☆ Control ☆ (COMPLETED)

131: Two can't keep a secret if one of them are dead.

What were.. Two and Four doing together? And what did this have to do with Liy? Weird. Firey slowly picked it up.. unfortunately the video was pitch black.

"Yes! Yes, I have this all figured out. Now, shoo, would you? Go get Coiny for me. And- give me that. It's clearly playing- why didn't you-"

It ended.. Firey stared at it endlessly, trying to process what he had just listened to. His hands wrapped around it tighter than he meant to, wondering why the hell they were talking about Coiny.

Why.. Coiny.. why Liy... what happened here? What did the both of them have to do with Coiny. When was this video made? He didn't think this had anything to do with the amniesa, because Four was there.. so what else could be it about? It must have been made a while ago if Two and Four were together, right?

He didn't think too much of it, getting a little sad because of the mention of Coiny. He placed the camera down gently, going to slowly pass the desk and walk along the room. His eyes were drawn to each tear in the paper on the walls and every smashed up object..something very violent happened here.. he just wished he knew what.

Brave wish.. maybe he didn't want that. He didn't know.. there were so many secrets. He couldn't believe he was actually here.. though..in the EXIT. He wondered how it would feel to be trapped in here for ..

He stopped.

He didn't make a sound, despite feeling a heavy feeling in his throat.

His mouth .. opened slowly, his gaze.. falling gradually to the ground. He didn't blink, or move.. silent. He could only hear the flickering of that one light which struggled to light up the whole room, but it did it well enough so he could see what was in front of him in those moments.. ..Liys.. dead body. He stepped back a few times, tripping up on one of the chair legs and falling backwards, his metal body hitting the floorboards with a clink.

Laying face first into the floorboards, her arm by the side of her, her other arm slumped by her other side. No blood.. but.. a gunshot wound, right in the back of her head. Firey was confused.. this.. this didn't make sense. Stapy said that Liy was alive. Stapy said she had pushed him down the cliff.. Shampoo had SEEN her do it. Could this be an old dead body? Sometimes the bodies of objects stayed present after they were recovered..yeah.. that had to be it. That.. that ..

That made sense..yes. It had to be that. That was only possibility. That.. he pushed himself away along the floor in fear, blinking as he struggled to believe his eyes, his gaze fixated on the wound in her head.

"FIREY!"

Firey cried out and fell backwards, tripping over the tree stump and onto the watery ground, landing in a small muddy puddle. He panted and looked up at Stapy, wjo was in front of him on the other side of the trunk, glaring at him with concern but also frustration. "The hell are you doing??? Why didn't you reply to me?? I thought something was wrong!" Stapy scolded loudly and put his hands in the air, before calming down.. "Is everything okay?? Jeez.." he huffed, moving his hands back down.

Firey stared and steadied his breathing, trying to understand what just happened. He blinked a few times, closing his eyes and shaking his head as he tried to stand up. "Y-Yeah, I'm..fine." he excused breathlessly, leaning on the tree trunk for support as he rose.

"Why aren't you asleep..?" Firey weakly attempted to switch the topic to him. Stapy scoffed in offense. "Why aren't I asleep? Uh, why aren't you asleep? I just woke up and saw you wasn't there.. I freaked out." Stapy harshly complained, but looked off to the side. He clearly had been really worried, but struggled to admit that.