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“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.