So, that’s how Pink Insanity ended up in her room once again. As soon as she could see again, she began to struggle. But it was no use… she was too shaken up. She could only scream for Party and try to stop the draculoids from binding her to the bed.

Party promised he would take me with him. Far away. And save me. “Liar!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. My chest felt completely empty. No one can actually be saved and I was a fool to think otherwise. “Dad!” I screamed into the camera “You were right! I’m sorry!” Feet began to shuffle outside my room and the air began to smell funny. “Dad! You were right! I promise to be obedient from now on. I won’t run away… I won’t fight! I swear!” The air was thick and it was making me dizzy. “You know I don’t believe in second chances, Shirley.” I heard, through the thick haze. “Just one! Please… and if I mess up. You can kill me. Please.. please…”

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“Nice to see there’s actually a smart one in the group.”
Kobra Kid picked up some meat with his fork and nodded. They were sitting somewhere that resembled a dining room. “You’ll address me as sir. Any wrong move and I’ll have you killed on the spot, understood?” Kobra Kid nodded. “Yes sir.” “Good.” Korse got up from the table and began to walk down a long corridor. “When I walk, Michael, you’re expected to follow.” Kobra… or now… Michael stood up and hurried after Korse.

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Jet Star

Jet’s ankle was feeling great, but in the midst of all the problems, he couldn’t pay attention to that. He felt weird and violated. “I could have showered on my own, you know!” He told the camera. Where were the others? Party was surely working on an escape plan. He stood up and flexed his muscles. Everything in top shape. He reached for his eye patch. Still there. Good.

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Fun Ghoul

Nothing particularly interesting had happened to Fun. Well… depends on what you like to call interesting.

Fun Ghoul was actually the first to see ‘Michael’. When he opened his eyes, he too noted the change. “This is so fucking messed up.” He murmured. His head felt dizzy, but he stood up and neared the door. It was a white, strong door with window bars and thick glass. A prison door.
It was then he saw Korse in the hallway… and Michael. “Kobra!! Kobra!!” They came closer, Korse’s hand on Michael’s shoulder. It was then Fun Ghoul realized the sort of place this was. He couldn’t hear what Korse said to Kobra, but he did manage to read the word ‘scum’. “Kobra!” Fun Ghoul yelled again.
When he saw Kobra’s eyes, he knew something was wrong. His eyes were empty when he looked at Fun. There was no trace of freedom or the killjoy he used to be. Just cold, cold, cold. “Michael.” Fun Ghoul whispered. This was no longer Kobra Kid, member of the Fabulous Killjoys. This was Michael, empty and cold as ice. He looked just as he had when they used to live in Battery City.

“Korse you monster! You broke him!” Fun Ghoul screamed at the glass. Korse picked up a phone on the other side. “Can you say that again? I didn’t quite hear you.” “What did you do to Kobra!” “I fixed him. I could do the same for you, you know. Just give up. Your leader can’t save you now.” “I’d rather be ghosted and dry out in the desert!” “Your choice.” Korse put down the phone just as Fun Ghoul began a long line of swearing. “Was I like that?” Fun Ghoul saw Michael ask Korse. He couldn’t see the answer.

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