#mellowroach

[blooscadoo]

someones enjoying their stickweed

[blooscadoo]

You're brought back in the middle of the night much like Yellow was the night before, and much like him, you try to keep quiet as you squeeze back in. It was too dark to tell if any of them had stayed asleep but you don't want to wake them. You're light on your feet as you tip toe up to Yellow and sit down next to him, taking in a deep breath. Whatever they gave you made your body feel much better, which gave you clarity in your head you desperately needed.

Instead of curling up with Yellow though you pull your tablet over and open up the notes, writing down everything you've absorbed from your impromptu your of Rocket Corp. You tried to keep your eyes open for anything of importance as they walked you down to their tiny medical wing, but you really only had the mind to absorb things on the way back. There were breakrooms and a factory floor, and you swear you saw a garage like room that you could've sworn had more cages. You wonder if they'll ever put you in that one specifically, because to you, it almost seemed like the bright light emitting from the middle of that room could've been The Chosen Ones box. If you were able to figure out how to transfer yourself to that very room, you bet you'd have a better chance of getting everyone to talk.

You make sure to send your notes to The Chosen One, telling her about how you think you saw the room you think she might be held in. You don't know what to make of her being evil, you're not sure why she'd admit that to you so easily if she really were. Maybe she just got caught up in something, it's not like you haven't before. You find yourself sympathizing with her before you even know what she's done, but really... it can't be THAT bad.

[victimis]

The little blue one was catching your attention through your surveillance. Never in your life did you think you'd be here, stalking over a bunch of young sticks, trying to manipulate them into talking. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and it didn't help that you were running off sleep deprivation recently. Since catching The Chosen One you've had constant nightmares of fire, of the few people that you still have burning alive like everyone else before. You can't sleep for more than a few hours without being jolted awake against your will, and rarely do you go back to bed after. You can telk you've started to worry Agent, as he's taken up playing guard dog at the foot of your bed every night. He's almost quit drinking entirely and thats at least one of the few positives of the whole situation, but the lack of familiarity left you reeling. You shake your head, its a good think she stopped drinking. You don't need to read into something like that.

So instead you redirect your attention back at the live surveillance feed, the four of them sit in a room doing bottle flip tricks, loudly cheering and clapping for eachother when they do something particularly cool. That yellow one- he was smart as hell. You needed him, and you wanted to believe that WHATEVER connection to Noogai he had, it was incidental. But you can't risk that at all, which meant you had to squeeze work out of him knowing he's worked with that thing. It disgusted you building a raport with him, lining your words with a sugar coating you can only imagine Mitsi being proud of you learning from her. He was clever, quick to see why The Chosen One was so bad, and by god he was amazing with computers. If you were good, he was great. You needed that. Which is what draws your attention to the Blue one clinging to his arm. She's sat in his lap almost the entire time since you returned him to his cell, her clammy face pressed against his neck.

You had an idea. A bad one. She clearly needed medical attention- you hadn't any idea why. When they were first captured they were all in good health, but over time she has become jittery and cold, and it only seemed to get worse with each passing hour. An achilles heel would be more than welcome at this time, the only thing causing you to hesitate was the fact that... they're just so young. You weren't sure how much younger than you they were, but they remind you so much of the kids back on the farm. While in their cage they would play music, or try to make their own with their bodies. They'd make funny faces at eachother to cheer the other up, they'd wrestle to pass the time. It felt wrong- even knowing what they were connected to. It wasn't fair- for you or them for them to be used in acts of terror you aren't even sure they're aware of. They apparently didn't even know one of their friends had powers like Chosen does, you almost have to assume they're just... ignorant.

Never the less, you've made your decision. You would help out the little blue one if it meant building raport. And if it came to it, whatever she needs, you can restrict from her in hopes of getting Yellow to help. You really, really hope it doesn't get to that point. You'd pray if you were that type of stick, if you weren't aiming to kill god himself. Instead you just promise to yourself that you'll do what you have to- only if it comes to it. And if it doesn't- then hey, you did the right thing. You helped her out. You press your finger against the button of your office intercom, calling for Agent. You didn't want to risk catching whatever the Blue one had if it were a sickness, you know your body couldn't handle it.

"Send down a couple sticks to the containment room and take the Blue one to the medical wing, I believe she needs medical assistance. If you're able to find out what she needs, assure to her needs before returning her back to the cage. I'll meet you down there in twenty minutes."

[blooscadoo]

It took you a little longer than you would've liked to realize that YELLOW was the one who was petting you this whole time! Your thingie! Your sweet, sweet thingie! Your favorite guy! You fling your arms around her and squeeze her around her stomach tightly, letting out a loud half-excited, half-desperate whine. YOUR FAVORITE GUY!!!