D.N.A. - An Inanimate Insanity Darkfic

**[WARNING!]**

**[THIS STORY CONTAINS: BUGS, BODY HORROR, INHUMANE EXPERIMENTATION, ANIMAL CRUELTY, TORTURE, STOCKHOLM, SELF HARM, NEEDLES AND GENERAL VIOLENCE]**

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[ Paper POV ]

Groups sifted through boxes in the garage, finding sharp, metallic weaponry for the fight. Whatever could be put to use was grabbed without question. Metal poles, baseball bats, nails, screwdrivers, glass bottles, cutlery from the kitchen... Going so far as to take apart an old clock for its hands.

I found myself in the living room, eventually, assigning positions to everyone.

"...Most of us will gather in the main lobby, specifically Trophy, Taco, Baseball, Candle, and 4. In case anyone dies, we need 4 to revive them, so make sure to shield them. Smaller people will try and sneak off to find everyone if need be."

The plan was extremely simple. Distract Test Tube long enough to rescue everyone, then try to either apprehend her or keep her in place until the police can get to the island. The children, along with Soap, Tissues, Apple, Box, and Balloon, would stay at Hotel OJ.

"Microphone, you'll be stationed outside along with Pickle and 4s to keep watch and wait for the police to arrive. If things go haywire, we'll need someone to let those remaining at the hotel know."

"WHAT?" S growled, not particularly excited about his role, but saying nothing more as they grumbled and crossed their arms.

I scanned the crowd for any more arguments, and, as if I summoned it, Marshmallow's voice piped up.

"How did you even know it was Test Tube who did it?"

"Wh- Look around you!"

I flailed my hands around the room. Everyone turned, eyes each of their own colors set in pairs as they swept the area.

"Do you see her? I don't."

Marshmallow's lip curled down a little, and the other groups were slowly reconjoining with ours. "Is that really enough proof?"

I sighed, my usual stutter returning along with a few anxious trembles. My hands were put to work as they passed out the resources for what ultimately might become a war.

"I-I had my suspicions for a while, now. This has her written all over it. I had sent Knife and Fan out towards the area when Paintbrush went missing. We- We all know what happened to Fan. God knows where Knife is! He hasn't gotten in touch with me since!"

"Right..." Marshmallow murmured, turning her gaze back down.

I glanced to the clock warily, watching the hands move, before moving back.

"It's- It's almost time to get going. Does everyone remember the plan? Your positions?" I asked frantically.

The group nodded and I gave a breath of relief. "Okay. Take a few moments to mentally prepare yourselves."

Like that, people left to their chatter. Some jumping in excitement, others staying tense with worry. I shifted to Soap, nodding her over as I mouthed: "Can we talk?"

Soap gave me a soft smile, moving to meet me in the kitchen.

I stared down at her, my face unmasked and revealing that usual influx of anxiety and paranoia. Soap looked up at me, herself. It wasn't hard. I held barely an inch over her.

"You wanted to talk?"

I nodded, worming my arms to my sides as they crossed. "I-I don't know, I'm just really worried. What if I'm wrong? What if it's not Test Tube? Or- Or what if she overpowers us somehow?"