Everything from here on out is my work
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Am "needed" again. Door open. Three men. The scientists tell to look, not blink. I prisoner. Door close.
Door open.
Door close.
Door open.
Door broken. Light broken. Is dark, I move, I find man. I crunch. More crunch. One man missing. I find? No. Door open. I crunch guard. There are no men. Only me.
I free.
I move. When I free I fast, faster than men. Place big. Many door, many room. Many subject also? Still, I see no men. Where is man? I hope he does not find me.
Door locked. All door locked. No matter. Is vent, vent break easy. Vent make sound like crunch, but ugly. I go.
Here is room. Big room. Wall is not white. Much darker. There are sounds that men can not make. More subject. They are still prisoner. I go, I free. I free subject, I prisoner.
I go.
There is subject free also. Smaller than man. Like bear. Has paper, is writing like man but different shape. It is me-shaped.
I want to crunch subject, but it does not blink. Eyes not like man. Eyes hard. It look away, I grab, it neck soft. No crunch.
Subject go. It leave paper. I hold. Is me on paper. Prisoner me. Am still, arms empty. No crunch, only wait. This is what subject see, this is what men see. I never see me, but I move. I speak, also, but am silent. When men see, I am silent and I am still. They curse me.
There is new sound, like man crying. Crying loud. Is in cell. There is hole. Is like man, but longer and thinner. Is subject.
I scrape, I move, it hear me. It does not look. It cover face. I wait. Subject still no look. Subject still no move. Can not move, when I look? No, it move, it hand move. Subject does not like when see. I do not like when see.
Is subject like me also?
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Are We Cool Yet? [Complete!]
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING: death, surgery, stockholm syndrome, depression, anxiety Based off the tale "Crunch" from the wiki. It's called "Are We Cool Yet" because the original plot was going to include Peanut's creators, the anartists, but the story went som...