Awhile later...

Pink Sheep's POV

I open my eyes. There's no party, no dance floor, no DJ stand (let alone music), no flowers, no bamboo, no hot tub, and no bar (let alone Mountain Dew or Doritos). Which means that there's also no Purple Shep, no Failboat, no TNT, no Crystal Sheep, and no homies around either.

Oh no. I was having so much fun at that prankster gangster party, and now it's ended... with this. Where am I now?

I look around. I'm in a dark, empty room, with some bright white lights. A/N: Rhyming for the win! With the lights, I can see that the floor, walls, and ceiling are gray, although in some places they appear to be somewhat blue. I can't find any exits to the room, which means I can't just get out, which is what a prankster gangster would do.

*The room Pink Sheep's in*

Next, I look down at myself. This is even worse: I'm tied to a chair, and I can hardly move. It must've taken a lot of work to tie me up, because I'm very fat.

I'm getting some serious hater vibes from this room, although no one else is around. It's pretty much silent in here. I can't think of anything to do in here, since I can't really do anything I enjoy doing. (Prankster gangster stuff, obviously!) It's funny since I was just doing those things at the party a little while ago.

Out of nowhere, someone enters the room. "Hello, Pink Sheep. We've been expecting you," she greets me. She sounds evil. Not the hater kind of evil, but a different kind of evil.

*That's the person Pink Sheep is talking to! I have no idea who else to put in here except for Info-chan from Yandere Simulator. However, this person talking to Pink Sheep won't be the actual Info-chan. I definitely imagine Info-chan as an illuminati member, though!*

"Where am I? Why am I getting all these hater vibes in this room?" I immediately question, although she's probably the one who'll question me.

"You don't know where you are?" the person retorts. "Now you do. You're with us... the Illuminati. It took us so long to hunt you down and capture you, but we finally did it! You passing out at that party was just the opportunity we needed. So, now that you're here, I will ask you this question: Will you join us?"

Will I join the Illuminati? Is that even a question? I'm the #1 hater of the Illuminati, and I'm only for the Prankster Gangster Nation. So my answer is: "Nah, fam. It's all about the Prankster Gangster Nation, so there's no way I'm joining you. Not even if you offer me Doritos, like you did the other time. I'm not falling for it again."

I expect this person to get angry, but she doesn't. She's just smirking. There's some silence in the room before she says, "Oh, really? You refuse? Perhaps this will change your mind."

Something very strange and hater-like quickly makes its way into the room. By the time it makes its way to me, I can hardly breathe in it. But I'm a prankster gangster, and MLG enough to have a chance at surviving this.

*Here's what's spreading through the room: a neurotoxin originally from Portal and Half Life. In this story it's going to take control of Pink Sheep's mind and...*

Never mind the chance. As more and more of the thing spreads through the room, I can no longer see anything around me. And once again, I black out.

A/N: Haha! Weren't expecting that, were you? I thought of this plot twist a long time before I actually wrote it in. I love to put in these rather dark twists into my writing, if it bothers you at all. If it does, I apologize, and I'll just say that Pink Sheep's about to be brainwashed by the Illuminati.

Hope you enjoyed! And as always...

#PGN

~Sunset