Michael X 10

Chapter 93:❤️

Off The Wall's PoV
"Good morning." A voice chirped in my ear. I open my eyes slowly and Escape was stood there with me medication and water.

"Oh thank you. You're only gonna go that for today aren't you?" I playfully pouted.

"Nope. Every day." He smiled while handing it to me.

I took the nasty pill then swallowed it down with water. Then I led back down.

Escape was all dressed for the day.

I was still a curly mess in my pyjamas.

"Who's awake?" I asked while letting out a final yawn.

"Umm. Y/N, Thriller, Jacksons Bad, Michael, This Is It, Invincible. Us two." He explained.

I just nodded.

"Y/N ain't working today is she?" I asked.

"No." He replied.

"Okay then. Good. Hopefully no arguments." I smiled.

He nodded too.

Back to Y/N
I was with Jacksons and Thriller in my room. It was still a little early but that didn't matter.

It was 7:55am.

"Can we do something today?" Jacksons asked.

"Sure. Anything in particular?" I asked.

"Hmmmm." He began. "Oooh!"

"What is it already?!" Thriller laughed while jumping on him.

"I wanna go to the store and get something!" He smiled.

"Sure. Of course you can." I smiled back.

I saw as Jacksons went red.

"Thriller Get Off me." He giggled weakly.

"Oh Aha. Sorry. My bad." Thriller sighed as he got off of Jacksons.

Off The Wall's PoV
"Why don't you get your art stuff. We can listen to music too while we do stuff. Huh?" Escape asked.

I nodded and smiled.

"Sure." I smiled.

I got off of my bed and went upstairs and up again.

I was dressed for the day and I thought nothing would ruin it. But this did.

"Hey This Is It?" I called.

"Yeah? You alright?"

"Uh Yeah. Do you know owhere Umm Invincible put my art stuff?" I asked.

"Under his bed." He smiled.

"Thanks. Where is he?" I asked.

"Shower." He smiled again.

He's very nice. But kinda strict. But with me he is always nice.

I went under the bed then got the stuff.

But it was in bad condition.

The paints spilt out. My canvases were drawn on. My needles were missing and my thread was tied in knots. My stuff was a mess.

I looked at This Is It and even he looked shocked.

"You have anything to say about this?!" I whined.

My art stuff is my favourite. Now it's ruined. My eyes filled with tears as I looked at the state.

"I actually have no idea. I promise on Y/N's life. I swear I haven't touched it. I know you hate it when people touch your stuff without permission. I would never." He explained.