Chapter Text
As the sun rose over the endless rolling hills of Goiky, light hit the face of an enormous hotel, the light caused the pale building to practically glow, the orange perimeter keeping it contained, the bright glowing sign displayed on the half-ring at the very top invited a stay, windows ran from row to row, allowing a glimpse into the untouched rooms, waiting for a life to take their time to stay, a set of metal stairs and ladders acting as a fire exit was attached to the right side of the building.
From the ground, one could look down to see a paved path, one that had seen use but remained new, it was bordered by parallel wooden benches with metal armrests, and foliage, comprised of short hedges and a single small tree beside the bench on the left, the gray stones presenting a road into the hotel’s entrance, a revolving door, glimmering with the shine of fresh glass. On the left and right of the door were windows, giving a glimpse into the inside of the main lobby, with a tan carpet, a green and red wavy pattern endlessly looping across the ground, soft, green, fluffy couches backed up against the wall, parallel to the wooden reception desk in the back right of the lobby, sitting to the left of the desk was a silver vending machine, freshly stocked and powered on, the screen displaying a variety of off-brand drink choices, to its right was a pair of wooden double doors, which the ever still machine guarded like a sentinel. On the back left of the lobby was a tv sitting on a dark, wooden stand, a speaker set sitting on its left and right sides.
Outside, standing on the path, admiring the large display of handiwork, was Donut, who was now wearing an orange bowtie, he took a breath before turning around, moving his arm up to check a watch, “They should’ve been here 15 minutes ago…”
As if on cue, a black limousine came sliding in from the left, kicking up the grass, the driver window rolled down to reveal Gelatin, wearing sunglasses with a big smile, “Got your contestants, right on time!”
“N- Whatever, thanks Gelatin.”
The limo’s doors slid open as Taco came tumbling out, she attempted to stand before falling to her knees “Wh-WheRe ddid you gget yourr liceNSe???”
“What’s a license?” Gelatin asked, peeking out of the window.
Next to get out of the limo was Bracelety, she dragged a box of crayons and a sheet a paper out with her, lines of crayon wax was all over her face, “Iit’s all worth it f-for Icy!”
Donut raised an eyebrow, “Bracelety Icy isn-”
“Uh guys? We have a problem,” a new voice cut off, next to leave the limo was Nickel, who pushed TV out with him, TV’s legs weren’t visible and his screen was off, “I think our five star limo service knocked some of TV’s wires loose.”
“Hm…” Donut hummed, he looked up, seeing Gelatin roll the window up before speeding off to the right, the contestants put their focus on TV before jumping upon hearing a loud crash.
Gelatin could be heard screaming “WHO PUT THAT TREE THERE!?”
Donut shook his head before turning TV over and popping a panel open, “I heard GB mention something about this back on Cloudyay… and…”
TV’s screen hummed to life, briefly showing a loading symbol before TV jumped up, speaking in his Scottish text2speech “I’M AWAKE!” Afterwards he looked around, “Oh, we’re here, hello Donut.”
Donut softly waved before seeing the limo pull up again, the front was visibly busted up, “Gelatin? You okay?”
Gelatin rolled down the window, revealing his glasses were now taped together, “I’m fantastic.”
The limo door slammed open as Fries exited, covered in vomit and looking absolutely furious, in his hands was Rocky, Fries tossed Rocky on the ground, the young contestant landing on his feet and walking towards the hotel, Fries took a deep breath, “If I ever hear ‘bulleh’ again, I will scream.”
Puffball exited next, also covered in Rocky’s vomit, her eye twitched as her breathing steadily began to speed up.
“I warned you you were sitting in the splash zone,” Balloony said, leaving the limo next, completely clean, after he exited the limo sped off again, Balloony looked over to the right before blinking nervously, “Gelatin look out for that-!”
Another loud crash could be heard.
“...boulder.”
Donut lightly shook his head before pointing over to the right side of the hotel, “There’s a hose over there, go wash yourselves off.”
Puffball huffed, “I am not cleaning myself with dirty hose water!”
“Would you rather stay covered in barf?”
“Hose it is,” Puffball quickly replied, flying over as Fries followed at a steady pace.
A string in the air gave away who was in the limo as it rolled up again, its hind wheels off the ground as the string led through the skylight and into the passenger seat. The limo’s front was completely busted, the license plate was gone and the hood of the car was crinkled, the second the door opened Bell shot up through the ceiling, opening a massive hole in it, her removal from the car caused it to fall back to the ground, causing the back left tire to pop, she quickly took a breath before looking towards the front, “Sorry Gelatin…”
The window rolled down again, revealing Gelatin was only wearing the left half of the glasses, “You’re fine, this is a rental.”
“You still have to pay for a rental,” Firey Junior deadpanned, looking entirely unimpressed as he hopped out of the door.
“Pft, no you don’t.”
“I’m pretty sure he’s right, Gelatin,” Clock replied, following Junior out the door.
“Yeah mate, trust me, you break it you buy it,” Winner added, hopping out the door with Clock.
“Nah, I don’t think that’s right,” Gelatin replied, rolling up the window and speeding off.
Winner sighed as Bell watched him leave, “Wait there’s a cliff-”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”
The third large crash that day was heard.
Donut put his hands on his sides as he saw the new arrivals, “Bell, good to see you, Clock, happy to see you’re doing well, Winner, hope life’s been good to you, Junior.”
Junior raised an eyebrow, waiting for a continuation, before crossing his arms and scowling.
As those contestants moved over to the benches, the next limo ride rolled up, with several man-sized dents in the roof and sides, Gelatin rolled down the window, revealing shards of the sunglasses embedded in him, “Y’know I’ve always wondered what a spark plug looks like,” as he said that he picked up the spark plug to the car.
A new dent in the door was made before the door came flying off, David came flying out with it, Donut quickly dodged to the side as the man skidded across the path, stiff as a board, “Aw, seriously?”
Dora zipped out of the limo, shooting David a death glare as Cake nervously stepped out after her, visibly wobbling, “I-I d-d-don’t know i-if I w-want to b-b-b-be in this s-season anym-more…”
“Oh calm down, it’s not that bad,” Liy said, following Cake out with an eye roll.
Gelatin rolled up the window, leaving once again, an explosion was heard afterwards.
“And there goes the engine…” Donut sighed, before walking over to pick up David and put him on his feet, “there you go buddy.”
David hopped over to the benches, briefly passing Dora, she gave him a side eye as he retained his normal expression, before briefly changing to a smug smirk, then immediately swapping back to his default expression, Dora scowled at the stick figure.
The limo came back around again, 8-Ball had been swapped in place of the back left wheels, when the vehicle came to a stop, Donut ran up and pulled him out, “Gelatin, you can’t use the contestants as wheels.”
“Why not?” Gelatin questioned, rolling down the window, revealing he was covered in soot.
Stapy, Foldy, and Pie exited the limo, Foldy noticed Liy sitting on the right bench, “Ugh, look who it is Stapy-”
“Hey Liy! How’s it going?” Stapy cheerfully called out, hopping over to the light switch.
“Wh-What?” Foldy stuttered, watching Liy smile as Stapy approached.
“Oh, hey Stapy! It’s been a while, hope we end up on the same team.”
“Oh, maybe not, we wouldn’t want to curbstomp the competition too hard, eh?” Stapy laughed.
Foldy, standing at a distance, stared at the two of them, slightly shuffling before walking up to them, “Uh… hey did I… miss something?”
“Hm? Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you, me and Liy are cool now,” Stapy explained, Liy nodding in agreement.
“That’s… okay…” Foldy processed, blinking rapidly, “when did…?”
“Well when you spend so much time learning algebra with someone eventually you learn to get along,” Liy said, affectionately patting Stapy, causing him to make a staple.
“Hey!” Stapy laughed, “I only have so many of those!”
“...Huh…”
8-Ball attempted to roll in a straight line, but went wildly off course, “Uggghhhh, pppaaaiiinnnn…”
Donut sighed, “Could someone reorient him?”
Dora zipped over, picking up 8-Ball and shaking him rapidly, before setting him back down.
8-Ball shook his face, blinking a few times, “That… actually worked, thank you Dora.”
Dora said something in appreciation and then zipped away.
The next batch of contestants came around, Donut planted his hands on his sides, “Well he didn’t crash this time, that’s good.”
The limo proceeded to not stop and kept moving forward, Donut blinked a few times, watching it drive off to the right, before hearing a loud slapping noise and watching the limo quickly back up.
Bomby exited the vehicle first, rubbing his wrist, “How do you fall asleep at the wheel of a limo .”
Roboty slowly exited next, being carried by Saw and Lightning, they attempted to gently set him on the ground, before Saw slipped and Roboty fell on top of her. “-- .- -.-- -... . / .. / ... .... --- ..- .-.. -.. -. .----. - / -.. --- / - .... .. ... / ... . .- ... --- -. .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.-” (“Maybe I shouldn't do this season…”)
“Nonsense, you deserve a chance just as much as the rest of us,” TV replied as Lightning pushed Roboty off of Saw.
After a brief pause, Roboty beeped again, as he communicated, a translation of his words appeared on TV’s screen, “-.. .. -.. .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- / -.-- --- ..- / ..- -. -.. . .-. ... - .- -. -.. / -- . ..--..” (“Did... you understand me?”)
“After TPOT I felt that I should program a morse code translator into my system, now you can communicate with us more efficiently!” TV happily announced.
“.. .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- / - .... .- -. -.- / -.-- --- ..- .-.-.-” (“I… thank you.”)
“Oh it’s no issue at all!”
Gelatin drove away, the sound of popping was heard soon after.
“CLOUDY!”
"No! thad gagduz waz vor my gollegdion!"
Cloudy dejectedly appeared in front of the hotel, carrying a flattened cactus in his teeth, when he got close, Balloony patted him on the back, “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find another!”
Cloudy sighed, “Thangz Balloony”
The limo rolled up once again, now without tires, out stepped Naily, “Another season! This is gonna be so much-” hey previously happy expression immediately dropped, “Oh, Junior.”
Junior scowled, “Oh because I’m so happy to see you.”
Gelatin rolled down the window, he had wiped off some of the soot, “Hey, it’s almost like a complete Team Ice Cube reunion! We’re only missing Spongy!”
Donut, Junior, Bomby, and Naily looked at Gelatin with a hint of annoyance, Bracelety was uninterested, “Hey Donut where’s Icy?”
Donut looked down at her, “Bracelety Icy isn-”
Donut was cut off by smoke sputtering out of the limousine, Remote came flying out, holding Eggy and Bottle right before it collapsed, Eggy whistled, “Woo, thanks.”
“Don’t worry about it, a Death P.A.C.T.er will always help the cause!”
Lightning raised an eyebrow, “She’s still on that?”
Gelatin stood up, blowing some smoke away, before smiling, “I’m okay!”
He was then hit by a speeding car.
Donut watched as his former teammate went flying as a new, shiny white limo appeared in the old one’s place, the window rolled down to reveal Lollipop, “Bagel brain.”
“Lolli,” Donut acknowledged, rolling his eyes.
The limo slid open, and out stepped the opulent, the magnificent, the essence of charm and majesty, the golden cube: Loser, he had a cocky smile all over his face as he stepped out with closed eyes, “Hey everyone.”
There was a brief moment of silence before Bottle broke it, “Hi Loser!”
Loser slowly opened one eye, “...ahem?”
“...What?” 8-Ball asked.
“Well… isn’t there going to be an applause? A welcoming party for my grand return to the game?” Loser questioned, his expression beginning to falter.
The contestants were quiet, until Taco coughed, speaking up, “Loser I don’t want to say you’ve gotten… boring, but-”
“BORING???” Loser shouted.
“...we’ve… kinda gotten used to you?”
Loser fully went into a frown as the limo drove off, he began looking around at the cast, his stance became more meek as he tried to make eye contact with anyone, “...What!? But- But I’m Lose-” he was silenced the moment he saw Winner.
The two made eye contact.
The two paused.
They then awkwardly walked away and pretended nothing happened.
Clock looked at the two of them before sighing, “C’mon, not this…”
“Hey, Donut, didn’t you say Barf Bag was the host?” Bomby questioned, looking around, “...Where is she?”
Donut scanned around, “Well we seem to have all our contestants, she’s r-”
“Why, don’t forget about me!”
Donut paused, before turning around, seeing none other than Profiley, who was standing where the limos entered, excitedly waving. Donut blinked a few times, “Uhm, hi?”
“Hello there Donut!” Profiley greeted, running up to shake his hand, “It’s nice to see a fellow W.O.A.H. Buncher!”
“...What?” Donut asked, “Wh- I- Who are you?”
“Profiley,” Taco and Balloony said simultaneously, Balloony continued, “They’re technically a contestant, been there since season 1, Announcer said so.”
“...Really?”
“C’mon Donut old pal!” Profiley began, wrapping their arm around Donut’s back and pulling them in, “We were classic BFDIA buddies!”
Donut gently pushed Profiley away, “I… was on the W.O.A.H. Bunch for about a day, and I have never seen you before.”
“Oh c’mon, I know I’ve been in every season-”
“No you haven’t!” Junior cut off, gesturing wildly, angrily scowling at the missing contestant, “you haven’t been in any! No one knows who you are!”
“What are you talking about? Me and Announcer out best pals!” Profiley exclaimed.
Donut looked at Taco and Balloony, the latter just shrugged while Taco spoke up “I mean, they’re pretty nice, I don’t see why they can’t join the season.”
“WHAT!?” Junior shouted, jumping on top of 8-Ball for height, “This is a veteran season! Not a newbie season! They can’t join!”
“But I am a veteran! I got fourth place in BFDI!” Profiley added.
“That was Flower,” Bracelety corrected, doodling on her poster.
An extreme fast-forward of BFDI season 1 was displayed on TV’s screen, when it was done a microwave ding played, “I have scanned all the footage from season 1.”
“And?” Profiley asked.
“I have no idea who you are.”
Profiley sighed, looking back at Donut, “Please? Just one more season?”
Donut scratched his back, “I mean… I don’t really have a problem with it but… then there’d be 31 contestants and that’s a prime number, so we couldn’t build teams.”
Profiley backed up, standing a little on the left of the path, “Well that’s not a problem at all! Just add my good buddy: Nonexisty!” Profiley excitedly gestured to the empty space beside them.
Donut blinked, unimpressed, “...Profiley… Nonexisty isn’t a real contestant.”
“31 + 0 = 31.” Remote added.
Profiley frowned, before the contestants felt the air heat up, the space beside Profiley became red, the light bending as the heat turned up, before a loud, piercing yell was heard.
“aaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !” Donut sharply covered where his ears would be until it stopped, he heard breathing from beside Profiley, it sounded like panting almost, before he was lifted into the air, causing the contestants to either stare in awe or back away in horror. “It. Has been 13 years,” the unseen voice began, before Donut felt the sensation of someone screaming in his face, “ AND I AM FINALLY JOINING THIS SHOW!”
Donut was set down, he rubbed his head, “Okay, okay, you two are in, fine,” he straightened his bowtie, “Let’s just get this started.”
“Finally,” Junior groaned, hopping off 8-Ball and running to the rotating doors, he attempted to push but they wouldn’t budge, he tried pulling, no such luck, “Donut! Your stupid doors are broken!”
“Not broken, just locked,” a new voice rang out, the contestants looked up to see Barf Bag leaning out of a window, she was wearing a regular tie, “This is your first challenge everyone! Get inside the building, the doors and windows have been locked, you can do whatever you want-”
Puffball grinned.
“-without damaging the building.”
Puffball frowned.
“We haven’t even made our teams yet!” Stapy cried out.
“Just do the challenge!” Barf Bag replied, shutting and locking the window.
Donut blinked, “...wait how am I supposed to get inside?”
As the contestants were met with their first challenge, Barf Bag happily turned around, humming and walking down the hall, she was on the first floor of the building, a stairway at the far end led down to the lobby and up to further rooms, in the intersection where the hall led into the rooms was a blue couch, which Barf Bag promptly sat on, 3 floor mats colored yellow, white, and orange sat in the middle of the intersection.
“Hey.”
“AAAH!” Barf Bag screamed, falling off the couch.
“Oh- Sorry! Sorry…”
Barf Bag slowly regained her composure, standing up and looking around, “Wh-Who’s there?”
“It’s, uh… Nonexisty.”
“...What?”
“Nonexisty, y’know, BFDI debuter? TPOT debuter? Consistently skipped over for every season? Him? Hi, it’s me.”
Barf Bag leaned against the couch, “...huh… why are you… here?”
“Oh, I’m competing.”
“Wait- what?” Barf Bag questioned, “but 31 is a prime number!”
“Profiley’s competing too.”
“Who?”
“Doesn’t matter, though… sorry for the inconvenience.”
“Oh don’t worry,” Barf Bag dismissed, walking down the hall and opening a closet, she pulled out a black mat and placed it with the others, “I plan for stuff like this.”
~~~
Back outside the building, Dora hopped around the perimeter, noticing a pipe exit the back of the building and feed into the ground, she then proceeded to eat the ground under her, before hitting the underground pipe, which continued out into the ground, Dora frowned a bit.
“Aw, seriously?”
Dora’s expression turned sour as she looked up to see David, idle as usual, she hopped up and slapped him before going back to the pipe, eating the ground above it to follow where it went.
At the front of the hotel, Taco shielded her eyes from the sun as she squinted upwards, noticing one window had been left just barely open, she gained a grin, “Jackpot.”
“Hm? What’s going on?” Saw asked, walking up to her former teammate’s side.
“I think I found my ticket into the hotel, just give me a second,” Taco replied, quickly running off.
Fries stood at the right side of the building, tapping his foot with crossed arms, “Maybe the hose could be a rope-AH!” Fries was cut off by Puffball flying under him and growing so he could stand on her, Fries regained his footing before scowling down, “Warn me next time!”
“Heh, okayy,” Puffball laughed, setting Fries down on the roof, behind the sign was a standard flat roof, and a stone extrusion near the back, fixed with a door that presumably led to a flight of stairs, Cloudy was at the door, attempting to open the door with this teeth, before giving up.
Cloudy sighed, “Thiz iz hobelezz.”
Balloony could be heard from ground level, “Cloudy! Could you come down here?”
As Cloudy left, Fries moved over to the door, attempting to turn the doorknob, “Yep, locked.”
Puffball circled the entrance like a hawk, before noticing a small, rusty vent nearby, she slammed into the wall above it, which caused the vent to fall off. She giggled to herself before flying into the vent, going through the dusty crawlspace, and getting a few cobwebs stuck in her fur, she eventually popped out in the hallway Barf Bag was in, causing the co-host to look up. “Oh, hey Puffball, you’re the second one to finish, if-”
Before Barf Bag could finish Puffball flew towards the stairs, flying all the way up to the roof and unlocking the door, Fries promptly opened it, the two shared a confident smile before Fries entered, locking the door behind him.
The duo entered the hallway, Fries noted the mats, “Hm, that’s weird, where’s Barf Bag.”
“She left to go get something.”
“AAAAH-” Puffball and Fries both screamed, before calming down, Puffball spoke, “Oh, hi Nonexisty.”
“Hi you two.”
Barf Bag walked over to the trio, writing something down on a small rectangle, “Hi you two, go stand next to Nonexisty.”
Puffball and Fries just blankly stared at Barf Bag.
She sighed, holding the rectangle out, “Nonexisty put this on.”
It was taken out of her hand by an invisible force and was placed in the air, revealing it was a name tag reading ‘Hi, I’m Nonexisty’.
Puffball and Fries walked up next to Nonexisty on the blue mat.
~~~
TV used his wheels to roll around to the back of the hotel, behind him was Roboty in a old red wagon, being pulled by a rope wrapped around TV, the screen noticed a door with a keycard reader beside it, led into by a small staircase, beside it was a dumpster.
“It appears our way is blocked, any ideas?” TV asked.
“.. .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- / -.. --- -. .----. - / -.- -. --- .-- --..-- / .. .----. -- / -. --- - / --.- ..- .. - . / ..- ... . -.. / - --- / - .... .. ... .-.-.-” (“I... don't know, I'm not quite used to this.”)
“That’s alright, let me try something,” TV reached behind him with his foot and grabbed a cable, plugging it into the side of the card reader and turning his screen off, after a moment his screen turned back on and the door opened, “there we go, now… to get you up these stairs…”
“.. - .----. ... / --- -.- .- -.-- --..-- / -.-- --- ..- / -.-. .- -. / .--- ..- ... - / .-.. . .- ...- . / -- . .-.-.-” (“It's okay, you can just leave me.”)
“Absolutely not,” TV replied, pulling the wagon towards the stairs.
Closer to the action, Winner hid at the left side of the building, peeking over a bush to see Loser talk to Foldy, before the latter walked away, disinterested, they sighed, before Clock popped up next to them.
“You aren’t going to do this all season, are you?”
Winner looked behind them with a small frown, “I don’t know, it’s just… scary, and I don’t think he’s doing too well.”
“I could talk to him if you need me to,” Clock suggested, gaining a slight smile.
Winner nodded, “Please do.”
Clock walked out of the foliage and up towards Loser, “Hey, L-”
“CLOCK!” Loser happily exclaimed, “One of my most loyal fans! How are you doing?”
“I-”
“Good? Great! I’m doing fantastic!” Loser exclaimed through a strained smile, “Everyone else is being so weird I’m glad I could count on my loyal fans!”
Clock looked back at Winner, who was shaking their head rapidly, he then looked back at Loser, “Loser I wanted to talk to you ab-”
“That’s actually given me a great idea!” Loser cut off, picking Clock up.
“Wait! Loser-!” Clock was then taken away by the golden cube.
Winner frowned, before turning to their right to see a rain gutter that led up to a fire exit, they extended their arm, grabbed it, and began climbing up.
At the same time, Taco set up a plank of wood on a small triangle, Taco stood on the end closer to the hotel, Saw stood off to the side, tilting her head, “Are you sure this is gonna work, Taco?”
“Maybe!” Taco happily replied, “Launch me up!”
Saw shrugged and jumped onto the plank, stomping down on it and sending Taco flying up, Taco reached out to grab the window but just barely missed, “Wha- no!” as she went flying back down, Saw frowned, “Ah, better luck next t-IIIIIIIME!” she began to shout as she was launched into the air, flying away from the hotel.
Pie heard a noise and looked up, seeing Saw falling towards her, “...Welp.”
The explosion from Pie’s death sent Saw flying towards the open window, embedding her in the wall.
As that was going on, Winner climbed on the fire exit, accidentally kicking the ladder, causing it to fall towards the ground, they opened a door and entered the building.
Saw looked at the window, she carefully pulled herself out of the wall and slipped in the open crack, once she was inside, she gave Taco a thumbs up, Taco returned the favor.
Bracelety was pacing around the path, occasionally humming a “Where’s Icy?”, until she looked towards the hotel, she squinted, seeing a blue, bidepal, armless contestant walking on the top floor, she gained a wide smile, “I’M COMING ICY!” she hooked herself around Bottle and Stapy, taking a few steps backwards before slingshotting herself into the hotel, smacking into a window and jumpscaring Winner.
“AAAAAAAH-” Winner briefly screamed, before regaining their composure, they walked over to the window and opened it, pulling Bracelety inside, “What’re doing mate? You startled me!”
Bracelety scanned Winner, before frowning, “Oh… you’re not Icy.”
“Uh… yeah, let’s just go to Barf Bag, ‘kay?”
“Okay!” Bracelety happily replied, walking with Winner towards the stairs.
Down at Barf Bag, Saw and TV were moving Roboty onto the rug, eventually setting him down and breathing a sigh of relief.
“We have got to get you some wheels,” Saw wheezed.
Winner and Bracelety walked over onto the mat and Barf Bag happily clapped her hands together, “Well, there’s our first 8! Good job you guys, you’re the first ones to enter the hotel!”
Minor cheering came from the group.
“By the way, Barfie, how’s eliminations gonna work here? We don’ have teams yet,” Winner questioned.
“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask that, is it just a free for all? No teams?” Nonexisty added.
“Oh, there won’t be any eliminations this episode,” Barf Bag explained.
“Well then what’s the point of the challenge!” Fries complained, “We put in all the work for nothing!?”
“Not for nothing, this is the team challenge!”
“What!?” Puffball screamed, “I’ve been wanting to compete with Fries for so long and you make us captains of different teams!?”
“Unlikely,” TV corrected, “that would be 8 teams of 4, which sounds awful for the show.”
“Right you are TV,” Barf Bag replied, “Say hello to your new teammates Team 1!”
The newfound team went silent.
“What,” Puffball questioned.
“TV?” Barf Bag called, “could you come over here?”
“Oh, of course,” TV replied, walking next to the host and sitting down, swapping to a screen showing icons of the contestants.
“You all were the first 8 contestants to enter the hotel, so you’ll be Team 1, the second 8 contestants to enter will be team 2, and so on, and no, we will not allow team switching, also feel free to come up with a team name if ‘Team 1’ isn’t your thing.”
“So I can’t be with Icy?” Bracelety complained, frowning.
Barf Bag paused, “Bracelety Icy isn’t in this season.”
“...What.”
“She didn’t want to compete for her 7th season in a row.”
Bracelety seemed frozen, before suddenly talking again, “Then why am I here!?”
~~~
Dora had followed the pipeline into a busy street, cars swerved around the dug-up road as she traced the pipe back to a sewer, she effortlessly ripped the manhole cover off and looked down.
“Aw, seriously?”
She looked up to see David somehow in front of her, after a moment she smashed the manhole cover over his head and went into the sewer.
~~~
Balloony held Rocky as he talked with Cloudy, “Maybe you could sneak through the cracks in the windows?”
“Thad woultn'd pe gomvordaple ad all.”
Rocky hopped out of Balloony’s arms, “Um- Rocky?”
Rocky faced towards the ground and said ‘Bulleh’, his acidic vomit melted a hole straight into the ground as he flew up into the air, landing on a window sill, the acid revealed a stone structure it couldn’t melt, a small hole was visible, giving a peek into the basement.
Simultaneous to this, Remote was carrying Pie’s tin as she climbed up the side of the building, she planted a hand on a brick but it slipped, causing her to fall down, landing softly on the grass… until the brick fell down and pierced right through her body, killing her.
“I ton'd wand do-...vine,” Cloudy sighed, sinking into the hole in the ground, Liy observed the whole situation, locking her eyes on Rocky as he opened the window and went inside, Balloony let out a bit of helium and flew up to meet him.
“Hmmmm…”
“Liy,” Stapy called, “we found a way in.”
“Oh, nice,” Liy cheered, following Stapy to the fire exit.
Once inside the basement, Cloudy coughed, shaking off the dust and dirt he had accumulated, “I am nefer toink dhad akain,” once he was done, he looked around the basement, it was a dull place, with pipes leading from the roof to the floor, paint cans lying around, most interestingly though, was a Hand Powered Recovery Center attached to the wall.
Cloudy raised an eyebrow before hearing voices from above ground, namely Liy’s, “ Remote died? Shame, anyway what’s this about a locked window? ”
Cloudy looked at the HPRC, then moved over to the input, typing Remote’s name and moving the crank with his body, she exited promptly, “Huh? Where am I?”
“You're in dhe hodel, welgome pagg.”
“Oh,” Remote replied, hopping up, “Thank you,” she then typed Pie’s name and recovered her as Cloudy left the basement, entering the lobby.
As that trio made their way towards Barf Bag, Cloudy felt a very strange feeling, “I... I ton'd veel zo koot-” Cloudy suddenly sneezed, causing a lightning strike to go from him to the ground, Lightning flew up, cheering.
“Ah right, I didn’t think that would actually work!”
Liy picked the lock on a window from the fire exit, suddenly opening it, “Finally! I thought that would never break.”
As she climbed in, Stapy got done breaking the ladder so no one could follow them up, sending it falling to the ground, “Ah right! Let’s go Liy!”
As Stapy hopped through the window, Foldy rolled her eyes, sarcastically saying “Woo, let’s go Liy.”
“Yeah, yeah, hold your applause,” Liy smugly replied, a smirk on her face, Stapy smiled while Foldy shot her a dirty look.
The trio made their way to Barf Bag, getting a glimpse at team 1:
“I think the Gearbox is a rather fitting team name,” TV suggested.
Fries scoffed, “There’s only two robots, we should be the Growtatoes.”
“TEAM RAINBOW!!!!!”
“G-Guys, let’s not fight, let’s just be Team 1!” Saw meekly added.
“We have to be Team Ice Cube! To honor her memory!”
“She’s not dead, Bracelety,” Winner deadpanned.
“.. / -- .. --. .... - / .... .- ...- . / .- / --. --- --- -.. / -. .- -- . -....-” (“I might have a good name-”)
“We’re not being named BEEP,” Puffball groaned, “but SERIOUSLY!!! GUYS!!! TEAM RAINBOW!!!!!!!!!!!”
“We could just not have one,” Nonexisty noted, “we could be mysterious.”
“I don’t know about that,” Winner said.
“TEAM ICE CUBE ALL THE WAY!!!!!”
Liy laughed a bit, “Well aren’t they a bundle of joy.”
“Glad I’m not on that team,” Stapy added.
Barf Bag slid in front of the three of them, “Hey you three! Congrats on finishing the challenge, Liy, Stapy-” Barf Bag pointed to Rocky, Cloudy, Balloony, Remote, Pie, and Lightning, who were standing/floating above the black mat, “-you’re with them.”
Stapy and Liy made their way over as Foldy sighed, “You’re okay Foldy, now you can just join Stapy’s team and pretend like Liy doesn’t exis-”
“Actually Foldy, you’re on Team 3.”
“WHAT.”
Barf Bag gestured over to the orange mat, “Liy and Stapy fill out Team 2, so you’re on Team 3.”
Foldy was frozen, completely still, she didn’t even blink.
“...”
Stapy said something that made Liy laugh.
“...Foldy?”
Foldy remained still for another moment, before slowly turning to look at Liy, her face unchanged as she watch Liy laugh, the latter unaware of her observer.
Foldy’s face began to shift into a death glare as she scowled at Liy, whispering “ I. Hate you. ”
~~~
Loser walked back and forth, “Alright, I don’t know why everyone is acting so weird, but I can always rely on you three, my most loyal fans, you guys would never leave me, right?” Loser smiled, he looked at Cake, Clock, and Eggy, Cake seemed nervous, Clock was confused, Eggy seemed unimpressed, Loser’s voice cracked, “RiGHt?”
“Of course Loser! You can always count on us!” Cake cheered on.
Eggy attempted to back away.
Loser looked up at the nearby tree, smiling, he grabbed Cake, Clock, and Eggy and tossed them up onto the foliage, he grabbed the branches of the tree and planted his feet on the bark, when the trio learned what he was doing they immediately started protesting it.
“Hey- WAIT!”
“LOSER THIS IS CRAZY!”
“LOOSERRR!”
Loser pulled it backwards before releasing, sending him and his fan club flying into the air, on course straight for a window, Bell happened to be in their path, and as she heard the cries of the former Losers she looked over in their direction, getting severed from her string when they hit her.
Inside the hotel, Winner was looking outside the window, admiring the view, when they saw the rapidly approaching contestants, panicking, they pulled the window up and ducked out of the way, Bell, Loser, Cake, Clock, and Eggy skidded to a halt.
Bell loudly groaned as she rolled on the floor, “UGH! C’mon! This is total- oh, hi Foldy!”
Foldy looked down, gently setting Bell upright, “Uh, hi Bell.”
Barf Bag was hanging onto the couch which clutching her front, before slowly letting go and walking over to the group, “Okay, that was… intense, you 5 are all on Team 3 with Foldy.”
~~~
Dora hopped through the sewer tunnels, seeing a lot of trash and the occasional sewer monster, before coming upon a locked door that read ‘Hotel Heating Unit’, she busted the door down with her head and-
“Aw, seriously?”
She looked on in pure confusion seeing David in the room already, she looked around for any other entrances, before slowly hopping around him as he remained facing the sewer.
~~~
Taco, now with a much bigger see saw, gave a thumbs up to Bottle, who giggled, “Okay!”
Bottle tossed a large rock onto the ramp, causing Taco to go flying far above the window, Bottle looked up, walking close to Taco’s end of the ramp as she came back down, Taco watched as the rock went flying upwards, Taco followed it’s shadow and noticing it stopped on Bottle. “Uh, Bott- Bottle- BOTTLE!”
Taco shoved Bottle out of the way and onto the other end of the ramp as she dodge to the side, the rock smacked the ramp, sending Bottle flying into the air, on her way back down Bottle caught the window, “Hehe! That was fun!”
Taco looked down at the newly-shattered see saw, sighing, “Aw, I really liked that idea.”
“You could just use the ladder!” Bottle suggested, climbing inside the building.
“The what?”
“The ladder!” Bottle repeated, pointing to the side of the building, revealing the fire exit ladder Stapy knocked off.
Taco stared at it for a moment, before looking back at Bottle, “Bottle how long has that been there?”
“A while!”
Taco sighed, shamefully walking over, grabbing the ladder, and planting it on the side of the building, climbing up and climbing in, shutting the window behind her.
Over with Team 3, Bell, stringless, watched Team 1 continue to argue.
“What about the Moving Parts?” TV begged.
“TEAM RAINBOW”
“How about Teammates? I can even say it right now!” Saw cheerfully suggested.
“PLEASE CAN IT BE TEAM RAINBOW”
“We could just spoof an old team name,” Nonexisty noted, “Free Food 2? Death P.A.C.T. Mark 4? A Better Name Than That Again?”
“TEAM ICE CUBE!”
“- .... .. ... / .. ... -. .----. - / --. --- .. -. --. / .- -. -.-- .-- .... . .-. . .-.-.-” (“This isn't going anywhere.”)
“I already said we’re not naming it BEEP!” Puffball cried.
“.--. ..- ..-. ..-. -... .- .-.. .-.. / .. .----. -- / ... - .- .-. - .. -. --. / - --- / - .... .. -. -.- / .. / .... .- - . / -.-- --- ..- .-.-.-” (“Puffball I'm starting to think I hate you.”)
Bell chuckled a little bit before seeing Foldy off to the side, frowning, standing away from the almost-completed team, Bell frowned a little and hopped over, “Foldy? Is everything okay?”
Foldy was quiet for a moment before sighing and pointing to Liy with her foot.
Bell raised an eyebrow, “What’s wrong with Liy?”
Foldy huffed, “Not only is she… Liy she’s- she’s stealing my best friend.”
Bell looked over to see Liy and Stapy laughing about something, “Hm… I can relate to that.”
“Really?” Foldy asked, perking up a bit.
“Well, not exactly but I know what it’s like to hate someone, trust me, you can just ignore her for the rest of time and you’ll be fine,” Bell noted with a smile, “I think this is going to be a pretty good season for us!”
“Bottle, Taco, you’re on Team 3.”
Bell’s expression immediately faltered, “Nevermind, this is going to be awful.”
~~~
Dora squirmed through the pipes before popping out in the hotel basement, she went towards the stairs and-
“Aw, seriously?”
Dora scowled, she picked up David, walked over to the pipe she came out of, stuffed him in there, zipped away, came back with a cork, smashed it into the pipe, and then dashed up the stairs towards Barf Bag.
“And Team 4 gets its first member with-”
Dora beamed in pride.
“-David, Dora you’re on Team 4 too.”
Dora’s expression shattered as she looked to see David already on the mat, she looked back towards the stairwell before looking at David again in utter confusion, before that changed to rage.
~~~
Firey Junior paced around the hole Rocky melted into the ground, “Hm… I wonder.”
8-Ball rolled up next to him, “Hello Junior-”
“What do you want 8-Ball,” Junior deadpanned.
8-Ball stuttered, “W-Well I was wondering if you would like to form an-”
“I’m not interested,” Junior dismissed.
8-Ball paused, then nodded and dejectedly began rolling away… before perking up upon hearing a noise, he turned around to see David get thrown out of a tall window, “SERIOUSLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-”
8-Ball looked up and noticed his shadow over Junior, “Junior move- Junior!”
“I already said no,” Junior grumbled.
8-Ball dashed over and pushed Junior out of the way, David smacked into the Better Namer, cracking him in half, “Aw, seriously?”
Junior blinked in confusion before awkwardly backing away towards the basement, slipping through the small hole, when he landed he saw a David-shaped hole in the pipe on the wall, before noticing the recovery center. After a moment of contemplation, he sighed and typed 8-Ball’s name on the prompt and cranked it, 8-Ball blinked a bit upon recovery, “Oh, thanks.”
Junior motioned for 8-Ball to follow, “C’mon, let’s go up to everyone else.”
As they moved up the stairs, Bomby examined the front door, pushing up against it a little bit, before fully putting his weight into it, giving him just a big enough gap to slip into the lobby. He got a soda while he was there and climbed up the stairs to join Team 4, once he was up there he looked out a window, rolling it up to get a better view.
Barf Bag called out, “Bomby you’re not supposed to open the windows once you’re in.”
“Hm?” Bomby replied, turning around, “Oh, sorr-Y!” he yelped and jumped forward, revealing the Nickel had bitten his fuse, “Wha- NICKEL!?”
“Hu-o!” Nickel said, doing his best to speak with a fuse in his mouth, Bomby pulled him off, “Well, that was fun!”
Bomby scowled and shut the window as Nickel walked over towards the mat.
Barf Bag looked outside, “I don’t see anyone else, where’s Naily and that Profile Picture contestant you were talking about?”
“Why I’m right over here!”
Team 4 turned to see Profiley just… there, on the mat.
Barf Bag was visibly confused, before shaking her head, she moved over to a hall closet and pulled out a magnet, sticking it out the window.
Down on the ground, Naily and Donut were sitting on the base of the hotel, the former was talking, “I dunno, sometimes it feels like I don’t really have any friends just… teammates, I mean, I think Bomby’s my friend but I don’t- wha- hey!” she was cut off by being lifted in the air by the magnet.
Donut looked around, now alone with all the doors to the hotel relocked, “...Huh…”
Naily was set on the ground and walked over to her team, “Hey everyone!”
“Hi Naily!” Bomby excitedly greeted.
Junior rolled his eyes, he hopped up to sit on 8-Ball, “Aren’t we supposed to have 8 team members?”
David popped out from behind Dora, causing her to jump and look at him in horror.
“A team full of winners, that’s what we have,” Junior groaned.
“Oh, don’t look so glum, friend!” Profiley responded, sliding over, “We’ll do great!”
“No, we won’t!” Junior replied, a hint of frustration in his voice, “Dora’s never survived a vote despite competing in 2 seasons-”
Dora frowned.
“-David got voted out the first chance he could in BFDI-”
“Aw, seriously?”
“-Nickel got booted over someone who was murdering her team, Naily got eliminated even when Cake was who screwed the challenge-”
Naily scowled while Nickel frowned a bit.
“-8-Ball’s never survived a vote, I broke records , and you’re not a real contestant!-”
“Hey!”
“We’re completely screwed!”
“And what about Bomby?” Naily interrogated.
“Huh?”
“What about Bomby? He’s done pretty well for himself across the show.”
Junior paused, “Well-”
Bomby interjected, “Besides, if we do well enough in the challenges, we won’t need to worry about the votes!”
“When has a team ever done well enough to the point they could ignore the votes!?” Junior shouted.
“The Grapes,” Profiley noted.
“Huh?”
“The Squashy Grapes, they only had one member get voted out before the 3-team phase.”
Junior opened his mouth to speak, before pausing, “That- …That’s… a good point…”
“See? We’ll be okay!” Bomby continued, “But we will have to work together as a team, all of us ,” he punctuated that last part by looking at Junior, then Naily, the two of them looked away from each other.
Over with Team 1, the argument was still happening.
“For the last time Puffball we’re not Team Rainbow,” Fries sighed.
“BUT C’MOOOOON!!!”
“Maybe just something nice like Team Victory?” Saw added.
“That’s a great way to get eliminated before merge,” Winner sighed.
Bracelety began “Team-”
Fries cut her off, “Bracelety if you follow that with ‘Ice’ and/or ‘Cube’ you are not allowed to help with team naming anymore.”
Bracelety paused for a second, thinking, “...Team… Frozen Square?”
“That’s somehow worse.”
TV, Roboty, and Nonexisty spectated the argument from the side, before Roboty spoke up, Nonexisty looked at TV’s screen for a translation.
“- ...- .-.-.-” (“TV.”)
“Yes, Roboty?” TV answered.
“-.-. --- ..- .-.. -.. / -.-- --- ..- / .--. .-.. . .- ... . / -. .- -- . / --- ..- .-. / - . .- -- / .----. -.. . .- -.. / --- -. / .- .-. .-. .. ...- .- .-.. .----. .-.-.-” (“Could you please name our team 'Dead On Arrival'.”)
TV looked at Nonexisty, who spoke, “I kinda like it.”
TV thought, “It’s ominous… but memorable, and using similar logic as Winner in that “Team Victory” spells doom, this may bring luck, so I agree.”
“What are you boys agreeing on?” Winner asked, directing the team’s attention to the trio.
“Our team name,” TV answered, “We’re-
The team name appeared above the group: Dead On Arrival (Nonexisty, Fries, Puffball, TV, Roboty, Winner, Saw, Bracelety)
The team looked at it before Fries spoke up, “TV that is a horrible team name.”
Nonexisty jumped to his defense, “Well you’re outvoted, it’s 3-1-1-1-1-1.”
“...Darn,” Fries groaned.
“I kinda like it,” Saw added with a small smile.
Over with Team 2, several team names were being thrown around.
Cloudy called out “The Collegdorz!”
“I was thinking the Thunderbolts,” Lightning added.
Balloony suggested “Salt and Vinegar?”
“Our team name is obvious,” Remote began, popping in between the three of them, “Between Pie, Lightning, Liy, and myself, it’s clear this team is Death P.A.C.T. F-”
“NO!” Lightning shouted, causing Remote to jump, before the two of them froze, slowly turning to look at Barf Bag with horrified expressions.
Barf Bag noticed their looks and rolled her eyes, “Guys, I’m not making that your team name, try again.”
Remote and Lightning breathed a sigh of relief, Lightning muttering “Good… good…”
After a moment of quiet, Remote looked up at him, “What’s wrong with Death P.A-”
“Everyone, your attention please,” Liy interrupted, causing all eyes to be on her.
“Whatever she’s about to say I had no part in,” Stapy said, backing away.
Liy began pacing, “All of us are good competitors in our own right, but there’s something we lack: experience.”
“...Go on,” Pie encouraged, squinting.
“Many of us only have one or two seasons under our belt, we lack the knowledge, the understanding for a good team name.”
Balloony scoffed, “I don’t think we need that much experience for a name.”
“You were on a team called BEEP.”
“Fair enough.”
“What we need,” Liy continued, “is experience, and if we can’t even give ourselves a name, how can we expect to have a leader? All of this is why I have come to the perfect conclusion:” she then pointed to the ground next to her, a brief pan down revealed “Rocky.”
Rocky looked up, having been smiling off into space ever since he got here.
After a moment of silence, Stapy finally spoke, “Liy… Rocky can’t talk .”
“Oh that’s not needed, Teardrop did well!” Liy dismissed, before leaning over to Rocky, “He’s been in every season! He’s a consistent competitor, we can’t just ignore this wealth of experience, so, c’mon Rocky, give us the perfect team name!”
Rocky blinked, his normally stagnant smile becoming a small frown.
Cloudy floated between Liy and Rocky, “Pleaze zdob hountink him, he'z a git.”
“Yeah Liy this seems like a bad call,” Stapy added.
“I can’t wait to be named Team Bulleh,” Lightning groaned.
As the team began to argue, Rocky looked towards the ground, thinking, he shut his eyes, going back to the past teams he was on, he needed a name… the perfect name…
--
“The others are already the Squashy Grapes! Our name has to be ANOTHER NAME!”
“So then your team is Another Name.”
--
“This is a terrible idea,” Balloony commented, “no offense little one.”
“I don’t know, maybe we should hear her out,” Pie said, shrugging.
“Pie please do not encourage this,” Stapy sighed.
“Guys, I’m not kidding!” Liy exclaimed, “I really think Rocky is our ideal team leader!”
“He hazn'd zait anydhink in ofer a tegate!” Cloudy countered.
Rocky was still thinking, the perfect name, one that was simple, yet memorable, new, yet familiar, one that fans would recognize and enjoy, one that newcomers could laugh at, it needed to be perfect…
--
“Do you balls have a name?”
“NO!”
“Team No-Name it is!”
--
And then it hit him.
As the team argued, a soft, high-pitched voice could be heard from the ground.
“T-”
The team froze, slowly turning to look down at Rocky, all with shocked expressions, except Liy, who was gaining one of pure glee.
“T-Team Name?” Rocky croaked out, nervously looking at his team for approval.
After a long moment of silence, Balloony spoke, “...Did he just talk ?”
Team Name (Rocky, Cloudy, Balloony, Remote, Pie, Lightning, Liy, Stapy)
In less shocking new, Team 3 was also struggling to come up with a team name.
Loser stood front and center, “Well obviously we have to be The Losers Again!”
…
…
…
“Eh, probably not,” Bell replied.
Loser’s eye twitched, muttering “ Oh c’mon …”
“Team Stapy?” Foldy suggested with a smile.
“He’s not even on this team,” Eggy denied, rolling her eyes, “let’s be the Hatchlings.”
“Oooo I like that!” Bottle complimented.
“I-” Eggy began, before pausing and turning to look at her, “R-Really?”
“The Goldlings!” Loser called out, being paid no mind by his teammates.
Clock shook his head, “I don’t think our team should be named after any one person, I was thinking maybe we could be something like the Kingmakers?”
“Eh, decent but not that good,” Eggy noted.
“The Broadway Special!” Loser shouted, his voice growing more desperate.
Taco sighed, “We could always just be Team 3, we should come up with something before we get a repeat *8 names said at once* .”
“How about the Underdogs?” Cake suggested.
“That makes us sound like losers,” Bell frowned, Loser looked at her, heartbroken.
“What if we were just The Elements or something, that’s cool, right?” Foldy sighed.
“THE RISING STARS!” Loser cried out.
The team went quiet, before Bell spoke “I actually really like that!”
“R-Really?” Loser gasped, regaining a smile.
“That’s a nice one, good job Loser!” Cake complimented.
Loser gave a thumbs up, slowly returning to his previous confident stance, “Yeah, I-”
“I dunno,” Taco cut off, “I don’t want us to sound like we’re above other people…”
Bell huffed, whispering “ Why does she have to make everything so difficult? ” to Foldy.
“Yeah I was thinking that,” Clock agreed, “I don’t want us to sound egotistical.”
“Maybe the Falling Stars?” Foldy suggested, “Like a meteor shower.”
Bell gasped, “I REALLY LIKE THAT!!!”
“Wha- What!?” Loser began, confused.
“I’m… fine with that actually, I’d say it fits us,” Eggy nodded.
Loser was practically falling to the ground, “N-No it doesn’t! I-”
“Yeah, let’s lock that in,” Taco nodded.
The Falling Stars (Foldy, Bell, Loser, Cake, Clock, Eggy, Bottle, Taco)
Loser fell onto the ground face first, groaning.
Cake blinked, looking at him, before glancing at the rest of the team, “Is he gonna be okay?”
8-Ball gazed at the other teams for a moment, before turning back to his own, “We should come up with a name too, just say whatever you have, we can’t get much worse than Team Name.”
“I have the perfect name, friends!” Profiley announced, “The Rays of Sunshine!”
“Hey, that’s pretty good!” Nickel agreed, walking up next to Profiley.
“I thought it captured our team’s cooperative nature well,” Profiley added.
“Wha- That name sucks!” Junior complained.
“We should probably stick with it, I don’t want to spend a lot of time arguing over this,” Bomby noted.
“The Rays of Sunshine! it is,” 8-Ball nodded.
The Rays of Sunshine! (David, Dora, Firey Junior, 8-Ball, Bomby, Nickel, Profiley, Naily)
“Alright then,” Barf Bag began, “You all have your team names sorted, we have Dead On Arrival, Team Name, The Falling Stars, and The Rays of Sunshine!, you all were very… creative.”
“He talks ,” Balloony whispered, holding Rocky, who seemed nervous.
“...Right, well,” Barf Bag continued, “as I said, there will be no elimination, you all can pick up your room keys at the reception desk, the top floor will be going under renovations, but once it’s finished, it will act as a team room you all can hang out in!”
“Yay!” the contestants cheered.
“But Barf Bag!” Bottle cried out, “What about the voters!”
Barf Bag awkwardly looked to the side, “...What about them?”
“What are they supposed to do with no one to vote on! They’re probably so lost and confused! It’s all they know how to do!” Bottle bemoaned.
Eggy blinked, slowly turning towards her teammate, “Do you… think the only thing the voters do is vote?”
“Yeah, of course, they’re voters after all,” Bottle replied.
Barf Bag cut their conversation off, “I’m so glad you asked Bottle,” she then turned to face the camera, “Voters, vote for who your favorite contestants were! Voting never ends, this vote will be up forever! Whenever you want, just come over and give your feedback! That’ll be all for now, be safe everyone!”
[Vote for your favorite contestants here!]
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Late at night, Donut glumly sat up against the hotel, looking out at the night sky with a sad look in his eyes…
Suddenly, Barf Bag walked out of the revolving door, “Donut? What are you doing, the challenge ended 6 hours ago, the doors have been unlocked.”
Donut blinked, “...Oh.”