~Experimental~ /~A TPOT AU~\

~Part 13~ Am I The Crazy One?

It's been a while since Golf Ball hadn't left her room. Only surviving on ramen and making voice recordings, keeping her sane through the disappearances of others.

Golf Ball was preparing her next recording, trying to hold her phone with her shaky feet. "H-hello?. . .Okay- Day 2, May 3rd, 2024. Two of Team8's members are gone... I-i think it was...Barf Bag and Needle.. Yeah- It was them.... Not sure.. W-what happened to them.. But I think I . . . Don't want to know...."

"I've been staying in my room before my voice recordings, yet I'm the crazy one here-" "h e y . . ." A voice cut GB off, causing her to jump. "Wh-. . . Who's there. . !?" Golf Ball calling out at supposedly nothing.

"I t ' s  m e . . ." The voice called, the voice sounding familiar to GB. "i t ' s  B a s k e t b a l l . . ."

GB's eyes widen as she had to end the recording early. "B-. . .Basketball...?" She shakily spoke as she felt cold around her spherical body. "W- What happened to you?. . ."

"I  s h a l l  n o t  t e l l . . . I t ' l l  m i g h t  b r e a k  y o u . . ." Basketball said, making GB more confused. "But...Why-" GB was about to speak, but she felt the coldness lifted from her body.

"What the fu-"

~. . .~

"Let...Me. . . GO!!" Needle called out, struggling in her leather restraints on the table. Tennis Ball said nothing, as he motioned Pillow to flip a built-in switch, causing a large buzzsaw to appear from the ceiling. Needle's eyes widen as she saw the buzzsaw aiming at her thin chest.

". . .Now. . ." TB called in a monotoned voice. Pillow then pressed the button under the switch, making the buzzsaw swiftly horizontally slice her in half, making Needle's death quick and painless.

As soon as the buzzsaw retracted from Needle's body, her small core fell out of her upper half. TB approached Needle's corpse, grabbing her core, inspecting it. He then Handed it to Pillow, letting her to either test it or transform it into a useful substance.

"You're dismissed.." TB said to Pillow. With a smile, Pillow then entered the lab room, Needle's core in hand. 

As Pillow exited the room, Tennis Ball leaned against the grimy wall, sliding down to sit on the equally grimy floor with a sigh.

"What. . .Am I. . .Doing. . .?" Tennis Ball spoke to himself, his knees pressing against his fuzzy chest. "T e n n i s  B a l l ! . . ." A deep, male voice yelled, causing TB to look around the room, finding the source of the voice. Nothing.

Until a wispy silhouette of Snowball appeared in front of TB. Snowball had sharp teeth and realistic eyes, that seem to stare into TB's dead soul. "Y o u  j a c k a s s ,    y o u  d o n e  t h i s  t o  y o u r s e l f . . ." Snowball said in a echoy voice. 

"No.. No! This isn't real!" Tennis Ball coward against the wall, hoping it's just a dream of some sort. He then fanned Snowball's spirit away, causing him to fade away like smoke. 'I'm sane, I'm sane, I'm sane, I'm sane, I'm sane-' Tennis Ball repeatedly thought like a broken record.

TB then entered the bathroom to wash the blood off. Even though, he can't wash the guilt and power off his mind.

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