I'm Not A Simp.

I can't believe this, what the hell did I do! Everyone around us was looking in confusion and shock. Who is this guy and what's with the outfit, my squad leader walked between us and signed. 'And why do you think he's working with the Toilets?' 

The cameraman in the fedora eyed him for a moment, 'that's official business and none of your concern.' 

'No, I think it is my concern,' my squad leader got closer to him, 'your accusing a member of my squad for treason.' 

The cameraman in the fedora didn't sign anything, instead one of the guards he brought with him pointed his gun at our squad leader so he had to reluctantly back off. But his stance didn't change. 

'If you're interested,' the cameraman in the fedora started, 'you can go to the trial later today.'

He grabbed me by the cuffs and started walking me through the base like I was some dog, how familiar. I looked back at my squad, our squad leader, Squeakerman, and camerawoman #211 all had some tight stance while #211 had a shocked and worried posture.

Cameraman #212 and #789 didn't seem the least bit worried, I'd say they looked happy. And large cameraman #403 hadn't changed his posture an inch. The guards looking at them paused for a moment before following me and the fedora wearing cameraman.

I trudged through the base, catching the stares of everyone. We stopped upon a door before walking inside. There was nothing in there, only a table, a chair, and a single lightbulb. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous, I was panicking!

They sat me on a chair, and walked out of the room closing the door behind them. On the wall to my left was a one-way window to give the illusion of privacy. Thoughts started running through my head, 'what did I do!?' And, 'why am I being accused of treason!?' 

Was it the spy? Did they act without me knowing, but why against me? Did they know that I knew or maybe... I looked down at my legs. It has to be, it's the only reason. I started shifting in my chair uncomfortably.

In the prison, before it blew up, the Scientist Toilet operating the place said that the only reason the legs exist was so he could make an artificial cameraman but how much of that was true? The machinery is to sophisticated, to developed. Could it be that these are for the spy?

It would make sense, the spy just wants his property back after I stole it. I started tapping my foot uncontrollably, theirs just so much that I don't know yet. A few moments passed, then a few hours, and maybe a day or two. I don't know, I lost all sense of time since I walked into this room.

I could feel the gaze of the people behind the glass wall, taking an interest in everything I was doing. Are they expecting me to do something, is this room my new life? Eventually the door opened back up again, the fedora cameraman was gone and in his place were the two guards from before. 

They approached me, and forced me to follow them with one behind and one in front. No point in running. The Alliance building was strangely empty, there was no life from when I walked to the room before. 

We approached a new set of doors, we paused outside of them as one of the guards started opening the doors. Once they were open I had to momentarily look away as the brightness of the room overtook me.

Once my lens adjusted I could see inside, the room was filled with cameramen and speakermen all watching me from above as I walked inside, even the TV men were here. The room looked like a gladiator pit the only difference was that this is where I would be trialed and judged.

The speakermen and TV men that were talking, ceased the moment I walked in. Everyone in the Alliance was here, it's not everyday that someone is tried for treason. I could see certain pedestals for the important people of the Alliance.