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“Welp,” Pie said, the shock of her being eliminated flying over her head. Honestly, she kind of expected this. The last time she was up for voting she was in the bottom two. Besides, being the first boot wasn’t that bad. Flower was the first boot of season 1 and she won BFB! Donut’s behavior improved drastically after his elimination. Pencil… okay, Pencil was still pretty bad. But still, she didn’t mind that much. She was mentally prepared to be trapped in a metal box or be forced to do algebra, or whatever Two had planned for her elimination. Speaking of…
“So, are you ready to go?” “I was just waiting on you.” As Two raised his hands, she looked at her teammates. Fanny had a permanent scowl, although it looked a little softer. Tree and Lightning honestly looked bored. Marker was mixing a clump of dirt onto his slice of cake (where’d he get that from?). Remote was unconscious, as expected, and Black Hole’s expression was unreadable. She was about to wave them goodbye when Two’s hands clapped together, and…
Pie found herself in a very odd location. It resembled a simple room but… inverted. Blue wallpaper greeted her eyes as she sat on what she assumed was her bed. The door was upside down, and closer to the ceiling. Pie glanced upwards, seeing various shelves, desks, and even a potted plant stuck to the roof with haphazardly placed tape. A final glance at the wall shocked the normally mellow object. It was a picture of DEATH P.A.C.T., the original one, with Liy, Bottle, Pen, and Pillow. It was oddly personal, as if the room was made for her explicitly. “Although,” Pie thought, getting up off her bed. “Two knew the voting results before we did, so they must’ve decorated before I arrived…”
She made her way to her door and opened it with minimal struggle, revealing a hallway, almost like a hotel’s. There were numbers adorning each door, ranging from 3-42, odd numbers on her side, even on the other. Pie looked at her door, hmmming when she saw her number, 43, and her name. Then, the number changed, adding two letters, making the words clear: ‘Pie: 43rd’. She understood what each number meant now. They weren’t room numbers, they were competition placements. She walked across the hall over to room #42, peeking inside. It was empty, with solid white walls and no furniture in sight, not even a bed. She checked #41. And #40. And #39. Same thing. “They must be empty until someone new gets sent here.” Pie wondered aloud, looking down the hallway.
It took a few minutes to find an elevator, which thankfully worked like normal, even when upside down. Pie exited the elevator, finding the lobby empty. Great. She had half-expected someone to be here, but it was empty, desolate. A sigh escaped her lips, as she realized she was all alone. Well, until the next person eliminated comes here. Although, considering it was over a year between episodes 1 and 2 of TPOT, she didn't have her hopes high for company anytime soon. She turned to the elevator, about to return to her room until her eyes caught a sign. It was upside-down, of course, but she could make out the word: ‘Kitchen’. Pie smiled a bit. She hadn’t gotten any cake before, and she was a bit peckish.