The Parasitic (Inanimate Insanity)

Chapter Six

"Did... did you break in through a WINDOW?" Microphone asked with shock in her voice, staring at Taco.

Taco said nothing, and Mic took that as a yes. "Did you ever THINK of opening it?.." Taco scoffed and rolled her eyes "I've done worse! I've killed someone whos currently in this room!"

Test Tube stared at Taco. "Wait.. you did that?!" She was genuinely shocked.
"I thought you knew? Wasn't it obvious? Ugh, do you still blame Mic for it?" Test Tube shrugged as a response. "Who else was I supposed to blame? Fan?" Nobody quite knew how to respond. Microphone was staring into space, and Taco just didn't want to respond in the first place.

"Golly gee, did I say something wrong? Whats with the silence?" Test Tube frowned. "Sorry, zoned out." Microphone excused, raising her hand slightly.
"You know what, I'm gonna leave you two alone and go check out if anything is happening in the hotel." Test Tube waved reservedly, and walked out of the room, leaving the two ex-friends alone. "Goodness, I don't want to be alone with you more than I have to be."

"Sorry. You're the only one that won't kill me and isn't,,, dead."
Taco frowned, thinking of Pickle for a moment. She shook off the thought and looked at her again.

"Well thats unfortunate, because I'd rather not talk to you!" Mic had a hatred for Taco ever since the encounter in the forest. What, did Mic know she lied about knowing Pickle had died?.. why had she even done that? To see if mic would lie? It was so unnecessary.

Taco sighed to herself. "Mic, I really am sorry. I assure you, I am trying to change." Mic glared at her.

"Sure, I believe in second chances, but not third." Mic looked the other way. It appeared as if she felt.. regretful of her words, perhaps? Maybe Taco was just imagining it, who knew.

"I- Thats.. Thats fine." Taco swallowed down any rage she had, she had to try! Didnt she? Yes, she would.

Mic paused, turning back to Taco, a look of both pity and confusion in her gaze, but it quickly was covered by a mask of little emotion. "No yelling? Are you trying to manipulate me again?"
Her eyes narrowed at the mexican food that stood ahead of her.

"No! I'm- how can I even respond with that without you thinking that even more?" Another burst of shouting came from another room. It sounded not like one of pain or terror, but more anger.

"Wh-" Mic turned, cutting her self off. "Who was that?!" Taco thought for a moment, attempting to recognize the voice. A scoff erupted from her when she noticed who had shouted.

"Oh. Why was xy even shouting?" Mic asked rhetorically. "How would I know?" Taco answered curiously, looking at the door.

".. rhetorical." Mic said simply, staring at her. "Oh. Sorry. If you didnt notice from our time together, I'm a bit tone deaf" Taco.. attempted to get any annoyance out of her tone. Although, it didnt work all that well.

"Whatever. Taco, stay here, I'm gonna go over to Test Tube so I can see what the screaming was about."

Taco scoffed, sitting down on the bed that she presumed was Mics. It did have a guitar on the wall over it, so that was a dead giveaway.

She flinched when she hhesrd her namme being shouted.

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A crowd had gathered around Knifes room, and he was pretty pissed. His window was broken, and there was glass all over the floor. Along with the binds that had been snapped onto the floor. It appeared that the netting covering the window was also cut.

Why was the most recent week so irritating? He hated this. So much! Why did this all had to happen? Knife took a breath, calming down. "Who did this?!" He turned around stiffly, staring at everyone around his room.

When he had said this, and looked at them, Lightbulb was staring towards the window and fell over when Knife turned.

Knife groaned quietly. "Wheres OJ?" Someone just replied with an 'uhhh...'.

".. what happened to him?" Knife stared, worriedly. Had he been killed? Goodness, that would be an amazing addition to the stress hes been under.

Bomb walked into the room. "H-h-hes n-not dead, b-b-but he was s-sh-shouting earlier." Knife sighed gratefully.

"Alright. Thats good. Although, can someone go get h-" Knife paused when the fruit juice entered the room.

"No need. I'm right here." He appeared to have a tired expression that seemed somewhat calm, it was unnerving considering how he apparently had been shouting earlier.

Although, he looked at bomb for a second and smiled as if he was okay. Huh. "Wait- what happened to the window?!" He looked a lot more stressed than just moments ago.

"We have no idea. I'm thinking somebody broke in,, since the glass is on the inside." Knife hadnt thought about it before, but he could only think of one object who would do something.

"Ta-" Paintbrush began, but they were cut off, "TACO!" OJ shouted.

Knife had to hold in a laugh as Paintbrushes eye twitched while staring at OJ.

"We need to look through the hotel, as soon as possible, everyone, look through your rooms, or the storage and extra rooms!" Everyone ran off, and Knife himself too started looking through the storage.

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Test Tube sighed quietly once everyone had dispersed. What was she supposed to do? She knew where Taco was, although, would it be a good idea to show OJ? What might happen to it?

Quietly after turning the lights out, she sat on the bed that hadnt been touched recently, and stared at the wall in thought.

Her thoughts paused when she saw someone grabbing a piece of glass from the floor. Was it a hallucination? She had so many recently. That had to be it. Definitely.

That was, until it started walking towards her, with the glass in hand.

Keep it together, Tube.

She started hyperventilating the closer it got. It- wait. Was that Lightbulb?.. surely not. It couldnt be. Although, she wasnt thinking like this when she was grabbed by Lightbulb- at this point it COULDNT have been a hallucination. She shrieked,

before she was shoved to the floor and impaled by the glass.

Test Tube took a gasp, looking around at a- white room? What? Was she.. dead?

She looked around, spotting Pickle and Trophy, Pickle was looking at her sympathetically, meanwhile Trophy was staring at the ceiling. "Am I.. dead?" Pickle chuckled. "Not quite? Its kind of a limbo-ish state. So, basically-"

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Yippie! Sorry these have been taking forever recently, my motivation has been VERY lacking.