Jokes from a Madman

A sudden noise of dripping water woke up the girl in this room. It's a not-too-shabby apartment room with a coffee table, a small kitchen, and two doors. The TV in the corner is on mute, playing re-runs of cartoons.

The girl rose quickly from her slumber, looking around wildly at her surroundings.

Where am I? How did I get here? She thought, slowly sliding out of the bed and onto the floor. Suddenly, violent flashes of memory struck her mind. Visions of a man she did not know, and a familiar face. Agent Four. Then, a cry of pain, and darkness.

The girl found herself on the floor, curled into a fetal position, with the ghost of memories left behind. She rose quickly, dusted herself off, and set off to look through the apartment.

Empty cupboards, empty closets, just about everything was empty in this place. Just as she turned towards the door (she'd checked which one was the exit) there was a loud static noise. She whirled around, to see that the television's volume had been turned to maximum, and it was on a static channel. She quickly hit the mute button, And as soon as she'd done that, a phone rang.

She turned around, followed the ringing noise, and set the phone on speaker-mode.

"H-hello?" She asked into the phone, half not expecting an answer. After mere moments of silence, there was a crackling noise, and a response from the other line.

"Hellooo? Is this Ms. Pink? What are you doing up at this hour? It's a weeknight!"

The woman, Pink, attained a confused expression, and started to respond.

"Who is this? Why did you call me?" Pink asked.

"Dearie, you seem stressed. Would you like to hear a joke?"

"No, I'd like to know who you are."

"Pink, listen to the joke. Once you finally get it, I'll tell you who I am."

Pink's mouth twisted into a little smile, before answering.

"Alright, tell me your joke."

"Knock knock"

"Who's there?" This is too easy, Pink thought.

"Betchoo."

"Betchoo who?"

"Betchoo didn't see this one coming."

There was a high-pitched noise from the other end of the phone, that blasted right into Pink's ear. The noise kept going, and soon rang through the entire apartment. Pink fell to the ground, her vision turning to a reddish tint, and she moved her hands to cover her ears. Just as she did so, she felt something warm and watery on her face. She looked at her hands, and saw that they were covered in blood.

"You see, Pink. Sound-waves can do many things for the brain. Just find the right pitch, and it can destroy everything."

Pink crawled across the floor, feeling the blood pumping in her ears as she moved. The phone was too far away at this point. Pink rolled over on her back, covered her ears with her hands, and hoped someone could save her at this point.

Just then, the noise stopped. Just, so abruptly. It just stopped. There was silence for a moment, and then the voice on the other line returned.

"Pink? Pink are you there?" A vary familiar voice, different from the other one. A voice that Pink knew in an instant.

"Four!" She cried weakly. "I'm here!"

"Pink! Are you okay? What happened?"

"There was a noise from the other end of the phone..It made my ears bleed."

"Sounds like a corrupt sound file." Four trailed off. "We'll be there soon Pink, don't move."

"Not a problem. I'm kinda bleeding out, so moving is an issue." Pink replied.

"We're heading your way."

"Great, I'll just be lying around." Something clapped from behind Pink, and she twisted her head to see it. Blonde messy hair, blue eyes, she immediately knew who it was. Felix Kjelberg.

"Now that...that was a really good joke." He added. There was a slamming noise from the other line, and something yelling,

"Don't you touch her, Felix!" Four yelled. Felix laughed, and made his way to the phone, looking back at Pink.

"I'm a bit disappointed that you killed my soldier on the other line, but no matter. This was fun, you'll have to meet up with us some time. The next party should be a lot of fun." Felix chuckled.

"I'll be right there, Pink! Don't worry, everything will be okay!"
"Bye now, Agent four."

"DON'T YOU DARE HANG UP ON M-"

"Agent Four, please. Calm down. I'm willing to give you our location."

"NOW."

"We're in room 107 of the apartment across from the agency. But you'll have to hurry. Within twenty minutes, a bomb I've set will detonate right under this flooring. With the entire building vacated, except for Ms. Pink here. But you'd better hurry, the clock started five minutes ago. Tick tock, tick tock."

A/N: Thanks for reading another chapter of Jokes from a Madman! I felt that I rushed this chapter, but maybe not, I really don't know. Once again, thanks for reading!

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