Taking Over | inanimate insanity x y/n

8 - Friends and Fears

Suitcase

I laid in bed. Doing nothing. Recently, that's all that seems entertaining. I ponder my relationships and think about season 2.

     My alliance with Nickel was, I've realized, super toxic. He only cared about my vote and help with challenges, not as a friend, or even an ally. He wanted nothing more than to use me up and toss me out when I became useless. I'm not exactly sure why he held such a huge grudge on Balloon, but his past actions definitely did not give Nickel the right to treat him the way he did. Especially since he changed so much.

     He wanted to separate us just because of his grudge. Nickel made so many excuses as to why I should abandon him, and just so that I could stay in the game and atleast have a chance at winning, I needed to comply. There was so much pressure, I couldn't ignore it. Baseball never gave in to these actions, or seem to agree with them, but he never denied it. He never tried to stop Nickel.

     It's like Nickel is completely blind to the way Balloon changed. Like he's....afraid of change. He thinks that if something changed, everything will. And then everything will come crashing down.

Baseball, however, he wasn't much like him. He obviously valued friendship over winning challenges and has common decency. Unlike Nickel. He was kind, but didn't have the guts to stand up for himself.

I'm definitely keeping Baseball as an ally and maybe even a friend after the game ends. Balloon, too. Though, if we're talking about Mephone, that will take a while. Balloon, too. Actually, we do sometimes hang out around the hotel. Not too often, though, since we also have work stuff, but we do nonetheless.

     As for Nickel, I can only hope he starts to come to his senses eventually. Balloon has really changed a lot, and I was there ti witness it. Nicke is just too stubborn to-

     ...

     I saw something scurrying under the desk in my room. Was it a rat? No, that can't be. Soap's way too much if a neat freak to let a rat ti get in.

As I sat up, I was reminded of an unfinished sweater that I'm currently crocheting. It was a muted yellow with multicolered flowers, all colors pretty muted. Crocheting is really calming for me. I picked it uo and started crocheting a couple rows on the yellow base 'till I remembered that thing that run under my desk.

    What is that? I went to go check. I kneeled under the desk and pooked around. It was too dark. I got my phone and turned on the flashlight and searched more. Nothing.

     Huh.

     Maybe it ran awa-

     My sentence was cut iff when i was shot by something. Not a bullet. It didn't exactly hurt, but i felt tingling all over my body. Like i was being electrocuted, but it was painless. All I saw were black and white stars and I couldn't control my muscles. I was floating. Then I was standing. Then sitting. I felt like I was doing things I couldnt describe.

     I saw visions of people in my life. Nickel. Balloon. My parents, Baseball, Knife, Mephone.My life flashed before me in half-second intervals, yet it felt as if they were 10 hours. I felt so confused.

     There was a super bright light that I saw when I opened my eyes. Or atleast when I tried to. I shut them closed at the sharp illumination. Then tried again. My senses slowly came back to me. There was... running water? As if comming from a sink. And also the clattering of dishes. But the sound was amplified.

     My eyes opened completely and I took in my surroundings. I was in a giant kitchen. Next to me there was a.... thing... washing dishes. It was muttering something like, "I can't belive mom made me do the dishes, too." I was so incredibly shocked, I froze looking at the creature.