I'm Not A Simp.

It hasn't even been a full day since he's been gone, and I miss him. But at the same time it hurts that I miss him, something in my core is telling me to hate Brown, and yet, I just can't. Something is telling me to love him because a small part of me feels or knows that he's innocent.

Theirs been a lot of tension in the Alliance after his trial, our squad gets a lot of weird looks now. Squeakermans gone quiet and cameraman #789 hasn't been himself. Our squad leader doesn't let it show but the court verdict has definitely done something to him. My brother is annoyingly happy, for once I wish that he would get his head out of his ass.

I guess the only thing that hasn't changed has been #403, he's been the exact same which might have been due to him not really knowing Brown. We were waiting in our room and I was on my bed, we were waiting for whatever happens to our squad now.

We've been here since his ruling, and we haven't done anything since we got here. BANG BANG BANG. My brother was banging on the door, clearly not noticing the rooms tension. He gave up and walked to my bed.

'They can't keep us here forever.' He sat down on the bed next to me, Browns bed.

I didn't want to fight him about his seemingly good mood so I turned to look at Squeakerman, he was looking at the roof seemingly lost in thought. I was about to power off to kill time until the tv switched on. I shot up from my bed as I watched the screen.

It didn't say anything instead it read, 'the doors will be unlocked momentarily, we ask that Crook cameraman only leaves the room and head to floor 63 to room 48.'

Once the tv turned off the doors opened, our squad leader hesitated before stepping out. We all fixated on him as he walked out of the room, even when the doors closed. I didn't turn my gaze from the doors for a moment, I didn't feel like I should.

I didn't know how much time passed when he had returned, perhaps a few hours. Our squad leader has always been good at keeping his emotions in check, but he didn't do that this time. When he walked into the room his shoulders were slouched and his body was hunched.

His blue cap was seemingly missing, instead he had in his hand a crumpled green cap. There are 3 types of caps to signal status, blue are for capable leaders who can lead a small squad. Yellow are for leaders that can lead large squads and greens are for rookies and candidates in training.

I'm honestly surprised he wasn't removed from his position entirely. But now a new question plagues the air, what happens to us? Green caps aren't supposed to have their own squad which means we'll all be removed soon.

Even my brother lost his good mood upon seeing the new cap. Crook cameraman walked to his bed and sat down, staring at his new cap. He drowned in his own thoughts, I wish I could offer some sort of reassurance but I'm not sure how good it would be if I can't even support myself right now.

After a moment he placed his cap on the bed, the first time in a long time that I've seen him without a hat of sorts. He walked to the front of the room, and stared at us all for a second before signing, 'as of now we are no longer a platoon anymore.'

It was obvious but was still startling to hear. 'We will all be transported to a new squad, he is a yellow cap bearer called Yellow speakerman. Perhaps you've heard of him.'

'I will be working under him from now on and you all will follow his orders no matter how outlandish or how much you disagree with them.' He casted his gaze down.

'We begin tomorrow.' He walked towards his bed again, staring at his cap before lying down.

There was now an uncomfortable tension in the room, besides Squeakerman none of us have worked for another squad before. If a speakermam joining a cameramen squad was strange then a squad of cameramen joining a squad of speakermen was unheard of. I wonder why we're doing it.