Love (Inanimate Insanity AU)

Chapter 3...

Taco was sitting next to Microphone near some trees so no one could see them. They were both discussing about what happened in the park.

"-And then Baseball just said, 'Oh no, just keep doing what you're doing,' Like I was doing nothing! Isn't that weird?" Microphone said. "Not at all, this is good on are part." She gesture to herself then Microphone. "Good? How is it good!?" Microphone yelled, causing Taco to flinch.

"Well, before you make me parochially deaf, this is good for us because he won't stop you! Since he encouraged you, that means he wants you to do it. We can use that to are advantage." "So you're saying he should...be on are side?" Microphone asked.

"Well...we can't trust him that much..." Taco started to get up, passing around. "Who knows, maybe he'd be useful..." Taco stopped, a smile stretching on her face.

"Now, do you remember this little thing." Taco asked. Pulling something out of her pocket. Microphones eyes widen as she put her hands up, like taco was about to use it on her. It was some sort of taser, but Microphone knew to well that the taser did more then just electrocute people.

"I-I said I don't want to use that thing! N-Not on Baseba-" "Now," Taco started, "Who said I wanted you to use it on Baseball?" The same smile stretched on his face. "Maybe he could use it, who knows?" Microphone looked uneasy, but she nodded.

Baseball was walking back to his house, a frown on his face at the thought of Balloon. Was is it the ONE time he thought something would go smoothly, it has to get ruined?

Baseball felt a presence near him. He looked to the back of him, and jumped a little when he saw Microphone. "Mic?" Baseball asked, tilting his head. "If you're wondering if I told anyone, I didn-" "Baseball..." Microphone cut off baseball, "I feel that you don't like Balloon. Like, really don't like him."

Baseball frowned, 'Well...It's not like that, really, I jus-" "No, baseball" Microphone cut him off again, only thing time, she was digging into her pocket, "That's okay...I just need to give you s-something..." Microphone said a little worried. "Come on, you're losing him." Taco said to Microphone on a ear piece. "just give it to him!"

"H-Here." Microphone quickly handed him the taser, before baseball could say something again, Microphone added, "He's at the ledge, up into the hill...can't miss him." And walked off...

Baseball was walking to the hill, feeling anxious. He's been battling himself in hid own mind.

Are you insane?

If Nickel finds out, he'll hate you.

This is wrong.

Baseball, you're better then this.

Don't do it-

He held his breath when he saw a silhouette of someone sitting down. Balloon. Balloon was thankfully, on Baseball's part, looking at the sunset. Baseball slowly started to walk to Balloon, trebling as he was only a few inches away from him.

Balloon only thought it was Suitcase, so he greater them. "Oh...Hi Sui-" Balloon started to shriek in pain as electricity surged threw him, Baseball mumbling, "I-I'm sorry," having a few tears come down his face. Baseball could nearly feel the pain himself threw Balloons horrid screaming.

Baseball put the taser away from Balloon to see the damage he'd have done. Balloon fell backwards, his body sizzling, as smoke started to come out of him, every part of him boiling. His eye sockets were red filled, as if his eye's exploded in his skull. A red liquid started to ooze out of his sockets, the blood dripping on to his boiling cheeks. His mouth was open, so you could see all the blood dripping out of his mouth, his tongue nearly being split in half be cause of the force of his teeth coming down. Its was z horrible scene to take in all at once.  Baseball held his hand over his mouth so he wouldn't scream, or throw up.

Surprisingly, a smirk crossed his face. He couldn't help himself, that evil smile stretching upon his face, as if he was proud of what he did, as if he won something. That was it, its over.

He died...

Baseball dragged the body over the hill, letting it fall into the water. He sighed, the smiling never leaving his face. He put the taser back into his pocket, and started to walk. 

After he gave the taser back to Microphone, he simply said, "Thank you." And walked back. Microphone gulped again, with a worried look on her face. "Perfect!" Taco said in a ear piece, "We can do anything with him! We just need to know his attention..." Microphone, looked to the floor, still frowning.

"H-He killed him..." "Yes, yes, no time for that, we need to talk. Come to the forest in a few minutes." Microphone nodded, still looking down, one tear going down her eye at the thought of what she, and Taco have done.

(Sorry this really wasn't a Baseball chapter! Don't worry, the next one will be.)