Michael groaned as he rubbed his head. A bright light was shining in his face, so he tried to block it out with his hand so he could see the room better. Mistake. In front of him, Toxin was standing-no, being held up by her tentacles-in front of him. The test subject stood behind Toxin. They were really angry. Visibly angry. "Look whos back." said Toxin, smiling. "I... I... I just..." Michael didn't know what to say. Toxin got a little closer. "So, why'd you come back to us?" Toxin asked. "I-I-I was looking for a friend." he replied, trying to sound confident. Altho he felt otherwise. "Oh, and who is so important that you knew what we would do to you if we found you but still went searching? Or are you stupid?" Toxin asked, the smile getting wider. "I was looking for my friend, Jason." he said. The test subjects face lit up. "Jason. That impostor. I swear if I ever find him it'll be Brandon all over again." So they were the one who killed Brandon! That made his nerves worse. Any hopes of getting out of here alive... were gone. "Wh-wh-what are you going to do with me?" Michael stuttered. "I was going to kill you. But now, from what you've told me, I have a different idea..." Toxin said. Michael got this feeling in his gut, one that told him that something very bad was gonna happen.
OOh man Whats Toxin got in store?
