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Microphone exited the house with a sight, the door shut behind her within a small click. She let her feet land on the wooden deck just outside and heard the stiff boards creak as she walked out towards the stairs a few feet ahead. There was police tape that had been ripped off the railing. Microphone was confused by this of course, but chose to ignore this for now. She knew it wasn't a good time to ask.

Microphone continued down to the dirt driveway at the bottom of the steps. The whole place was surrounded by trees and light tree cover. She walked down the long dirt road until it faded to concrete. She stepped by cars and as life and the sound of bustling city and traffic came into ear shot, she pulled her hood up to not be identified as easily.

Her body still aches, and the long walk wasn't helping her aching muscles and bones recover. She continued on anyway, knowing she had to. At least she wasn't dragging two injured objects in tow.

She could've sworn she felt herself stumbling a few times. She was exhausted... But pushed forward anyway. It had been hours before she actually reached the city.

Soon enough she reached bustling streets. She tried her best to keep her eyes on the prize and on walking. As she entered the store she bumped into a few objects and tripped. They tell her to watch where she was going.

Microphone apologized, and noted their heavy British accents. She stood up and stumbled into the store and grabbed a few things that she knew Pickle, Knife, Taco, and her would like.

She then walked towards the cashier and placed the items next to the register. The women at the desk scanned through the collection of food items and few medical supplies. It wasn't much, but pricing was fairly high nonetheless.

Microphone looked at the price and took out the coin purse. She then dumped it out onto her hand. She looked over the coins and realized she had... no idea how to count these...! Pounds... and pence...? She sighed and frowned, she couldn't just Google how to count the coins either...

"Uhhh..." She muttered as she tried to look around for any point of reference. Nobody was behind her in line luckily, but she felt like an idiot. And— didn't want to explain she'd never been here before to the cashier. "I—...uh..."

But, they had long caught on to that. "You need help?" They ask, leaning on the counter with their hand out, gesturing Microphone to hand the purse over.

Microphone pouted and gave a little nod. "Th—that would be nice." She chuckled nervously.

"It's easy, see? They practically say the amount on the coin, alright?" The cashier explained and then placed them down on the counter and counted them. "It seems you're short..." She sighed.

"O-oh..." She frowned.

"How did you even come across these? You've clearly never been here before... and you look—...Injured..." she pointed out with a raised eyebrow. Microphone flinched back slightly, and tugged at the sweater strings nervously. "Are you alright?" The cashier asked.

That's when a girl stepped into the store, and turned over towards Microphone and the cashier. She looked down and then talked in a proud and boasted voice. "Oh—M—Gosh! What's, like, going on?" She asked.

Microphone, startled, turned to the girl and stumbled back, her injected body nearly crashing into the storefront window.

The girl who had forced her way into the conversation was petite and very pretty. She was wearing fancy boots and had a fluffy scarf. Her body was a yellow piece of silk, which appeared golden in the lighting of the store.

Behind her, a award in a suit followed. He was wearing glasses and seemed stern and cold.

The cashier seemed a little shocked, but cleared her voice and stood up straight as if to impress. "This girl here came up short, I was about to send her off."

"Oh. so she, like, doesn't have enough money?" The girl looks towards Microphone, who was trying to straighten herself out in a nervous manner. She noticed how Microphone looked injured and felt pity. "Like, never mind that!" She handed the cashier some money and waved for her to grab bags to place the groceries in.

Microphone was shocked and was about to thank her with a smile.

"No need for 'thank you's! You seem so, like—...Uhm... 'unfortunate' that I thought I'd be charitable!" She shrugged, which made Microphone's eyes narrow due to her rudeness. "My name is Silk or Silky! Obviously, my name is, like, everywhere." She boasted with a laugh.

Microphone was confused but sighed and held her hand out for a handshake. "My name is Microphone."

Award stepped in front of Silk, with a scowl. Not a word was said, but Microphone was indeed intimidated. She took a step back and took her hand back slightly.

Silk blinked a few times before moving Award aside and shooing him away. "Now, he can be a bit protective! Hahah!" She grabbed Microphone's hand with a bubbly smile and shook it eccentrically.

"Anyways— like, whats going on with you? You look— like, horrible... And bloodied..." she waves at Microphone's injured areas.

"I-it's a long story... heh..." Microphone mumbled as she picked up her groceries with her free hand. "S-sorry... Uh... Who are you...? I have no idea who you are— and you're acting like we've met...?" She said forcing a smile.

Silk looked at her and felt her smile drain. "You... Don't know who I am...?" Silk asked, letting go of Microphone's hand.

"Uh, No..." She frowned.

"It's always, like, the poor people..." Silk huffed, rolling her eyes in frustration.

"Uhm— excuse you?!" Microphone spat, taken aback at the blatant rudeness coming from the other girl.

"I'm only, like, the most famous pop star EVER! Well- Maybe not ever... But! I'm, like—...All over trending! Do you live underground?" Silk boasted, pulling out her phone and showing her many social media accounts.

"Not ringing any bells..." Microphone shrugged.

"Whatevs... We can, like, totes work on that." Silk crossed her arms. "Anyways girlie! I'm on tour! My show doesn't start for—like—evs, so if you need a ride I can totes help!"

Microphone narrowed her eyes, the way she used slang was very difficult for Microphone to comprehend. "Uh no... Uhm... I—I can just walk..." Microphone shook her head.

"No! Like, look at you... You're all wobbly and stuff. C'mon, I'll drive ya! I got the time, and the money!" She boasted happily and grabbed her wrist walking back to the car outside.

"You— don't need anything from the store?" Microphone asked as she was dragged along.

"Pft! Girlie, I make more money then your entire family's net worth. Anything I need, I already, like, have. I just wanted to look for silly trinkets and such." Silk walked over to her car, it was pretty fancy and did indeed look expensive. Award followed just behind.

"You don't know that—..."

"Oh hush! Tell me where you need to go! And we are, like, off!" Silk hopped in the back with Microphone.

Award got in the front and started the car.

Microphone was nervous, and was scared of practically being kidnapped. And also of Taco being seen... But... There was no getting out of it now. "Its up that road, take a left then uh... Keep going straight...? I think?" Microphone muttered, pointing at the road ahead.

Award began driving in the direction that he had been told. Silk turned and looked at Microphone. She then noticed her injuries, and grabbed her first aid kit from under the seat. And pulled out bandages. "Cant have you bleeding everywhere." She then helped patch Microphone up, and frowned at seeing she was uncomfortable. "So, uh... Do you wanna, like, talk?" Silk smiled with a friendly grin, leaning on the centre cup holder.

Microphone fiddled with the grocery bags on her lap. "About what...? I don't really know what to say... O-other than thank you." Microphone sighed.

Silk seemed surprised at the thanks, and then crossed her arms. "Uh... Where are you from?" She raised a brow, her eyeshadow sparkling from the sunlight through the window.

"Well... Uhm... I was born in Objectica, but my parents moved there from Japan." Microphone explained, putting her hands in her lap.

"Ohh! That's, like, totally awesome! I toured there a few months ago! And I live in Objectica too." She smiled wide with glee. She looked towards Award. "Award~! Be a dear and put on some of my music won't you?"

He pulled over momentarily to play music from his phone, and then pulled back onto the road.

Silk adjusted her scarf. "Y'know, I totes love the life of fame! But... It's not really why I'm travelling all over." She explained, moving her hand in an explanatory circular motion.

"Then, why do you travel? Other than for... Uh... Your songs?" Microphone tilted her head to the side.

"I'm, like, trying to find my little sis." She explained with a frown. And the turned back to Microphone. "She'd be, like, 15...? By now...?"

"Your little sister...? What happened to her?" Microphone asked with worry in her voice.

"Haven't seen her since I was... Like, 9...?" Silk placed her hands in her lap and looked away from Microphone out the window. "I used to play with her all the time... We'd sing, and draw, and play dress up! But I can't seem to find her no matter where I go..."

"What's her name?" Microphone asked.

"Oh! It's Bow! She's yellow, and super short." Silk explained with a reminiscent look on her face.

"Wait—wait wait... Bow...? Yellow...? You're uh... Sure she's yellow?" Microphone questioned with narrow eyes.

"Well, duh! I'm pretty sure I, like, remember what my sister looks like... I—... Uh... I think... Right...? Yeah... Yellow." She said in thought.

"What about... Pink...?" Microphone asked, as she studied Silk's face for any recognition of the colour.

"I mean, no... But! She did talk about, like, dying herself pink." She happily explained tapping her fingers on the cup holder.

Microphone sat in thought for a moment. She then thought about Taco, but looked back at Silk... She thought about not knowing if Taco was okay or not... She couldn't curse that feeling on another. Not when she could help. Microphone sighed. "I... Think I can help you. But— you have to promise, no phones." Microphone muttered.

"What? B-but my—!"

"Do you want me to help you or not? I know a Bow. Maybe it's your sister... But I can't take you unless you throw your phone out..." Microphone snapped.

Silk looked down at her phone, and at Microphone. "How do I know you aren't, like..., Lying?!" She snarled.

"You're just going to have to take a risk..." Microphone said, messing with the thin plastic of the grocery bags in her lap.

Silk reminisced in the times she spent with her sister... And the extents she took of ditching her parents to go and try to find her. She then rolled down the window and threw it out. "Fine. Ill... Like... Give it a shot." She replied, folding her hands in her lap with a look of determination.

"We won't be able to leave today, so... I hope you're okay with dust..." Microphone sighed.

"...I—I suppose I-Ill... Uh, Like, have to live with it. Whatevsies..." she muttered, clearly not liking the sound of being dirty.

"Or uh... Blood."

"What..." Silk's eyes narrowed in an instant.

Not long after they began to encroach Taco's old house. Award pulled up, and stepped out of the car to help Silk down. Microphone followed after. Microphone stepped back onto the creaky floorboards of the deck. Microphone clutched the grocery bags tightly. She then looked over at Silk to follow.

Silk happily walked up the stairs and stopped just at the top, and turned to Award. "If you want to follow, you're going to need to, like, leave your phone... I understand if you don't want to, and I will still pay you now if you want to leave." Silk warned.

Award remained silent, before finally speaking. "But— what if...?" He stuttered, worried of Silk's safety.

"I'll be fine don't, like, worry." Silk smiled kindly.

Award looked down at his phone before setting it down in the car. "I'll just come back for it." Award sighed, "I signed up for this job, and my family needs the money..." Award then jogged back up the stairs.

Silk was surprised, but then smiled, and turned to Microphone, placing her hands on her hips.

"O-okay... So uh... Don't freak out...?" Microphone smiled nervously and then opened the front door.

Pickle was attempting to change Knife's bandages, and add more gauze. And Taco was half awake on the couch. Taco glanced up at the door and perked up as she saw Microphone, but when she saw Silk and Award. She made a yelp in surprise and her eyes sparked a loud red.

Pickle flinched at the door being opened and turned to look, he almost screamed.

"Guys!!! Guys—! It's okay! Everything is alright! She's here to help! Hahah...!" Microphone smiled with teeth showing to play off her nervousness.

Silk stepped into the dusty cabin-like house. She then looked at the wounded objects with slight disgust. "Not q-quite a five star hotel... But if it gets me my sis, it'll have to do..." She muttered, Award standing behind her. Her eyes fell on Knife's gun wounds and she nearly gagged, and covered her mouth.

Microphone looked towards Taco, her smile fading. Microphone could feel her teeth clenched in worry. She shut the door behind Silk. After she walked back to Taco.

"Wh—who the h—hell are there pe—people—?!" Taco whispered in a hiss.

"It's Bow's sister... I think...? She's famous or something... And helped me. The least I could do was help her." Microphone muttered. "And... Knife needed the medicine, and you needed the food...!"

Taco scoffed, "I thou—ght e-everyone learned th-there lesson on br-bringing in ra-random p-people...!"

Microphone shook her head with a sigh. "I know— I just... I felt her, okay? I felt the pain of not knowing... She neede—..." Microphone sighed, "—I needed to help." Microphone rubbed the side of her arms.

Taco looked at her eyes and then leaned on her. "If yo-you trust her... I-Ill try to... B-but if thing—gs g-go sideways...? Someone i-is getting shot..." Taco snarled under her breath.

Microphone pulled her close. "Alright..." Microphone smiled. She then looked out the window, and saw it was late already. "I took a while walking, huh...?" She yawned, Microphone was exhausted.

"I suppose..." Taco sighed, yawning since Microphone had.

Pickle pinned the bandage with a safety pin and then leaned back against the wall. "So, who's Ms Fancy Pants?!" Pickle asked rudely, pointing at Silk.

Award almost pulled his gun out because of the hostility. But Silk pushed his hand down. "My name is, like, Silk!" She smiled.

Pickle then perked up. "Oh— oh yeah! You starred in a few movies I watched. I remember now." Pickle sat up straight.

"Finally! Someone with taste." Silk crossed her arms in triumph. She looked towards Microphone. "I told you I was, like, totes famous!"

Microphone flinched at the sudden attention on her. "Uh— sorry... I don't really keep up with new singers, I'm more into 2010 pop...?" She shrugged.

"I per-personally pref—fer 2000s..." Taco huffed bitterly through her pain.

Silk looked personally offended. She turned towards Pickle as if searching for something to boost her ego which was just shot down violently by Microphone and even more so by Taco.

"I mean, I like movies...? I don't really listen to pop." Pickle muttered through his teeth.

Silk scoffed and stomped on the ground like an angry toddler making a prolonged whiny-yell. "You guys are the worst!" She cried and stomped off.

Silence filled the room for a moment, and then Pickle finally spoke up through the silence. "Does she even know where she's going...?" Pickle asked.

"I don't think so..." Microphone sighed.

There was a loud slam at the back of the hallway, presumably Taco's parent's room.

Microphone stood up, carrying Taco, and was about to yell for Silk. Taco then stopped her. "D—Don't bother Mic, I—It's fine... I don't thin-k we will be able to get her t-to sleep anywhere else." She huffed.

"But— That's where your mom and dad slept...?" Microphone muttered.

"It's f...fine." Taco whispered.

"Alright then." Microphone yawned again. She was very very tired.

Pickle propped Knife up against the dresser, and walked over to pick up the grocery bags. He picked them up and then looked over to Microphone. "We should probably eat and go to bed. It's getting late, and we have a long day ahead tomorrow."

Microphone nodded. "You're probably right..."

A long day...

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Disclaimer:
Don't take anything (most things) Silk says seriously... She's meant to be a dumbass and comedic relief.

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