@#%^*4/'5 been acting.. strange lately? And some contestants are going missing.. I wonder what's wrong..?
This is a story similar to ALL the other 'Experiment' stories! But there's ONE difference, if you couldn't tell in the title, SOMEONE is a CANN...
• Venting, • Gaslighting/Blackmailing, • Panic, • Torment, • Cracking/Injury, • And the usual stuff 😘 (Idk how else to describe them but TW either way)
Enjoy the second chapter of the day!!
(Quite short but ok) __________________________________________
[ DAY OR SO EARLIER.. ]
Microphone POV:
"Oh my god.. oh my goddd...." Microphone whispers to herself, panting as she races back through the forest, sweat and salty tears drooling down her face, her quickly trying to wipe them before she gets hurt.
"I-I- What do I- Think Mic THINK!" She yells suddenly, stopping in her tracks and staring at the ground, her left fist clenched, her right hand gently holding the invisa-bow Taco gave to her. Her bow tie, that she always wears and carries.
Microphone stands silently, now moving her gaze to the bowtie in her gentle grasp, before she suddenly flinches, at a sudden voice.
"Mic? You okay?" A gruff, deep voice calls out from behind a tree, a hint of concern ridden in the strangers voice.
"W-Who-?"
"It's only me, Microphone." Knife explains, steeping out of the shows, revealing his identity, and showing Microphone he's not lying.
"Oh.. phew.." She sighs in relief, hiding the bow tie behind her back.
"What ya got there?"
"This..?"
Microphone reveals the bow tie from behind her back, and gently waving it in the air.
"Mhm?"
"Just a bow tie."
"Hm.. anyway, I saw you all panicky, a second ago, you okay?" Knife questions, putting his dry hand to his hip, while leaning his body on the opposite hip/leg.
"I-I-.. Why do you care?!" She spurts out nervously, carefully putting the bowtie back on her neck, trying to not break or damage it with her sharp choker.
"I was just doing my usual 'Microphone checkup'." Knife jokes, laughing at his own joke as Microphone glares at him with the most disappointed face known to object-kind, Knife taking note and changing the subject.
"Right... anyway, you gonna tell me what's up?"
"Uhm.. so.."
Knife leans forward slightly, intrigued.
"So.. you know how I'm working with Taco.. right?"
"Yep?"
"And how people have been going missing..?"
"Well..-"
BZZT!!
Microphone reaches for her phone, which she has kept tied together tightly with her choker.
She reads the message carefully..
Message from: Freaky Science Tube I know you were the other one there Mic, I could see your bow tie, tell ANYONE and I SWEAR TO FUCK, YOU AND TACO WONT SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN. Thanks, bye byee!! :3
Microphone stares at her phone in shock,
How did she know?
Should I reply?
Don't tell Knife, should I?
Should I keep it from him?
"Mic?" Knife says, his facial expression impatient and serious.
"N-Never-mind.. heheh.." She shakily replies, sliding her phone back in the tight grip of her choker.
"I.. uh.. Are you sure-?"
"YES- I-I- Mean.. yeah.. 100%..! Heh..?" She stammers, fiddling with her fingers anxiously.
"I know you're lying, but, I don't want you panicking again, so.. just, tell me another time, okay?"
"A-Alright.."
"I'm gonna head back, cya."
"B-Bye!"
Microphone waves her hand quickly, sweat covering her face. She looks back down at her gifted bow tie, and sighs.
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"What will I do..?"
She rubs her arm, before inhaling, and walking the way Knife just walked, back to the hotel.
"Maybe this is all a dream.. yeah.."
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"..Just a dream..."
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577 words :3
Not as many as the last chapter but Oki doki!! >:)
Sorry for not updating ANY OF THE STORIES FOR AGES..
my family are preparing to go on HOLIDAY AND MOVE HOUSE BRO
(Update: we did both and now I'm in my new house)
(Also I had no WiFi and I make these on my iPad so I couldn't update the story sorry :((( )
😎
Anyway have a good day or night and see you in the next chapter!!
