“Hey!” Ollie yelled to get everyone’s attention. “Everyone shut the fuck up! I have no patience and no filter right now, and I will not hesitate to whoop your asses if you don’t shut it and get some work done! Get fucking serious!” “Er, great job being a leader, Ollie?” “You can shut your mouth too, Harper.” “Sorry…”
"Maybe I should search somewhere else," Nikka said quietly. Since I can't seem to stop offending everybody.
"No, we need a voice of reason on our side." Narcissus said, obviously insulting everyone in the room but Nikka .
"Literally anyone here could stand as a voice of reason, Narc. All I do is annoy people," she said, almost defensively.
"Ahem," Narcissus mimicked adjusting a pair of glasses, "falsehood."
Nikka rolled her eyes. "Oh? Name one thing I've done today that was actually helpful." She paused. "You can't do it, can you?"
"I swear to God if you don't stop fighting someone's going home looking different than they did before!" Ollie was pretty much fuming at this point. "We have been here for half an hour just arguing instead of helping Thomas! So everyone shut the fuck up and get moving!"
"You know what, Ollie? We're trying. We've been trying, and we're still trying our best to find them. Do you think any of us want our parents to be lost? So punch me, I dare you. You obviously need it." Nikka said frustratedly. She was on the verge of tears and Ollie was making her royally pissed.
Paranoia frowned, walking past the arguing and opening up a gold door with pale green glass, they shut it and and locked it with a snap. If everyone kept arguing then everything would fail and then their dad die and Thomas would die and- they needed to stop panicking, they just needed to find out where their dad was.
“I’m not gonna punch you, Nikka. You don’t have a very punchable face.” Ollie sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. I need to calm down. This is a huge mess, but I’ll just have to fix it later.
"I… thank you? Look, Ollie," Nikka said, calming down a bit, "we're all stressed by this situation. But we're going to figure this out, and we're going to try to do it without killing each other."
"Guys, our only reliable source of information just disappeared." C stated, pointing to where Paranoia has stood a moment before.
Nikka slid a hand down her face. "I take that back. We might have to kill someone."
“I agree. Who is the least important?” Ollie put his hand on his hip. “Er, now Ollie, we don’t need to kill anyone. We just need a little teamwork and determination!” “Yeah, like hell that’s gonna happen.” “Y’all are making my job pretty damn difficult, you know.”
"See, Harper, the thing you have to understand is that, besides you and C, we're all just sarcastic shitheads," Nikka explained. "Regardless, I now have to give you a hug because yoU MADE ME FEEL SAD BECAUSE I'M MAKING YOUR JOB DIFFICULT I'M SORRY."
(Lmao rip Harper)
“Yeah, I know… I’ll take you up on that hug though.” Harper hugged Nikka and Ollie sighed. “Honestly I don’t really want to work with any of you, but we’ve been here for far too long already. I don’t really know how time passes in the dark side, but it’s been a while. Do any of you new guys know where the primary sides are?” Ollie asked.
Suddenly a loud shriek came from the locked door Paranoia was behind, along with more exclamations of shock. C raced towards the sound, trying at the handle. "Open the door Par!"
Ollie jumped at the sudden noise and followed C to the door. Harper looked up as well, startled.
"Par, what the hell?!" Nikka exclaimed, immediately running over to the door.
"Its- It's EVERYWHERE!" Paranoia shreicked, shaky hands unlocking the door to reveal a room splattered with blood and extremely tacky decor. "This is not Prides room, he would never allow this."
Ollie immediately felt nauseous and dizzy at the sight of the room and leaned against the doorframe. “Oh god… w-what the hell happened here?”
"I know, someone put pink on leapord print! It's so ugly! Oh, you mean the blood. This is normal." Paranoia nodded, shrugging. "Perry, what the hell? You said Pride ducked down about a year ago, this blood is at least a few days old.
"W-wha - what - who - " Nikka did her darndest to speak, but alas.
“I-I think I’m gonna be sick…” Ollie closed his eyes, looking very pale. “N-Now guys, I’m sure it’s just… uh… s-spilled paint …?” Harper suggested weakly.
"Yeah, no its not. You can tell by the smell that it's at least one or twould days oldm" C muttered, running a finger across it.