He's had it--he needs to go home.  Mencia doesn't make it three steps into the hallway before wracking out into a small sob.  But he doesn't cry--of course he won't cry--simply trying to endure his way back to his room.  Mencia doesn't know what he needs, what he wants.  It's hard, so fucking hard, because in his heart, he knew that Mello was right.  And he hated admitting it, hated knowing it, but it was true.

There was no way out.  He was addicted to people--it's not like he could just quit them.  There were circumstances, extenuating things that made it an unsolveable problem.  How come Mello couldn't understand that?  It wasn't like he could just forget about Macabre--and it wasn't like he could just quit people without his boss.  They were both like drugs, stupidly sweet poison, and he'd follow them to the grave.

Damnit, damnit, damnit.

Mencia finally bursts through the door, slamming it behind him and leaning back against it, pressing his head into the dull wood with another choked sob.

And then, everything was normal again.  Like, the instant we stepped out of the room, it was like nothing had ever happened.

*He smiles, motioning towards the door.*  Kitchen's here, boss.

*And he opens the door--and gives a startled yell as some kind of force grabs both him and Macabre, throwing them into the room.  He gets up shakily, his eyes wide as he looks around for Macabre.*  H-hey, boss?  You okay?

*It's night.  So dark, it's almost black.  Mencia can't see the door.  And--worst of all.

They're in a cornfield.*

Hey.

Boss?

*Mencia knocks hesitantly on the door.  It's been a few days since the boss arrived, and he hasn't heard a peep from him.  Either Macabre was pissed, gone, or in trouble.  None of which was good for our resident sidekick.  Still, Mencia had a job to make sure that Macabre would be taken care of.  So, the small taptap of knocking resounds quietly over the hallway.*

You in there?  It's Mencia.

--really sucks.  I mean, someone should seriously just mark the rooms with what they do, instead of X's, you know?

*He pauses a moment, in thought.*

But then, the mansion would probably switch the rooms around, just to fuck us all over.

*Mencia laughs quietly, emerging into the hallway from the therapy room, Mello right behind him.*

*Mencia quietly carries Nearly outside of the Wonder room, before stopping dead the instant they got into the hallway.  He almost drops her out of shock as all the inhabitions and bad things come back.  He has to swallow hard, and force a small smile, before shrugging and tilting his head with a forced smile.*

....hell of a room, eh?

*Mencia looks towards the array of hallways, blinking somewhat and taking a step back.  This wasn't good.

Of course, being the superhero sidekick of the mansion, he generally met a lot of people, generally tried to help them out when he could.  But now, now he's royally screwed, because after helping the most recent addition to the mansion find a room, he's completely lost.

Scratching his head, he starts wandering.*

[[The following message is an e-mail that is lying in Mencia's cell phone memory, for hopefully sometime in the future, if and when he can get to a network and send it to Macabre.]]

 Boss,
Okay, either I'm going insane, or some really weird stuff's happening.  The rooms here aren't normal--and I don't mean like, magic or whatever, there's really something *not* right about it.  Like, this one place wrote things on our heads that went away when we left--and another weird place sent me in this danger room type place.  There've been people that have been changed to girls, for crying out loud.  

Speaking of which, there's this chick who works for Neutral, and what's more, I think she's some kind of FBI agent.  If Neutral did go over to the cops or whatever, we could have a problem.

Also, I left a self-destruct code on my computer information, in case anything happens to me.  It should initiate within fifteen days of inactivity.  The shut-down code is 

[encrypted | | unhackable]
MAIL JEEVAS
[end]

So, yeah.  If you wanted anything off of there, I suggest you find out some way to get this and enter that into file number 18579, at the beginning of line 14.

Thanks,
-Mencia

*He looks down to a small PDA in his hand, dully reading off the list presented on the small plasma screen.  Among the things on the list are 'kira supporters killed', 'family members killed', 'losses', 'victories', 'net worth', and so on.  Obviously something has just happened.

He's standing inside a large room, faintly-lit, and facing a large chair.  In the chair sat another young man, about Mencia's age, staring at him as he absorbed the details of Mencia's little speech.  Mencia's eye itches.  He wanted to take off of his goggles and scratch at it, but he didn't want to move until he was done.

This last raid on Kira base had been bad.  They'd lost too many people, and hadn't gained anything.  Mencia really didn't want to be where he was right now--reporting their losses to the boss.

Sure, he was the sidekick, which did grant him some immunity, but even Mencia didn't like to be around when the boss got mad.*

....and finally, an equipment loss totalling six thousand, four hundred and eighty-two dollars.

If I may, make a suggestion, Macabre?

[[ooc: just breaking in a new character here--this thread occurs before Mencia arrives at the mansion, back in his own world.]]