The Lab /An Inanimate insanity 2 Story

Part 7

Knife POV

"Microphone,Knife, Baseball and Paintbrush, come with me"

We followed Dr P down a long hallway

"Good luck painty!" I heard an annoying voice call.

I noticed microphone was looking at me, then kept looking away.

"Mic, what is it?" I rolled my eyes.

I noticed her eyes getting tears

"Are you scared Mic?"

"Mhmm...." She replied sadly.

"It's okay, It can't be that bad! Not as bad as what happened to Suitcase." Baseball tried to calm her down.

"You know what?" Mic wiped her tears. "I'll be Okay!"

"Alright we're here!" Said Dr P. There were four chairs in the room and a cabinet filled with....uh.... doctor things? I'm not too sure what was in there. Anyways, we sat in those chairs. I noticed Mic trying to stay calm, but it just wasn't working ,and Baseball wasn't showing any signs of fear. I was more worried about my friends than myself.

Dr.P was looking through the cabinet. "Uh...What do we do? Just sit here?" Paintbrush asked

"You'll see, just wait."

5 More minutes passed

10

15

And by that time I started to feel a little sleepy...

Then I felt pain inside my hand.

Then Mic screamed.

And I couldn't feel my legs anymore

"It's okay guys I'm- oof" k stumbled face first onto the floor.

"It seems that instead of fixing your legs, it did completely the opposite. Now, your feet aren't broken, but you can't walk. So you might have to crawl on the floor for a while." Said Dr.P

"Like a baby? Um, no way! I'm not doing that!" I stared at my feet and sighed. "Okay...."

"Hey maybe test tube can help you!" Mic whisper shouted in my ear. After I heard that, I felt calm and....happy?

Before I could reply, Dr. P grabbed Mic by the arm. She said nothing, but I could see fear in her eyes.

She injected the needle into Mic, and Mic screamed, but....

It wasn't as loud as it should have been....

Mic usually couldn't control her loudness. And that made everyone hate her. But now, people won't hate her

"IT WORKED! IT WORKED!" We heard Dr. P squeal.

I saw Mic smile, but then she looked at me and her smile faded.

"Dr. P, can you make a wheelchair for Knife?" She asked worriedly

"I suppose I could"

Mic's mood brightened.

"Now you, Paintbrush"

"NO! I AM NOT GONNA LET YOU DO THAT!! YOU HEAR ME! I AM NO-"

Paintbrush fell to the ground

He was shot by a tranquilizer dart.

"They're not dead guys, they're just passed out. They was getting too mad, so I guess I'll do this experiment while they're still asleep." Said Dr.P

She injected a needle into them, and the tip of their hair/brush turned..... Black?

"Now the tip of their hair will be the color of their emotions. Black means nothing, cause he's not feeling anything now" said Dr.P

Anyways, Baseball was next and the needle he took turned his stripes pink, but only for 5 seconds and then it turned back to normal. 

Does anyone read this?