Mikey hadn't moved once since he and JJ had entered the room. He sat, his back to everything else, his head laying against the door. He wanted to get out; this was the last place he wanted to be right now. But, due to the abrupt forced curfew by the leader, he was forced to stay.
JJ sat on the bed, watching him. He hadn't really said anything so far either, mainly because he knew Mikey wouldn't respond if he did. But at this point, it was getting tense - he could feel it in the air. Deciding to try and lighten things up, he got up to approach Mikey, who remained still and silent.
"Hey, buddy." He began, touching his shoulder. "Come on, let's lay together. It'll ease your nerves."
Mikey exhaled deeply.
"Can't you leave me alone for two fucking seconds?"
JJ pulled his hand away, startled by the amount of venom in his voice. He'd never heard Mikey say anything in that way before. But still, he continued to persist, his mind having convinced him that he could pull Mikey out of his mood somehow.
"Or," JJ began to rub affectionately on him, toning down to a soft mumble. "We could do something more... exciting in the bed, more than just cuddling. You know, Mikey, you've been quite tense lately in general - if you were to just accept and enjoy what I'm offering you, you'll realize what you're missing out on. You often forget to realize that I'm the only one who really cares me you, yet, you push me away more than you do with anybody else. It's a flawed way of thinking, and I plan to pull you out of it. Just let me take care of you, my precious. Everyone else can burn in hell, and I'll be happy to send them there myself if it means you and me will be the last ones standing in this base. I'd do it without hesitation, Mikey, because I love y-"
Just then, Mikey snapped. He turned and smacked JJ across the face, causing him to lose his balance and tumble over.
"What is wrong with you?" He yelled, as JJ sat up in shock, his eyes wide in surprise and fear. "After everything you did, you expect me to submit to you like I'm some sort of pet? You're a lunatic! A lunatic, a psychopath, a murderer, and a controlling, lying, conniving snake!"
JJ tried to crawl backwards, his breath quickening, but Mikey stopped him by thrusting him down. JJ cried out as Mikey mounted him, holding him down furiously as he planned to continue.
"Banana Kid is missing, and I know it was you who took him! You took him and killed him; I know how you are, JJ! You want to brutally murder everyone you see who isn't me, just so you can satiate your sadistic fantasies of keeping me locked up and isolated from the world, being your little pet who gives you pleasure and reassurance when you want it! You don't love me, you're obsessed with me, and I'm sick of you trying to manipulate me into thinking you care about me when you don't! Hurting me isn't love, controlling me isn't love- none of this is love! I can't do this anymore!"
Mikey abandoned JJ right then and there, going for the door.
"Mikey, wait!" JJ cried. "Nobody else loves you besides me! I'm the only one who genuinely cares about you; you're wrong about everything! You're only saying this because you're angry! Just calm down!"
Mikey shook his head vigorously, trying to physically keep his words from entering his head, and stormed into the hallway.
"Mikey!" JJ wailed desperately. "Please, don't leave me!"
Mikey ignored him, rushing down the dark hallway, only stopping when he was met with a physical obstacle. Multiple crates were stacked in one place, and soon enough, Mikey recognized it as where the trapdoor leading to B2 was.
