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Grassy was all alone.
Every sob bounced off the walls, the echo reflecting his own cries back at him. Grassy clung to himself, shaking. He could barely breathe as more sobs came out of him.
He heaved and huffed, trying to compose himself. He had to be strong. Snowball told him to be strong. He looked at his hands. He had ripped out parts of himself.
Grassy rubbed his face, but it did nothing to stop the seemingly endless stream of tears from flowing down his face. "S-Snowball..." He weakly cried.
"Basket...ball.." Grassy cried again. "Blocky..." Grassy bit his lip, trying to stifle another sob. His breathing grew heavy as he struggled to contain himself.
"P-Pencil..." He cried once more. But it was all too much. He broke out into a loud sob, just as intense as before. He felt the urge to hit something. Why did this have to happen?
Why did everyone have to go? Snowball, Pencil, Basketball, Blocky...even everyone else. They're all gone. Grassy stood up, still crying as he angrily punched the wall of the air vent.
He slammed it again and again, screaming desperately. Someone...anyone. He slumped down against the wall. The tears had finally stopped. He wiped down his face, sniffling.
Grassy stared at the wall for a moment. He laid down flat in the vent. His eyes were heavy, so he closed them. What else could he do? He wasn't strong. He was completely powerless.
Black Hole stared at the TV. It hurt him to see someone so innocent be broken down like this. He couldn't say...anything. He was so worried, he almost forgot about where he was. One spoke up.
"How tragic, right? Being all alone and defenseless like that.." One said in her best "fake sympathetic" voice. "I used to be like that once. Alone. Weak." One sighed. "...Powerless." She shifted to face Black Hole.
Black Hole looked back at her. "W-Who are you!? Why did you-" Black Hole scanned One's face. It didn't seem like she was listening. It looked more like she was lost in thought. Her expression turned angry.
"Never again." She snapped, shutting off the TV. She harshly slammed the remote down, breaking it. One huffed and puffed as she stared at the mess below her. She took a moment to put on a smile.
"But enough about me," One began, sitting back in her chair. "Let's talk about you." Black Hole sunk down in his chair slightly, taking glances at the broken remote. One cleared her throat. "So, Black Hole..."
"What's it gonna take for you to sign?"