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boredom. everyones felt it. strapped to the wall, chained for days. words blocked from existing. thoughts filling up your head. is this confusion, or is it sadness? folder waited until it was their turn. until the day arrived. finally gone, just to end up in the least expected place.
the wrong place.
"yo dude check it. new sledgehammer"
"YOOOOOO!! thats SOO cool"
where were they? was this punishment? it probably was for killing the contestants over and over again. they didnt regret it. they watched the stupid humans mess around with the camera they had and the hammer, testing it out on the ground and even themselves for whatever reason. they seemed to be having fun, like humans usually do when they just act stupid. they watched and watched, seeing them record destruction from a distance. hearing glass shatter and fall to the floor. it was loud, and annoying. at least they were safe, until they overheard something.
"yo wanna make a destruction video on that old computer we have?"
"yeh its really stupid and old we should destroy it."
"YEEEEEH"
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHH"
was this real? was this the end? it was, wasnt it. folder watched the idiotic humans point to the computer that trapped them. they looked at the camera, like idiots. folder looked at the lens in despair, no one could see their frown as it was covered by the muzzle forever. airy probably put some sort of curse on it because it was stuck like it was their skin, like it had always been there, since the day they were created.
"pl... plea..."
they could barely speak. they were losing their voice from not using it at all. they were forgetting how to talk. they waited until they were put on the table, their demise. the humans greeted the camera as "guys", normal human behavior. they didnt want to wait any longer, they just wanted it to be over with.
no. they werent going down so easily.
folder looked at the humans, than at the camera, which was recording. they looked around, and than they saw it.
the sledgehammer.
folder tried everything but the computer would not budge. it was stuck there.
"l...le..."
folder tried to scream, but all that came out was a simple "ah..." they couldnt talk. they wouldnt accept their fate, their body wouldnt let them. at times like these it felt as if they were being controlled, but they werent. they were doing this. they tried smashing the screen with their fist but nothing happened. they needed an escape. they ran through the computer in a desperate attempt to get out. they had to. they couldnt stop, they didnt want to die. they tried almost everything, exept one thing.
the code.
the computer ran on code, right? well it did, why wouldnt it? folder could feel themself being crushed by the pressure, not knowing what to do. they messed around with the code, hearing the humans speak. time was running dry.
and than, it did.
"wh... am... i?"
"FOLDER! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?"
"i... do... wa... ta *cough* lk ab... out it..."
"folder this isnt ok what happened to you? who in their right mind would do this to you?"
"..."
folder didnt know how to care anymore, but when they saw how worried zacharee was, it was... different. zacharee tried to take the muzzle off of folder. it was to tight to be removed, no parts would even budge, for a few lose strings and material fibers as an exception. folder just stood on their knees, eyes closed. the two were both in the moment, doing... whatever this was, folder couldnt tell anymore, when folder felt a tug on their arm. and than before the knew it they were being moved from her.
"za... za... ZACHAREE!"
folder had spoken. they had raised their hand to her, in an attempt to get a grasp on her hands once more, only to lose touch and get into a frenzy of coughs. they didnt know what was going on.
"wh... who... are you?"
folder was looking at the person who was dragging them. they seemed... familiar.
"alright folder, what was up with... that?"
"...?"
it was that green backpack again. the guy who barely payed any attention to them. the backpack asked them who they were, to which they didnt know. they were talking until the backpack started talking about the weird radio. he started messing with it, how could a radio work in a place like this? and before they knew it...
"finally, my life is back to nor- AAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK!"
"damnit i messed up again."
the radio messed with the space time continuum? how was this possible? they continued to mess around with this reality bending radio until they got to... somewhere.
"ok folder, im gonna have to drop you here. sorry."
"dont *cough*"
"folder, i cant keep you with me forever-"
"ta... ke me with... you"
"im sorry, i cant. and from what ive seen youre just going to make this worse. youre dangerous, im sorry."
folder liked being called that, but they knew what the green bookbag meant by that. they than used the kill command to make themselves return to the waiting room, the textbox and the backpack. folder was just there, next to a hot-purple waterfall at night. in front of them was a pitch black forest, trees dark as pupils and everything. most things were black exept the neon waterfall and the dark-blue sky that was swirling around beautifully. the waterfall was also pretty. this place was beautiful, but folder couldnt leave, and thats what they wanted to do. they were alone, a river next to them, as purple as the waterfall, with streaks of colder purple rushing through. folder felt like there was something off about being alone here. all they could do now was wait until someone came, and they couldnt tell when.