I crawled back to Pirates Cove, leaving an oil trail. Once I got there, I dipped my hook in a puddle of oil, and started to write on a paper. "All I wanted was to be on the stage, but I'm living my dreams from inside of a cage. Don't look away, don't turn your back, don't you dare disengage. Joints are rusty, tank is empty, now I'm running on rage. All alone on Pirate Cove, it drove me half insane.., even though you'll never hear I'll sing a cheer, to ignore the pain. But I just want to be noticed, I only crave your gaze. But now my heart is dark, my bite is worse than my bark, I just wanna put on a show.. All I wanted was to play in the band, even if it was challenging with a hook for a hand..." I hummed before falling to the ground, losing consciousness because of the leaking oil. No one noticed. I heard footsteps. "Jake, are yo- GUYS COME QUICK!!! HE PASSED OUT!!!" I heard a voice say. Darkness. I could still feel the cold floor under me. Then I was picked up and carried to another room. Laid on something else cold. But, this felt colder. Like it would if you laid inside a freezer with the lid closed and it at the coldest it can go. I gargled the oil seeping into my mouth, mainly because it couldn't drain out, so there was nothing for me to do but let it sit, flooding the costume my cold, metal skeleton was in. "Why should we help him? He almost killed you AGAIN!" I heard someone say. "So what? He's our friend, and we said that the six of us would stick together, no matter what.." someone protested. The seams and gaps of my fursuit were leaking oil now, and soaking whatever I was on . "C'mon, guys, you better decide soon! I think he's dying!" A third voice said, and I assumed they were pointing at me. "OK, fine, we'll fix him." The first voice said. I felt the front panel of my costume open, and something started sucking the oil out. I could hear the running of a vacuum from somewhere. There was aluminum being wrapped around the holes in my endoskeleton that were leaking, and I felt the front panel close.
