GET OVER HER! // PEPPERMIC FIC

OVER ANALYZE!

   Test Tube.

   My eyes met Test Tube's.

   I could not be more disappointed right now.

   She welcomed us in, asking why we were visiting. Trophy gave her a rundown while I miserably stood around the tall people, thoughts whirling in my brain.

   As I looked around the room, I noticed that Microphone was nowhere to be found. Test Tube seemed to notice this as Trophy finished his explanation, her face clouding with worry as well. The three of us stood uselessly in the hotel room until Trophy spoke up.

   "Well, this is a little unusual for Mic, isn't it, Test Tube?"

   "I suppose," the tube responded. "I never paid much attention to her, but whenever I came here she was always in this room. Though, she does happen to be good friends with Pickle. Maybe he knows her whereabouts."

   Trophy and I lit up, quickly thanking Test Tube before we rushed out the door on a search for Pickle. We found him in the lounge on the couch. My eyes caught sight of a tall grey figure sitting next to him, but the material was too shiny to be Microphone. Pickle and the figure turned around, revealing themselves to be Pickle and Knife. I sighed, disappointed, but Trophy approached Pickle to ask a question I couldn't really hear. After this exchange, the award turned to me with a shrug.

   We ended up questioning the entire hotel. I swore I could've caught glimpses of Microphone peeking around corners and behind doors, but maybe I was just being delusional. Trophy decided he had enough of the goose-chase and went to bed, leaving me in the dark hallway of Hotel OJ by myself. I sat miserably at Mic's door, hoping she would return. Footsteps shuffled in the dark, but they belonged to OJ, who bent down to ask me what was wrong.

   "Hi, OJ," I mumbled, ignoring his question. The glass of orange juice looked at me, a blank stare on his face.

   "Pepper, it's time to go to sleep. What are you doing waiting at Mic's door like this? If I can't find her, nobody can. It's a lost cause."

   "Well, thanks for the comfort," I snorted. "Look, I care about Mic. Until she comes back, I'm not leaving this stupid door."

   "I'm sure you care about her, but you deserve some sleep. It'll help you with looking for her in the morning!"

   "Oh, you're mistaken. I'm not looking for her tomorrow. I'm staying here until she comes back. If she doesn't come back, then I'm staying here until I starve."

   "That's... extreme. Pepper, would Mic want this?"

   "Why does it matter what Mic would want? I just want to apologize to her. She's not even here for me to do that, so..."

   "You know, I'm sure that if you-"

   "Why are you so adamant on getting me to go to my room? I'm not bothering anyone. I'm not doing anything. Why do you want me out this hallway so bad?"

   OJ sighed and looked back, as if he were searching for someone. He turned over to me with a tired look on his face, and patted my head before walking off into the darkness. When his hand met my head, I couldn't help but be reminded of Microphone. Gosh, she made me want to ball up and cry. That stupid, stupid electronic. I can't believe I didn't tell her how much I loved her.

   I sat up, shifting from my uncomfortable position. I had to wonder, why do I keep saying such things? I loved her, I wanted her, I needed her, but do I really? It was literally this afternoon when I said I didn't know much about her. Did her helping me out of my obsession with Salt really have that much of an impact on me?