Amnesia and Star Child

Brad woke up.
What a night - he hadn’t had such a rough night in ages, he felt like he’d been tossing and turning all night and had gnashed his teeth away to nothing.
When he brushed his teeth he found he hadn’t of course, but that didn’t obliterate the fact that his jaw was aching.
With a yawn he scratched his groin and then got dressed in yesterday’s clothes, wondering whether it’d be fun to give Chester a scare - he had found a huntsman spider perched on the window after all, and it did seem a pity to just waste it.
Brad smirked deviously and cupped the spider safely in a jar he had found and hurried silently out his hotel room down to Chester’s.
Yes, that would liven him up - watching and laughing like a lunatic as Chester sits shrieking over a hairy little spider looking at him through eight little beady black eyes.
He opened the door a tiny bit and looked around, finding Chester still asleep, his semi naked form on show since the blankets had been kicked off the bed at some point in the night.
Apparently last night was a bit rough for him too.
Brad slipped into the room, almost laughing aloud at what he was doing - it was just like old times - good old times, before Mike had become... Become... What?
Brad stopped suddenly.
Something had changed in Mike and he wasn’t sure what it was... Something... Something had... What had changed?
The pause was only momentary; Brad soon shrugged off the feeling of uneasiness and was looming over Chester’s blissful face.
He really was a big baby, a sweet little human being - which was amazing since his past had been so harsh to him.
Now, here he was, sleeping so soundly.
“Not for long.” Brad whispered and shook the spider out of the jar and onto the pillow right in front of Chester’s face.
Brad grinned and hurried out of the room on tiptoes, closing the door and scurrying down the hall giggling to himself - just like a two year old.
Hell did that feel good!
Brad hurried on past Mike’s room, then stopped dead in his tracks.
He turned and looked back at the door then walked back over to it, and unable to contain his curiosity, Brad opened the door.
Mike was lying there, with his back to the door, fast asleep... Too asleep.
“Mike?” Brad called out tentatively, walking into the room slowly.
There was a rustle of movement, but Mike remained still.
“Mike... Shinnizle...?” Brad repeated, louder this time.
He stepped closer to Mike’s sleeping form.
The emcee appeared almost dead, his breathing was there, yes, it was there, but it was so slow - the man was too still.
“Mike - dude - snap out of it...” Brad shook Mike’s shoulder.
Mike barely stirred, his eyelids fluttered a bit and his lips parted slightly, but there was no other signs Brad had been heard.
Brad’s heart was suddenly racing - something was wrong - he could tell, he knew Mike - and Mike never slept in - never like this.
“Mike!” Brad shouted, roughly shaking the rapper’s inanimate form.
A sigh escaped Mike’s lips.
Nothing more.
Brad chewed his fingernail and then scurried like an alarmed mouse that had just been disturbed, out of the room, running to the only person he could think of who could explain Mike’s confusing behavior.
Suddenly a shriek pierced the air - Brad stopped dead in his tracks and cringed.
Oh, shit...
Well - Chester’s a no go...
Brad made a small sound halfway between a squeak and a grunt and promptly legged it back to his room - knowing full well that the sudden chaos would cause everyone to come running.

After awhile Brad gathered enough courage to come out of his room, having heard Phoenix saying he’d take it away and squish it.
Brad hesitated and took a deep breath, then ran up to Chester’s doorway where everyone was standing.
“Guys!” He said hastily.
Four heads turned to look at him.
“There’s something wrong with Mike...” Brad trailed off meekly, unsure of how else he could add to that.
“What do you mean?” Rob asked.
Brad shook his head and gestured for them to follow him.
Brad strode into Mike’s room, where Mike was still lying on his side, exactly the way Brad had found him in the first place.
“He’s sleeping. So?” Joe shook his head and glared at Brad as though he was a moron.
“Does Mike ever sleep in?” Brad snapped.
There was silence for a while.
“He’s just had a late night or something, bloody hell Brad - you’ll be barking at your own shadow eventually...” Phoenix snorted at last and shook his head, then headed back for the door.
Everyone filed out after him, leaving Brad alone, staring at Mike’s lifeless body.
“There’s gotta be something wrong with this...” Brad muttered aloud after a while and walked out, closing the door behind him.