Tennis Ball, though being psychotic himself, has to stop Pillow from controlling him further. He realized what she's been doing, she's not only a psychopath, but a sociopath.. A manipulator.
But... He now needs to kill again, just to release his anger. As he exited the factory for air, he saw Just S!’s teammate.. Rocky, just sitting there, munching on the yellow blades of grass.
It's perfect. Almost as if the Gods just gave him the sitting duck of a contestant. That's all Rocky is, just a sitting duck. A useless mineral.
TB tried to casually approach the little one, but immediately hid in a nearby bush, hiding himself from the all-seeing Black Hole. Once he's gone, TB swooped in to capture Rocky, like a hungry seagull catching jumping fish.
TB dashed into the factory, not even caring about strapping Rocky on the table. He's just gonna straight up kill him.
TB had such enjoyment of cracking Rocky open, seeing his sparkly yet bland mineral insides. The cracking sound echoes through the factory, satisfyingly tingling his eardrums as he finally dug out Rocky's core. In which smells of vomit and odd satisfaction.
As he's gonna dispose of the body, a small generator fell out of Rocky's hanging mouth, that's spewing toxic fluids. ". . . New.. Torture item?... I guess?..." TB said with confusion.
He finishes the disposal and keeps the generator for himself, hooking it to the death machines in the medical room. He felt so much better after all of that, finally got rid of that useless wench.
But to keep Pillow by his side for a little while, he'll just have to keep killing. But he's just afraid of actually losing his mind...
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~Experimental~ /~A TPOT AU~\
Mystery / Thriller~!~( THE FIRST CHAPTER IS FILLER, IF ANY OF MY TUMBLR MUTUALS SEE THIS, YOU CAN HELP OUT IF YOU WANT!!!! )~!~ ~~! WARNING, this story has in-detail of gore and organ harvesting scenes, if you have a weak stomach or don't take object gore in the slig...
