Lockdown (Picture Day book 2; an II fanfic)

Trapped In Your Own Mind

MePhone paced back and forth around the empty void in which he stood.

Nothing but glitchy black, white, and blue making that the only movement other than himself.

All he could see for miles was static.

This was his mind.

He knew that.

But despite it being his own mind, he could do nothing with it. He couldn't control it.

He didn't have any contact with what was going on outside of his mind, no noises, no lights, no idea of what kind of twisted things were going on out there.

The void he was in was endless. No walls, no ceiling, not even a floor.

Well, there was sort of a floor. MePhone could walk regularly, but he felt nothing underneath his feet when he took a step.

He was quite literally walking on air.

MePhone had been pacing for so long, he no longer knew which way was up. For all he knew he could be completely upside down and he would never know it.

When he spoke, which he didn't do often due to there being nobody to speak to, it echoed seemingly backwards, his echo building up before the word was even spoken.

'Reverse reverb' is what he knew it as. At least that's what it sounded like. That was the only way he could describe it to himself.

There was no echo afterwards. It was unsettling.

There was a white aura around MePhone's body, distinguishing himself from the rest of the void.

He wondered what would happen if that aura dissapeared. Would he become one with the void? Or would nothing change?

I can't just sit around and do nothing here.

Mephone heard his thoughts echo around him.

That freaked him out every time.

MePhone stopped pacing.

If he could figure out how to take control, he could possibly try again to escape.

But last time...

That didn't end up as he had hoped.

If he were to try and get everyone out, he would have to find a safer way, one that doesn't involve bashing someone's head in with a pole.

He thought he had seen gruesome before, but nothing as bad as that.

And it was his fault.

He knew it was his fault.

He suggested they broke down the door.

He didn't consider how dangerous that could be if someone had gotten hit, and by then it was too late.

No.

This time he had to find something safer. He wasn't going to risk another death.

Cobs wasn't recovering anyone, so they couldn't just be careless with the lives.

This wasn't the experiment.

This was just sadistic torture.

MePhone sat down.

His mind was racing with thoughts, all of which could actually be heard as they echoed around him.

It was a lot to take in.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

"What's the matter MePhone4? Can't handle the noise?"

MePhone tensed up at the familiar voice.