Brothers Always Stick Together. || an Inanimate Insanity darkfic

Ambushed.

Mephone4 laid in his bed, drowsy and lightheaded, his limbs outstretched without a single care in the world. These past months felt so strange. Ever since Yin-Yang had been reported missing by the police, the cops have been all over his tail about that stupid letter the conjoined twins had been sent. He found it stupid, really, he had no memory of writing that letter, let alone ever finding out how to even spell his name correctly. No, it wasn't just stupid. It was absurd.

Mephone4 grumbled, furrowing his digital eyebrows as he sighed. He already had a terrible record when it came to the police, that being their suspicions that he was abusing his contestants. How was that going to help him at all in this? He closed his eyes tightly, before suddenly moving his body over, his flat, square frame slowly cracking down to the other side as he flipped right onto his face, pausing for a long minute before screaming into his mattress.

He felt so conflicted on what to do. Everything was becoming so stressful for him lately; season 3 almost ending, constantly being pestered by the contestants and the cops, and more importantly the fact that a disappearance that he normally wouldn't really care too much about has gotten so big to the point it's starting to eat away at him mentally. He just couldn't do it. It was too much for him to digest, he needed something, some sort of hiatus so that he could take time to himself and register all of his emotions properly. But, of course, he knew that he wouldn't get what he wanted so easily.

With his co-producers already starting the production for the next episode, he knew that he simply couldn't try doing anything to leave the mess he had gotten himself into, not without getting gently scolded by the head writers for the 5th time this month for "acting childish". It wasn't his fault though, at least he thought it wasn't. He was just eager to escape his past, and to host a competition show was the first thing he thought of. That was all it was, that was all it was supposed to be. He didn't mean for things to get so out of hand like this. He hated it.

He groaned, his voice muffled by the covers which protected his delicate mattress. He felt so tired. Not just physically, although his battery was incredibly low, he felt like he just wanted to lay down and do nothing for the rest of his life. He hoped it was that easy. But, again, his database knew more than he ever could, and he found himself struggling to flip back onto his other side with effort. He decided that, at least for tonight, he didn't want to worry about things that he couldn't take into his own hands. And so, his tail lingered over to the comically large charger port beside him, pushing into place and starting his charging process as he pulled the covers over his shoulders and allowed himself to finally go to sleep.

His house was still, the only noise being made was the sound of crickets and crows coming from the outside. His bedroom was full of life despite the unpleasant atmosphere, and the smell of oil lingered in the air, which didn't bother anyone but the poor phone. His house never had the smell of oil, at least never when he was around. It always smelt like something more pleasing, maybe the smell of burning cookies he had forgotten to take out of the oven or the pungent smell of lemon-scented Lysol. It never smelt like oil, and that was what stopped his consciousness from leaving him alone tonight.

" Ugh... " Mephone4 found no other choice but to investigate. He wouldn't get any sleep tonight if he didn't try and get rid of that damned smell. And so, carefully he pushed himself back onto a sitting position, his hands covering his eyes to help indicate his annoyance. He let the tension in his body hang for a few moments before finally taking his hands away from his face, taking his right hand and using it to pull the covers off of his legs. He then pressed his palms against the bed, pushing down to allow him to get up and off of the bed with a low, tired groan.

Slowly, his weight pressed down and onto the floor as he lifted himself off of his bed, his right hand rubbing his eye as he began to walk out of the room. He looked to his door, outstretching his arm to turn the knob, listening as his bedroom door slowly creaked open, leaning forward to look into the hallway. His screen glowed blue, illuminating the area in front of him progressively more as he turned up his brightness, using his own face as a flashlight as he made his way down the hallway and into his kitchen, where he snagged a cookie from the pantry on his way to the garage.