Meeple Labs (II AU)

Neat freak

(TW: Blood, beating, murder)

(Soap)

Clean, clean, clean, it infested Soaps mind. It festered and grew, and she didn't know why, but she had to clean. If the rumor that all of the objects here were created was true, she was probably meant to be a substitute for a cleaning robot. She hoped not. No one else seemed to have a "purpose" and she would not want to be the odd one out. She scrubbed the walls, floor, and sometimes rooms day and night, trying to get rid of the mold. But she didn't want to. Her mind wanted to, like an intrusive impulse that had taken over her. It was making her an outcast, but she almost didn't want to stop. It was infuriating, but it calmed her, leaving her stuck in a cycle.

She was sitting on her pink and white bed, and she heard a knock on her door. She stood up, and opened the door, unsurprised to see Microphone. Microphone was one of the only objects that could bear her presence, and she was actually trying to help with her cleaning addiction. Microphone closed the door behind her, and smiled softly.

"How are you doing?"

Soap looked down. 

"There's a few spots in the main area that I want to clean, but I'm trying not to. It's hard but I'm doing well, I think."

Microphone nodded, and put a hand on Soaps shoulder.

"I think you're doing great."

Soap smiled, she felt relieved. A little confirmation that she was doing well had brightened her mood, and she thought a bit less about the filthy floor that desperately needed cleaning. After a minute, Microphones smile faded.

"Remember OJ, Apple, and Taco got taken for experiments? OJ was recovered today. He said he wants to tell everyone something important about the recovery MePhone."

Soap winced as she remembered OJ and the others getting taken. OJ was snatched from a conversation, Taco was dragged out kicking and yelling, and Apple was taken from her drawing session with Marshmallow. It made Soap angry just thinking of it. They were taken from their lives so often, without a shred of emotion from the MePhones. The only MePhones that showed shreds of emotion were MePhone4s and the recovery MePhone, but the others were dark and soulless. 

"I wonder what OJ has to say about the recovery MePhone. It doesn't talk, or move much honestly. But that makes it more mysterious, I guess."

Microphone seemed to almost force a smile as she spoke. Soap glanced to the door.

"Maybe we should go ask him? Or is he going to wait for Apple and Taco? Probably not."

Microphone took her hand off Soaps shoulder, and turned to the door, opening it. They walked out into the main area, where a small crowd had already formed around the middle table, which OJ was sitting at. Soap knew no one would admit it, but OJ was probably the leader. He was one of the oldest, being in the first to arrive. A long time later the second group arrived, and Soap arrived too. Microphone and her walked over to the group, and began to speculate what OJ was going to say. 

A while later, nearly everyone was there, and OJ decided to start. He stood up on the table (he usually did this when saying something really important), and cleared his throat. Everyone went silent, and all eyes turned to him. He took a breath in, and spoke up, his loud voice slightly echoing in the large room. 

"Everyone! I have an important announcement!"

Everyone waited for him to continue, and after a few seconds, he did.