“And every time I turn it on, it does this!” Pin said while opening her laptop.
It turned on and then immediately went to a flashing black and white screen. I don’t get why she asked us to help her with it. She could’ve called some professional who’s actually good at this. Instead, she convinced Coiny and I to at least try helping her with it. I looked at the computer screen while the two of them tried moving the mouse around.
“Try Alt + F4!” Coiny suggested.
Pin sighed and then replied with, “That isn’t going to work, Coiny.”
Thirty minutes passed, and we tried everything, and by everything I mean pressing button combos that didn’t work.
That was until Pin slammed her hand on the keyboard and the flashing went from two colors to ten. We were all shocked. It was super bright…and…interesting and…hypnotic?
I’d soon realize what it actually does and quickly shut the computer down. Slamming it hard. Ran out the room, took Pin and Coiny with me.
“Woah!! Needle, what are you doing?”
But by the time I would’ve replied, I would have been too far for him to hear. I found a hammer, ran back to the room where the laptop was, and started destroying it.
I’m really sorry, Pin but it had to happen.
It was broken and the only thing that was active from it was a distorted version of a song.
I woke up at 5:00 AM. A bit early but who cares. I’d sit up from my bed and contemplate life.
Ever since I ‘killed’ Pin’s computer I’ve been waking up before my alarm went off. Yesterday was at 6:22 now it’s at 5:00 not 5:10 not 5:30 just straight up five. I knew I couldn’t go back to sleep now. Mind’s as well get up early instead.
As I was getting myself ready, I noticed my eyes looking more gray than before. I tried to ignore it but failed while putting foundation on my face, which looked pale. My skin is light but never that light. The foundation was the color of my skin in its normal condition. Maybe if I put it on my entire body I’ll worry about it less. I don’t think I’m sick. I don’t feel sick, yet I look like I am.
I’d put on more colorful things to make me look brighter. No one would know. Glaring myself in the mirror. A light pink ruffly crop top, light wash jeans, yellow platforms and a neon yellow ribbon that tied my ponytail yet I still look horrible. I tried to smile but it did nothing. Almost no one on my floor would’ve been awake yet. Not anyone I know of. I should probably add on to this outfit. I don’t usually decorate my outfits this much.
Sitting on my bedroom floor with a pack of stickers that I haven’t opened in three months and a few hair clips that I stole from Pin. She wouldn’t mind. A heart clip and a star clip. I put both them in my hair, one at a time. It was kind of hard, metallic hair ain’t easy. I took my time choosing which sticker to try on. I ended up choosing a small gray cat and attached it to my face. It was simple but cute. I glance at the sticker sheet for a while longer. The sun was almost rising and I still haven’t decided between any other ones.
Time passed, it would’ve been morning by now. I lay down on the not so soft floor of the hotel room. Two people start entering the room.
“Listen listen, if we—” the conversation they had while walking in stopped.
The one staring at me was Pin. The fear in her dark hazel eyes made it look like she was almost crying and her deep red curly hair that was covering a part of her face made her lol more fearful than she actually was.
Coiny was right next to her with a hand on her shoulder. He looks up at her and back down at me with his chocolate brown eyes. The two clearly knew something was wrong here.
They went up to me but only Pin sat down. “Hey, Needle girl,” She began as she stroked my hair softly. “Are—” she pauses and picks up a strand with one of the clips on it. “Are those mine?” She asks. She then moves her hand to the clip which she actually grabs with both hands. It hurt a little.
“We wanted to know if…you are okay,” Coiny asked, now sat.
“Yeah…” Pin chimed in, still holding the clip in both of her hands. It was pulled closer to her face. A low hum came from my throat. She let go of it.
“That’s intimidating even when it's not towards you,” Coiny whispers. He immediately jumps back in fear. He blinks and then he prompts Pin. “Say the thing,” he whispers. Well not really a whisper.
“Oh— uh…” she looks down at me. She sighs. “I’m sorry for…yelling at you…yesterday,” she says in a solemn voice. I don't quite remember being yelled at. Wait, actually.
Pin was crying, screaming even. I saw that she was and decided to sit next to her. She would shriek in every wail she had and it was so loud to the point I thought my ears were falling off. I place my hand on her shoulder. It felt like she was burning, as if she was actually on fire.
So I started rubbing her scorching back that heated up even more when I wasn’t even going that fast. She also kept moving around. I patted her back to hopefully comfort her better and then she pushed my arm away. I felt that I had to say something.
“Pin, what’s wrong?”
“GO AWAY, YOU NEEDY—” she pushed me once more. I felt a burning sensation in my chest. One that just.
“DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME NEEDY!” I said. I punched her, right in her stomach. Someone then grabbed me from behind and restricted my arms somehow. Pin stared at me with that terrified look and ran off crying.
I’m surprised I didn’t remember any of that sooner.
“So, are you going to apologize to me?” I heard nothing of what she said before that. Maybe she didn’t say anything. “Needle?” She says, leaning over me slightly.
“Sorry Pin for punching you…” I’d say.
“And?” She adds.
What else did she want? So I asked her. She stares at me.
“Oh I don’t know Needle! maybe?” She raises the pitch of her voice. “Pin, I’m so sorry for RUINING YOUR SH—”
Coiny immediately cups Pin’s mouth with his hand. “Enough of that for today!” He grabs her and drags her back to her room. “Have a nice day Needle! Feel better!” He shut the door behind him.
Yeah enough of that, so I began to get up and adjust myself a bit more. Pin, it was definitely Pin, screams “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, COINY!” She yells. I left the apartment right when I heard that.
While I was on my way downstairs I came across my old teammate, Cake and his friend… Reddish brown hair…just a lot of red. It’s not Pin, I just saw her. Ruby isn’t on the show and anyone else red that I could think of is much taller, except for. Oh! Price Tag, the new kid right? That’s it, I came across Cake and his friend Price Tag. The two run up to me.
”Needle Needle Needle! I haven’t seen you in a while!” Cake cried, the tears were staining his somehow reddened face. I haven’t seen him in a while either. “All my other friends don’t want to hang out anymore!” He started crying into my chest. It’s a bit uncomfortable, maybe if I were a bit shorter then this wouldn’t happen.
He looks up at me. “Needle…” he whispers, “Please…” he waits for me to answer.
“I don’t really know?” Is what I said. He repeats the word a few more times, quieter.
“Cake, I’m your friend,” Price Tag says “I think you have a few friends on our team, right?” They start heading for the stairs.
“Yeah I guess…” Cake replies he then mumbles something. I only hear a few words he says though.
“Old team”
It reminds me of the many times Coiny would mention BFDIA. Even though neither me or Pin really agreed, she says she had the worst time, mine was mediocre. But despite our different experiences and me being on their team for only half of it, it still makes me smile every time. That’s probably how Cake felt about The Losers.
“Needle,” a voice behind me said. I turn around and see a woman slightly shorter than me with dark brown hair fading into a light blonde. “You’re in the way,”
It’s Eggy and she is sporting a green ribbon that matches her red…well it was on the top of it, shirt. Wait, is she supposed to be an Apple? She says my name again.
“Oh, sorry…” I reply as I move over. Wait, what time is it?
There’s a lot of people here. I’ve never really been afraid of large crowds or loud sounds at all. But it was the only thing I could think about. The hotel isn’t even that big so how are there so many people talking at once? Then a fork presses against my mouth.
“Needle!” Saw says. She waves a hand in my face. She seems sad. Why does everyone I come across look either scared or sad when they see me?
“Hello Saw!” I say.
“Are you okay?” She asks.
“Huh?”
“I noticed that you are just…”
“Just…what?” I ask.
“Tired. Very tired,” She says in a serious tone. No little voice quirks. No eight thing, nothing!
“How?” I ask.
’Your eyes are trying very hard not to…droop,” she tries to describe what she meant with her own eyes. Her light brown, hazel-ish eyes.
Her eyes describe a look that is confused, dazed, or I guess, tired. She snaps her fingers in my face.
“Oh, sorry!” It seems that I didn’t realize that she was trying to talk to me.
“Okay, so umm…” I also seem to forget she’s not that good at starting sentences.
“I was thinking that you should…” that I should what, Saw.
“You should just stay in your room and get some sleep.” What. “And we can check up on you and make sure that you actually eat something,” she grabs my arm and gently puts it closer to my face. Is that what this is about? I eat normally…most of the time.
Yes, my teammate did force me into my room. She is putting moisturizer on me at the moment. This reminds me of Pencil a lot even though Saw is nothing like Pencil. I think it’s the touch. Like the way she applies it on me. It’s so clear that she actually cares about me and my health. Well not exactly similar, with Pencil it was more my appearance. But Saw, she just cared in general.
A few other people joined us in my bedroom. “Oh, hi Pin!” Saw said. Pin stomps in with a bag and places it on the bed in front of us. She looks at me with so much rage that I felt like I shouldn’t be in my own room. Luckily it wasn’t like outward rage but, I could just tell. Before she leaves the room she flips ME OFF and then she slams the door. Just rude.
Gaty was also there quiet because of the sudden noise. Behind the door was someone shouting, “Don’t just slam the door! Ugh!” I agree, why did she do that?
Gaty slowly walks up to the bed. “So we heard that you were unwell so we baked some stuff for you!” She says, twirling her plank blonde hair. “Well it was mostly Pin but the rest of us made some stuff too!”
Oh yeah! The baking from stress issue she had. I almost forgot about that.
In fact, I think I’m starting to forget most things about my teammates. Pin’s baking thing, the fact that she used to hate me because I was on Freesmart, and how short Coiny is. How are you only 5’2?
The two girls leave my room. “Feel better Needle!” Saw says. The door closes, much lighter this time. The bag seemed to move from my bed as well. Well if I’m going to be sleeping at least I might wake up at a normal time tomorrow!
Wait, Gaty dyes her hair?
3:00 AM. 3:00 in the morning. I woke up at Three o’ clock in the fucking morning. I’m not doing this, I'm going back to sleep.
3:10 AM. Not even ten minutes. Am I just not able to go back to sleep? What, am I gonna wake up at midnight next? No, because I’m going back to sleep!
3:11 AM. Why…? I hate this! I feel even more sick now! I’m starting to genuinely believe that I’m actually sick! I don’t want to be sick—
I can feel something coming out, something wanting to escape. I didn’t want it to come out, but now it’s just all over the floor. With more still coming out. My throat hurts. If I could kill myself I would.
But the recovery centers were destroyed almost two years ago, Two apparently doesn't have recovery powers, and they still haven’t ordered a new one and if I did kill myself I doubt it would get rid of my sickness anyway!
So I sat on the ground sobbing for hours. There was nothing else to do. If I couldn’t sleep then what other options were there? Keep throwing up for the next two hours? Well, I did that anyway.
I then hear a knock on the door. “You okay, Needle?” Coiny asks. I look at the door they entered through, Coiny’s mouth is agape as he stops five feet in front of me. Pin followed behind him with her fingers in her ears.
“Your screaming burned my ears…” she says.
“Well yours burned mine!” I mumble. I let out a few coughs.
“Huh? What’d you say?” Pin asks. “I couldn’t hear you, you little bitch.”
She squatted. I am 6’4, she’s the short one here.
“I’m not a bitch!” I say.
“You left for Freesmart!” She yells. She stands up.
“I said I was sorry…” I cry.
“Freesmart is literally filled with bitches!” She starts getting louder.
“You remember what they did, right Needle!?” She moves closer to me.
“What did I even do?” I ask.
“Association!”
“Oh! We are not doing this today!” Coiny says. He lifts up Pin and carries her away from me. I could still hear both of their voices and my muffled cries settle themself down as—
“—two that I am not a doctor!” I hear. I open my eyes and I’m on a bed that’s not mine. “But I am a technician of sorts, I can help with your computer,” Golf Ball says.
I sit up and see Tennis Ball running up to me. “Nono, don’t…” He says. He places a few Pillows behind me. I decided to listen to the conversation.
“So it appears that this one here seems to have some type of virus,” Golf Ball says, pointing in my direction. “In order to figure out what it exactly is we’ll be keeping her here for a few days.”
So what she wants to do… is trap me in her factory for— I don’t know three days!?? What the hell??
There is something tied around my wrist. This is so great! Being an experiment, so exciting!! I heard those two leaving. Just leaving me here with bozo brains and her slightly better assistant.
“And now all we need to do is sedate her,” Golf Ball says. Yeah would I rather see myself getting treated like dirt or just be aware of it? How about neither! “Stop screaming!” Golf Ball yells. My other arm got trapped in those things. “‘I don't want this! I don't want this!’ Just stay quiet!” She puts some type of pill in my mouth.
“Swallow it…” Or choke on it instead. Which I did. Golf Ball picks up the small tablet and puts that and three others into my mouth.
She then grabs my mouth with her foot. “I’m not letting go until you swallow them.” She says. “Tb, make notes on any of the other symptoms she has.” She then looks at me threateningly. “And don’t even think of throwing up…” she mutters.
“Did you swallow?” she asks. I nod. “Finally you did it…” she says and then lets go of my mouth. “Now what you’re going to do is stay up like that for around thirty-ish minutes,” she demands.
“You don’t have to, just don’t lay down…” Tb adds. I give them a thumbs up.
“Great! Now come on Tb, we don’t want to bother the patient.” Golf Ball says as she starts walking away.
“Wait, she needs another pillow!” Tennis Ball runs, hopefully to get me a pillow I think another pillow would be nice.
Golf Ball said something, I only knew that because Tennis Ball said “Yes she does!” and it’s my pillow!!!
“Oh wow, thanks!” I say holding it in my arms.
“No it’s supposed to go under you,” Tennis Ball said. Oh okay.
It would’ve been around an hour when I last saw them. There’s nothing to do other than watch Markerpiler on my phone.
There’s footsteps. Oh finally they came to check on me! I sit up to not see them but a different girl.
She has curly black hair that was tied back with a grey ribbon. She adjusts her warm toned sweater and starts walking over to me.
“Hi…” she says awkwardly. I wave back. “Hi…ummm…” she sat down, brushing her light colored pants. “Don’t tell Golf Ball that I’m down here, alright?” She smiles. I just nod.
“What are you watching?” She asks. I told her, I told her the exact video too. “That seems interesting, I’ll have to watch it later!” She takes out some type of tablet. “I wanted to show you something too!” She turns it around to my face.
It was a group of dots floating around the screen. “Pick any one you like, take your time.” The yellow one caught my eye the most. “Did you find it?” She whispers. I nod.
“Okay, okay, now I want you to try to really focus on it…” It’s off the screen.
“Like really focus on it.” It’s still off the screen— oh never mind!
It’s now on the right side of the screen. Then it moves more to the lower middle. It bounces off the corner and moves to the top, leaving the screen again. It comes back moving to the bottom again. It moves itself to the left side of the screen. It bounces to the right. Then back down again. Even more to the right.
“How do you feel?” It moved up. “mmhmm…” it bounces to the bottom left corner.
“Okay now look at me…” she moves my head to her face. Her bold brown eyes stare into mine. She gazes upon my face. She snaps in my ears a few times. “Okay…” she counts on her finger a few times, still looking at me.
“Why are you here?” She asks. “I don’t know…think I fainted…” She nods. “Mhm,” she hums. “I’m sorry about what happened to you…” she whispers.
“that…what happened?” I ask.
“Nothing!” She comes up closer to my face. “Look left, look right,” she says. “Okay now deep breath in.”
She moves her water bottle in my face and splashes me with it while I am doing it. “And now breathe out,” she says without giving me time to react.
“Okay that’s all I need you for!” She grabs her stuff and leaves. Without helping me dry off first! How rude!
At Least she was nice while she was here. She seems very nice actually… nicer than Golf Ball.
Wait.
“The subject refuses to eat,” Golf Ball mutters as she writes in a book that she’s holding.
“Don’t you have a computer or something?” I ask.
“Yes I do, it’s none of your business, eat your breakfast.”
She then asks a very personal and weird question. “Do you have an eating disorder?” She looks at me as if she didn’t say something invasive. “Did you eat normally before or was this developed after?”
Oh I forgot, I’m her lab rat for the week.
“I feel yucky…” I mumble.
“I know, that’s why you’re here.” She starts writing again. “The subject is assumed to develop an eating disorder from this…”
I pick up the fork on my plate. I nibble on the sausage that is on the fork.
“Never mind, she said.
“How are you?” She asks, pointing at me with her pen.
“Umm…fine?” I say.
She nods and writes in her notebook again. “Any other unusual things happening?” She says
“Am I whitewashed?” She looks at me with a surprising amount of concern.
“What?” She said.
“I feel whitewashed, I’m becoming white,” I explain.
“Do you mean turning pale?” She claims.
“No, I think I’m becoming a white person.” I say.
“That is not scientifically possible!” Golf Ball screams. “You cannot psychically change your features to be one of another race!” She stomps her foot on the ground.
“My eyes are changing colours.”
Golf Ball sits on the bed to look at my eyes. Why did she do that? “Huh…in-teresting…” she mumbles.
Someone screamed from what I think is a few rooms away from us. “Ugh! What is it now?” Golf Ball opens the door and leaves the room.
The screaming is giving me a slight headache. Glass shatters around the room. I get up to close the door.
A girl runs past the door that I was in. She’s the source of the noise. I slam the door shut, and run back to the bed I was on.
A couple more crashes from other objects. The door opens again.
“Oh thank god, you’re okay,” Tennis Ball says.
“TENNIS BALL, THE SEDATION!” Golf Ball yells.
“Oh, right!” He yells back. He leaves the room.
I really want to get up and look but at the same time I am too tired to stand up. But “TAKE THE DAMN PILL!” immediately sat me back down.
“THIS IS A MULTI PERSON JOB, IS THAT THE ANSWER YOU WANT?” I hear Golf Ball scream.
I feel faint. Why am I here specifically? Coiny and Pin were also there, and Pin was the only reason I’m here in the first place.
The door opens, yet again. “Why do we have to do this?” A guy with light red hair says. Eraser was it?
“Appreciate that you only have to hold the door.” Oh. It’s Fries.
“Oh, that kids’ still here?” We're the same age. He pushes the person that he’s holding in the bed next to mine with his knee.
“Ow…! I hate you!” The person cries. The same girl from earlier?
“Yap…” shut up Fries.
“This is what happens when your teammates can’t COOPERATE!” Golf Ball says. The girl crosses her arms and mutters something.
“Fuck you too,” Golf Ball says. “DO NOT TOUCH THAT!”
She turns her head to deal with that and I turn my body to a comfortable sleeping position.
“If you don’t want help you can all just leave!” Golf Ball shouts.
“Fineee!~” I heard PuffBall say.
The door closes. I hear something being spat out. My eyes close.
“…Needle…” Is someone calling me? “Needle!”
Oh. At least I wasn’t called Needy.
But there is someone above me. Two colours, teal on the left side, lime green on the right landing right on the shoulders. A deep blue beret with one of those hat shade things on it. Those are the first things I see when I open my eyes.
“I heard that you weren’t feeling well.” She digs through her bag. “So I bought you a few gifts.”
She takes out a small bracelet and places it on my arm. It’s been a while since I’ve actually talked to her, about five years or so. But even all of this time we still care about each other. Especially her, she gave me seven gifts.
“And this glitter pen with eight different colours…” she clicks the pen’s parts before sitting it down on a box of chocolates.
“This is a lot, thank you so much!” I squeal like I haven’t received a gift in a long time.
Well these are the first gifts I got while being here. But still I get gifts, the normal amount at a time.
“I hate when—” The girl next to us speaks but the rest of her sentence was said under a pillow. She kicks her legs slightly.
“Ignore her, she tends to… do that,” Book says, she chuckles awkwardly.
“You have one minute!” Tennis Ball shouts out, “Also you better not be telling her any more secrets of mine,” he adds.
“I’m not telling her any secrets!” Book yelled back. I start laughing.
“Shut up!” The slightly tan girl beside me yells.
“You shut up!”
The door opened. “Okay, that’s enough bothering the patients!” Tennis Ball says. He grabs Book’s arm.
“I haven’t even said bye to her,” Book replies, “Bye Needle!” She waves at me. I wave back.
I turn my body around to the bed next to me. The girl in front of me is holding a pillow in both hands, as if she was about to throw it at me. Her eyes are slightly closed from crying but a cat-eye like shape was still there.
Her hair is put down in two little ponytails. Her bangs deeply parted, kind of like those scene kids. Well she’s wearing dark colors, so maybe emo...?
“Stop staring at me,” she says. Her eyes grew bigger, more scared.
“How are you…?” I ask.
“Back off!” The girl throws the pillow at me.
I luckily caught it. “It’s mine now!” I laugh, trying to engage with her a little.
“Fuck off, I don’t like when people stare at me!” The scemo girl runs to the other side of the room and gets onto the bed at the end of it. Why are there so many beds in this room?
“How about we just say our names,” So I say, “I’m Needle!” She mutters something, hopefully her name.
Then I ask: “What did you say?”
She lifts her leg and lands it on the bed, as if she was stomping her foot.
“Errg, fine! Fanny.”
Wait, really? That’s actually kind of— “Shut up, I get it!” She whines, “Sexualizing things isn’t that funny!” She screamed.
“Your name is Fanny…” I say.
She digs herself into the covers. Did I hurt her? I think I did…I’ll leave it at a distance.
Around 7:00-7:30 PM, I hear a few sounds. The door creaks open.
“Coast is clear,” someone says.
“We aren’t even going in here!” A charming high pitched voice says.
“I didn’t know Needle was here.” The previous voice realized.
“That’s like saying, ‘Oh! Never knew the skyscraper was here,’” Fries added, “Skyscrapers’ the first thing you see.” Shut up fries.
Apparently their teammates wanted to stay for longer after that Fanny situation.
“She’s been here since yesterday…” another woman says.
“And how do you know that?” Fries asks.
“Well I…umm,” The woman starts explaining.
“Intrusion?” The person (or not person) standing at the exact place he was when he first opened the door says, “Did you intrude yesterday too, ██████?”
“Maybe, but that’s not the point.” The woman puts down her laptop and sits down.
“██ I don't know why you thought the Fanny thing would work,” Puffball says. “Like you could’ve gotten Marker or Lightning, or even Tree! But nope, ‘World's Number One Hater’ was your first target.” She rolls her eyes.
“She stared at me too long.” I thought she hated staring.
“Yeah and then she started screaming,” Fries mentions.
“We could always go back to recruiting Needle,” ██ suggests.
“Would be nice if she didn’t already know what y'all are doing.”
The rest of the group turns to me. “So umm… names?” I still never figured out the name of that girl.
“You, the…slightly fat one…” I didn’t want to describe her with anything that could describe anyone else. She is darker, but so is Fries. I could say she’s the taller one but then someone else would just redirect that back to me.
“It’s ██████,” She says.
██████…! I’m not gonna remember that. She’s not that relevant.
“It’s a really easy name,” She tries to explain.
“You were second lowest on the popularity poll.” ██ scoffs. He wasn’t really relevant either. Except that ██████████████████████████████. Okay—wait.
They started whispering to themselves and leaving the room. The door closed but I was hesitant to follow them. Too hesitant. Luckily I'm very fast, so finding them won’t be too hard. I open the door.
They must’ve either left or hid in another room, both answers are something I'm unsure of. Footsteps… Maybe that’s them.
“You’re feeling better already?” Tennis Ball says.
No, in fact I feel way weaker than normal. If I was feeling better I would’ve either been running or getting what else that group was doing already.
“Apologies for our lateness, our teammates decided they wanted to get takeout and didn’t invite us,” Golf Ball explains.
“They got something for you…for some reason.” She whispered that last part. “TV said he was going to deliver it, but considering that you’re out here, he didn’t.” Golf Ball sighed.
“Fanny just woke up!” Tennis Ball shouts.
“Okay!” Golf Ball replies. “He probably didn’t do it because he knew I'd be pissed.” And why do I have to hear about this?
“Hello GB!” TV says, still rolling in. “Looks like someone forgot something, haha.” What was funny about that.
“Hello, Television.” Golf Ball replies.
“Needle take the bag…” He whispers.
I take it. When he gets far enough that he wouldn’t get into our conversation, I ask GB this:
“Are you hypnotizing people?”
“I have morals,” Golf Ball says.
“Oh.”
She stares at me irritated. “Back to the room,” she demands.
My morning so far was just me doing stuff on my computer for the entire day.
Just kidding! I was up the entire night, I don’t sleep anymore. I never sleep anymore. My eyes feel drier than many deserts, my body feels numb half of the time.
“Needle.” I hear Tb say. Oh it’s my entire team. It looks like Donut is pushing Pin, leading her to start talking.
“Do you uhh,” she paused, “want to go somewhere with us.”
That would be such a hard decision, that is if I weren’t in a fucking laboratory where I’m being examined 24/7!
So I told them “Yes.” I would.
It has been about a week and a half since I got forced into the Bossy Bot’s underground chamber. So it was nice to go out for a while.
I look at my white tennis shoes planting themselves in the ground one by one. For some reason my team decided that they wanted to walk to the _. Running was faster, I think it would be fun for them.
“Guys WAITTT!” Saw says before running into a random store we passed. Unfortunately no one else is going to get her so I decide to follow.
We enter the shop and it was very pink… I guess that’s why she wants to go in.
She goes to the ordering area and starts talking immediately. Does she go here normally? I go to stand next to her.
After she orders, Saw then looks at me and asks if I want to order anything? I look at the menu.
“And I’ll have an…Ice Latte” Ice Latte? That’s it? Just an Ice Latte? Yeah, go enjoy your Ice Latte Needle!
…Oh. Okay, it’s actually pretty good!
We continue walking. No, they continue walking. Saw and I are running. The wind blows my hair in my face. I brush it out of the way of my eyes and it comes back worse.
I know I said running was fun earlier but running kind of sucks right now. I turn my head to check on Saw, who stops to tie her hair.
Actually I should tie my hair back too. I search for a hair-tie in all the pockets of my shorts and then in a small bag I have on me. I manage to find a random stretched out one I dig out of it. I quickly tie up my hair and wait for her.
So we continue trying to catch up to the rest of our team, who I can see from a mile away.
“Why are we running so much?” Saw yells.
“I don’t know!” I say, "You're the one still holding that drink!”
“It’s for my scent cleanse!” She yells again.
“We can hear you from all the way over here, calm down!” Gaty shouts.
And there we are, we caught up with them. Saw breathed like she was about to lose her life and I—
“NEEDLE WAKE UP!” Pin cries. Her hand touches my face for a bit. “I don’t have an extreme attachment to her.”
I don’t have an extreme attachment to her either? “I’m fine,” I say. I take a breath. My head still feels…fairly light.
“Do you know how hard it was to carry you all the way here?” Pin asks.
“You said you didn’t need help though…” Gaty says.
“Still was hard…” Pin mumbles.
“Can we just, go in?” Barf Bag asks, "because I actually really want to see the new exhibit set up and”
“Yeah sure, we can do that.” Donut got up and the two of them walked away.
Ah, so we’re splitting up? I sigh. Coiny grabs my arm and tugs me along with him and Pin once again.
We walk through some of the exhibits, sure they are kind of interesting. But they, the two I am with, were not that interested.
“Why did we go here?” Coiny asks.
“Ugh! Don’t blame me, I only suggested a trip,” Pin explains, “I never said it had to be this one.”
She agreed to it though. If she didn’t, we wouldn’t be here. She also almost tripped on herself.
“You didn’t see that!” she yells and then stops. “Holy shit a rollercoaster!” and then she starts running to whatever attraction she found.
A smart person would ask, “Why and how is there a rollercoaster in a museum?”
There is a restaurant with one, a zoo with like five, why not a museum with one? That was probably what the creators of this place thought.
This is a dumb idea. Why did I get on with them? Oh, and it’s starting, it’s starting, it’s too late. I hate this already.
I rest my elbows onto the bars of the seat that I’m in. If I were to fall out I feel like my arms could save me. Maybe not well, but I will handle the rest.
It takes about a third way on it before Pin starts yelling. A few other people that I do not know also start yelling and that really sucks because people are really annoying!
It’s like the world wants to make me suffer! My legs feel numb and my head feels really really tight and I can’t even hear what anyone is saying.
Is that a black hole? How did they build a black hole on the ride?—