I'm dying
What about nickel
As if she read my mind she replies.
"Don't worry you'll see him soon.
I snap awake in a tree house.
What?
{Oh come on! He appeared in MY space!}
(Still rude to interrupt the story guts.)
{Sowwy}
YOU ARE READING
/MELTED THOUGHTS.\a ii trophy book.
Paranormal[WARNING!] CURSING BLOOD DEATH baseball in a bathtub THROWING UP INSECTS MENTIONS OF SUC¡D3 SELF HARM DREAMS. trophy had been having dreams, really bad ones, nightmares, he was having dreams of him melting butterflies, the butterflies clung onto him...
