Toiletcore

toiletcore

EYE phone AU: 'EYE' miss your face insert knee slap here (disclaimer: I like Toilet but Mephone is an unreliable narrator so he'll be called mean names sorry)

Mephone waited patiently for the contestants by Mepad, standing nervously behind them. It was slightly humiliating, but it was better than the contestants knowing about the situation.

" MISTAH PHONNNNNEEEEEEEE" the annoying voice of Toilet screamed loudly right next to the two electronics. Mephone groaned internally.

"MISTA PHONEE, OH YOU'VE NEW GONE SO LONG WHERE-" "Not no- not now, Toilet. Get me so- some wires ASAP." Toilet stopped, it was obvious he wanted to ask more questions, but instead the toilet for once acted wise and called out that he wouldn't let Mephone down and most likely ran off considering the brief silence.

He could hear distant voices, and knew it had to be his contestants, and they sounded like they were getting closer. Mephone braced himself as the voices were now close enough to be understood.

"Mephone! Where have you been? You disappeared after telling us we were in danger! What's the danger? Can we stop it? Are you back because you stopped it? And why are you hiding behind Mepad???"

" I... "

What.

The contestants were in danger? That was terrible! Think of the lawsuits! ('Think of the contestants wellbeing.')

And he was gone for a couple days? Why? What was he doing?

Why couldn't he remember anything anymore? What was going on anymore??? How did he get the crack??? Where had he gone???

Mephone started speaking to the contestants, trying his best to stay calm.

"Everything is - every - ever - fine and my assistant Mepad here will be here to tell you how everything is - Assistant -fine and there is no need to wo- worr- worry, right Mepad? Everything's - mepad - normal! " Was his crack really causing this glitching stutter? Really? Now, when he was trying to act normal?

For a long moment Mepad stayed silent, and for a long moment Mephone was almost about they wouldn't go along with the lie. then Mepad spoke up again, "I can confirm everything is alright. I will tell you how everything has stayed exactly the same right now"

And Mephone took that as time to leave. His plan was flawless, as long as Mepad distracted everyone he would be able to run far enough away to stop needing to hide. He couldn't see anything wrong with this plan.

And as he started running he realized he couldn't see at all.

And fell face first.

Then he remembered Toilet would be coming back.

'Darn it.'

"MISTA PHONEEEEEEEEEEE YOUR SCREEEEN!!!!!" Toilet wailed louder than ever before when Mephone pushed himself up, and Mephone flinched and thought his screen might crack more until Toilet stopped. The other objects must have heard the screeching, it was impossible not to when it reached the level of Mic's volume

"no, no, - fine fi- I'm- no, I'm fine,. My screen is - no, no, I- is fine!" Mephone covered his eyes and the crack as best he could and spoke as fast as he could with the glitching. He could hear the contestants getting closer, and it was too late to run.

"Mephone? What ar- Woah, what happened to your screen?!?" Asked an object, who Mephone was going to guess was... Paintbrush? Probably? It didn't matter.

"Nothing hap- happe- who- happened to my screen, I feel perfectly --happened to my sc-- fine." Mephone said, he knew the contestants were there but the silence reminded him of when he was running around frantically looking for Mepad. It made him feel lost, and unsure of himself.

"Hey, if he's broken, maybe Testube can fix him? She's a scientist, she could probably find a way to fix him!" An object who was probably suitcase said. It was a good idea, so why did Mephone hate it? The logic checked out, yet Mephone felt dread at the idea, despite the fact it would benefit him greatly.

"Alright," the voice of Testtube spoke, sounding much closer than the others, " Mephone, could you remove your hands from your screen? " Mephone didn't move and after a bit, somebody gently held both his hands, carefully moving them away from his eyes.

"Hey- wait a minute-" He tried to protest but froze at the gasps from his contestants. He could hear somebody (probably fan) say ''Fascinating!'' And he scowled.

"Hm, " the scientific object exclaimed, " the crack goes through the middle of both your eyes which seems to have not only changed their color, but also split them through the middle. Seeing as your eyes aren't really focusing on anything I am going to assume this is effecting your vision, is your eyesight more blurry than you remember? Having trouble seeing from far away, maybe?"

Mephone sat there, and considered lying. He made up his mind, actually, he would lie about it. Why should he tell them, anyways?

"I- I can't- don't ask m- can't see... Don't as- can't se- ask me how- I can't reme- rememb - remem - remember... " He closed his eyes so that nobody would see them anymore... Why did he tell them? He knew this was a bad idea, he should never have let them question him, he was the host, he made the rules-

And then he felt somebody press into his screen, though it was cautious and and almost even gentle it reminded-

It reminded him of...

No...

NO,

NO-

NO, WAIT-

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'WAIT, DON'T -'

A HAND PRESSED AGAINST HIS SCREEN-

'STOP, STOP PLEASE-'

IT BURNED IT BURNED IT HURT TOO MUCH STOP-

IT MOVED ACROSS HIS EYES HE COULDN'T SEE AND IT HURT-

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And then the burning became a mere ache as if it was only his imagination. he almost felt numb, he could hear objects panicking, but it was too distant to make out.

He honestly didn't care enough to listen, he blacked out, wondering what he had just been thinking about. Must've been interesting.

--- End.

Part 2 complete.

Moving on to part 3 when I can thanks for readin!!!

• Xolbor.

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micaaaaaaaaaa

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