FEARED [COMPLETED]

[11] | Spiral Hole

Nickel and Baseball walked into their own room, they slept in bunk beds, since there wasn't enough room in the house for separate rooms. Nickel glanced at Baseball, "I already have a few people I want to interview." He said, opening up his drawer and getting out his notebook. Inside, there were a few names written on the page.

Some of the names Baseball could recognize, but some of them were unknown.

Nickel looked down at the sheet, "I wanna show Test Tube about this... notebook. But I don't know if she already interviewed some of these people."

Baseball hummed, "Well, let's just try it ourselves before we go to her." He suggested, grabbing the notebook from Nickel, "Why did you name Cheesy, 'the ice cream guy'?" He chuckled, "He has a name y'know. He's one of the more sociable people I know."

Nickel scoffed, "Do you really expect me to know his name? It's not like I'm connected with these sort of– people. I barely even get ice cream." He mumbled.

Baseball laughed again, he erased the 'ice cream guy' on the page and replaced it with Cheesy instead, "Should we go to him first?"

Nickel shrugged, "There's a good chance he's still in his ice cream truck."

Baseball nodded, he closed up the notebook and glanced at Nickel, "Come on, it's not far from here." He murmured.

Nickel walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He headed towards the exit with Baseball by his side. Maybe they'll finally figure out who caused these murders.

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Cheesy sat in his truck, rocking back and forth and fidgeting his fingers. He kept staring at the TV every now and then. It's only been one day ever since he got in the truck. Cheesy crossed out the day today in his calendar. It was Sunday now.

Cheesy sighed, his stomach rumbling softly. Sometimes he would forget to eat, his stomach never felt empty... it would only rumble if it were empty. He only had snacks and ice cream inside, but also his lunch that was meant for Saturday. It was a normal ham sandwich, but Cheesy wanted to save if for special occasions.

Even though he hasn't eaten for the past twelve hours...

He open the fridge for ice cream, trying to avoid contact with the ham sandwich. He got out chocolate ice cream, they had so much restocks of it... it was somewhat overwhelming. He placed it on the counter before his truck got knocked on. Cheesy flinched from the sound. He slowly lifted up the truck cover, peeking out.

He noticed Baseball and Nickel, he opened up the truck fully.

"Hello! Haha... uhm. What can I do for you?" He asked sheepishly.

Baseball raised an eyebrow at him, "Well.. nothing much." He murmured, "Do you live in this truck?" He asked suddenly.

Cheesy chuckled happily, though it sounded fake, "Well, no. But not until recently! This whole... news thing.. It's starting to make me paranoid." He mumbled, frowning slightly. Cheesy quickly shook his head, "But that doesn't matter! What can I do for you today?" He asked again.

Nickel huffed, he took the notebook from Baseball, "Do you know any of these names?"

Cheesy's eyes squinted, he read the list of names. His eyebrows perked slightly when he read Trophy's name, "Oh, I know that person!" He exclaimed, pointing at Trophy's name.

Nickel narrowed his eyes, "We're trying to find him, do you have any idea where he lives?"

Cheesy shook his head, "He never told me his location, but we did have a small chat with each other! We talked about how pretty the park was and how weather effects it. He also ordered ice cream from me a few times. The last one he ordered was two ice creams. One was vanilla with mini m&ms and the other was cookies and cream with chocolate dip." He said, "It's been a while since he ordered another one, but that was the last time he did!"