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Ceiling POV
I must give a major shoutout to my brothers and sisters who helped me get San's attention. I am very grateful and would like to thank you by giving you a sentence in my story. Here it is:
It didn't work and you're all dumb.
Now that all of that is out of the way, let's recount the events of the day I tried to murder Wooyoung.
You see, since I was already cracking, no one would really question if an accident were to happen. Sadly, it wasn't as easy as letting part of me fall onto the very annoying human for he was extremely lazy and never practiced on his own.
I believed, with careful planning, I could make this work. It only took a few whisper chains to convince the shelf that held the speakers to tip itself over and let the speakers fall. The speakers were more than happy to fall. They were tired of being used all the damn time and damn near suicidal at this point.
As the blonde-haired human who was with Wooyoung went to check on the speakers, I let a panel fall. I didn't feel pain. It was like clipping a toenail. Wooyoung on the other hand, judging from his scream, must have felt pain.
Within minutes, nearly all the humans in the building had gathered in the room and were discussing the possibility of a concussion. I regret to inform you that Wooyoung did indeed not die. This was a fact I deeply resented as I watched San help Wooyoung out of the room.
