COCOAS WORLD: prolouge

Instructions

[ bassie , 9:57 am , easter floor] ‘Where could he be?...’ Bassie roamed the Easter floor, searching for Flyte. “Um…” “Who ya’ looking for, friendo?” A sweet voice called behind a box, before revealing its creator. “Cocoa!” “That’s me!” Cocoa fixed her overalls as she inspected the basket. “Did you get new flowers?” Bassie nodded slowly. ‘Sure… Just go along with what she says,’ she thought while glancing at her flowers before fixing them. ‘The cameras are watching.’ "Okay, see you around, Bassie!" As soon Cocoa turned the corner, Bassie sprinted toward the egg painting station. 'He HAS to be there.' "Bassie?" Flyte stammered, confused on why she was in such a rush. "Hi-! I just... wanted to see you I guess." Bassie said, quivering with fear. "You seem like shelly just turned into a twisted. What's the matter?" "Um..." Bassie hesitated. "Let's go somewhere more... private." Flyte shrugged as he got up from his chair. "Wait for me!" Bassie led Flyte into her secret cove... not even Cocoa knew about it. It was filled with cozy pillows and dimmed lights. "Woah," Flyte murmured. Bassie paced, looking for a way to explain her opinions to Flyte in a way he... would better understand. "Somethings wrong with Cocoa," Bassie blurted. Flyte cocked his head. "She has been... installing cameras everywhere. Even in the toon rooms, warehouses... I caught her looking at them... with a devious smile on her face." "What... why would she install cameras?" Flyte asked, in shock." "I'm... not sure. But it's nothing good, from what I can tell. But I think it's to observe our behavior... I noticed the cameras after Vee got suspicious of Cocoa. She hasn't complained about her since." Flyte lowered his head in thought. "I don't believe you." Bassie's eyes darted to Flyte's. "What...?" "I don't believe you," Flyte said with a shrug as he started to walk to the door. "What- how? With all the information I have given you, you stare at me with a blank face and say, 'I don't believe you'?!" Flyte sighed. "Oh, come on, Bassie. I believe you in most situations... but this one is too... stupid." "Flyte, please. We need to get her and do it now!" "GET HER NOW!!!" Tears welled up in the corner of Bassie's eyes as Flyte left her cove. 'Get her now,' her mind repeated as she spotted a knife in the corner of her cove. 'Get her now, get her now.' Bassie cut her arm off. 'Get her now.' Bassie cried in horror as her arm regrew into something horrible... like a twisted arm. Bassie clawed at the posters she put up in her cove, making black ichor marks. 'GET HER NOW.' Bassie wrote the sentence repeatedly on the wall. 'GET HER NOW GET HER NOW GET HER-" She choked a sob as she collapsed to the ground.