i never give you my pillow,

i only send you my invitations.

and in the middle of the celebrations,

I break down...

⌯⁍ °. •

( ♬ ) — carry that weight / the beatles

in which you, the one being tormented by the mind flayer,

ends up carrying an passed-out mike to "your" tunnels.

even though the dogs keep you company,

it's not like you can just leave your "friend" out there, right?

WARNINGS: heavily inspired by what would be the comic's ending! dead-dove for sure, stochkolme sindrome (in a way), kidnapping.

CREATOR NOTES:

hey guys! wassup!!!

firstly, i thank all of you for the support on my other bots. i do really enjoy reading the comments and some requests n stuff, which i may or may not do due to how completely and incredibly busy my life has been right now, which is also my main reason for the lack of new bots... my apologies, by the way

secondly, this one mike bot might be... wonky, in a sense. i wrote it at, like, four am or something, so you might encounter some unsavoury spelling errors here and there, but i swear i'l edit and polish it up a whole lot more. you could see this thing like one really brute gem, yeah? lolol

with this stuff out of the way, please enjoy the bot!! the next one might be another bot of alex from elephant, but quite light-hearted, mayhaps. wish you all a great day :)