FroZres

Cory's Frisk

T(If we get 3k I do another thank you Newscapecrew crack)
Tommy's POV:
I walked into the bathroom, holding the top of a chair, looking for a place to put it.
Hmm...
The bottom of the legs scrapping against the tiles. My mind in a haze. My body felt taken over, like, someone else was controlling it.
A possession
Conscience over mind. Demons over people. The dead over the living.
Like I was watching me in a cinema. I Put the chair in front of the third sink down, the only sink with cabinets underneath.
Ashlie's POV:
"I GOT DA MACAROONS!!" I screamed with the box in my arms
"Okay, Ashlie, just chill." Nick tried to calm me down.
But he don't control nobody. "NUU!!! MACAROONS, NICK, MACAROONS!!"
"What a story, Mark." Jon chimed in. *i chimed in with a 'haven't you people ever heard of..'*
"Uh-huh.." I bit my lip. I sat the box down in the circle we created with our sleeping bags. "We each get two."
Let's see... 1, 2, 3 ,4, fi- where's Tommy?
"Uh...Nick," I started.
"Yeah?" Nick replied.
"Where's Tom?" I started to get worried. "I don't think he should be left alone."
"Oh, uh, he went unpack." Despite Nick being pretty positive about it, I wanted to go and check. "He said he got caught up in so much emotional pain, that he never finished the last few boxes. That sounds pretty legit to me."
Once again, Jon chimed in. "What a story, Mark."
"Jon, are you broken?" I asked, shoving my first macaroon in my face hole.
"Vright, vright." Jon mocked.
"Okay, Jon, you do you." I giggled.
"Heeeeeellllooooooo!!" A squealing voice came in as the door was kicked in.
"Oh, no.." Cory knew exactly who it was...