The following few days at Hotel OJ were eerily quiet. None of the residents really knew how to process the news that TestTube brought with her when she returned with a completely shut down MePhone. She brought him to the infirmary instead of her lab, hoping if-- ... When he woke up again, the environment wouldn't be as scary as her lab might be.
Meanwhile, Paper had left immediately to the hospital, leaving the hotel without management, but in times like these, nobody was even thinking about causing any sort of trouble. Why would they? This was a lot more serious than it had ever gotten.
OJ was in the hospital, having lost a lot of blood, and broken a few ribs, all courtesy of the MePhone X, and Cobs, who TestTube couldn't legally do anything about.
She had no evidence, and no idea what even went on, and he had been able to walk away after everything he had only 'presumably' done, all with a smirk on his face, since the person he had supposedly assaulted-- OJ wasn't available for questioning, and Cobs had the position and power to not get in any trouble in the meantime. Out of everything, it had almost been TestTube who had gotten in trouble for it all, having tased Cobs, and 'damaged' his property. It was unfair, and she was definitely left sour after all this. Something had to be done about him, but... That wasn't what was important.
What was important, was trying to fix MePhone, and making sure OJ was going to make it out of this alive-- and be able to tell everyone what had happened, and hopefully actually get Cobs in legal trouble or SOMETHING. During the few days since this happened, OJ hadn't woken up, this being the reason Paper refused to leave his side.
Things all around were just... Difficult. Hard. This was a shitty situation, and all TestTube could do was sit around, waiting to see if and when MePhone would power on.
It was late on the third day of lingering around in the infirmary and keeping an eye on him when the Meeple start-up sounded through the room, catching TestTube's immediate attention.
"MePhone? Are... you there?"
"Wha... wh.....ugh,," he groaned, sitting up, and immediately moving his hands up to grasp at his head.
"Are you okay?--"
MePhone blinked a few times, before looking up at TestTube.
"Who...?" He winced out through his migraine.
"You... don't recognize me?" TestTube's heart dropped, but she kept her casual composure, hoping her expression didn't falter too much.
"... Should I?" MePhone moved his hands down to lie idle in his lap.
"I-- yeah, I... I'm TestTube? Does that name mean anything to you?"
"... No, uhm... Sorry," MePhone glanced in a different direction, feeling a bit bad. He wanted to recognize this person in front of him, but he just... Couldn't.
Come to think of it, he didn't recognize the room he was in at all. Sitting up on a poorly padded bed table-like thing, being questioned by some person in a lab coat with a clipboard was all too uncomfortably familiar to the robot, but he couldn't place it. He tried to ignore how bad this made him feel though.
"It's fine, you don't need to be sorry." TestTube quickly wrote something down on the clipboard.
"Oh, okay," he quickly shrugged off the other bad feeling, too. He didn't need to feel bad, so he wouldn't. Simple as that.
"Uhm... where... Am I?"
"You're in the hotel infirmary,"
"What kind of hotel has a... uh, whatever you called it? Medical place?" MePhone cringed at his wording.
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Malware & Broken Memories
FanfictionMePhone doesn't know what's wrong with him. Really, he can barely understand anything that goes on during this time. He's not sure if it's his systems going haywire, or if he's really just reliving his jumbled memories. Either way, he just wants to...
