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Well.. that's one way to try and get out your room.
Make the people you already suffered through more work apparently.
Twos limbs were back to normal after those long weeks of suffering. Their room was a mess but they could fix that. Hopefully.
They sat at their bed. Tapping their foot.
What do they do now?
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Two couldn't hear the muffled voices of the others. They could audible hear Firey junior yelling at Winner for.. taking all the other cookies.. Loser was trying to back Winner uo while they argued..
Grassy had banged on the door not long ago. Seeing if it would burst open. Which it didn't.
They saw Liy on that.. Fourse..? Later on. Riding it with Firey junior while Winner and Loser had went to do something else..
They all had someone.
They weren't alone.
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It had been merely hours. When the sound of paper sliding on a floor perked their interest.
Specifically red.
"Two!"
"Price tag! My favori— well uh.." Two gasped, rushing over to the contestants.
"Have you been in here all this time? The rooms pretty.. cheap." Pricetag muttered.
"Only for a few weeks!"
"Oh."
"Is that bad?" Two frowned.
"I mean you have been bedrotting ever since.. uh.. Gaty was it? Disappeared?" Pricetag mumbled under their breath.
That had seemed to be a poor choice of words, Two held back a sob from their throat, turning away from the object.
"Oh— sorry Two! I didn't realize it was that personal for you!" Pricetag panicked, trying to reassure the number.
Two tilted their head back, looking at Pricetag. "I— just don't know— she's gone and I didn't do anything to help her! I left her in a kitchen and told her it'll be okay! And now it ISN'T!"
Pricetag sighed, moving closer behind them.
"You did what you could. That doesn't automatically make you a bad person, you helped alot of people!" Pricetag patted their back. A bit awkward gestured. But grounding them.
Two finally let the sobbing out if their system, crouching down to cover their face with their limbs better.
Pricetag shifted to their side. Sitting near the. Just them in the science of the room now.
"She was my first friend after I left my home. I don't know if anyone else actually.. sees me as one. Other than a host." Twos voice came out muffled from their hand.
"I see you as one." Pricetag smiled.
"What"
"I see you as a friend." Pricetag repeated. "Not as the host, or just an alien. People deserve to be recognized for being just one thing. But instead multiple things!"
"...Thanks Taggy."
"No problem Two!"
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