Chapter 1: Winner POV:
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Gentle beeping broke up the silent atmosphere. A mechanical voice whispered out,
“W I N N E R.”
And they appeared from the WRC. The periwinkle object awoke to a bleak and barren wasteland, much alike to the one they had died in moments prior.
“Thank yo- huh?”
They began to speak but no one was there. They were alone. Alone in a bleak surrounding. Winner decided to walk, for now. Try to find anyone they could.
“Hello? Helloooo!”
They kept calling out into the ‘abyss’, yet no soul answered. The object felt uneasy in the isolation. It confused them, the challenge must of been over by now. So why wasn’t anyone recovered? Could they ever be recovered?
Were they cursed to feel the loneliness they felt all those years back when he first left?
Winner began to abandon the hope that they could find anyone at all, when suddenly, a faint light appeared between the undead trees. Was it a trick played on by their mind… or was there someone actually there?
“W-who’s there?!”
Their jaw dropped at the sight of the source of the flame. A face they hadn’t seen in what felt like millennia. A face which had hurt and loved them all the same. A face they wished to yet could never forget.
The face which belonged to Loser.
Winner’s world came crashing down around them as Loser looked at them the same way.
“Winner…?”
They relished in hearing that horse voice once again. Tearing up, the object ran towards him, their singular hand appearing to wrap around the golden cube.
The two embraced for quite sometime. Neither would let go, or say a word. Maybe in fear of losing the moment, maybe in fear of losing one another again. Who knows? They didn’t even know that their own world was doomed. All the duo of objects cared for were each other, and that was all they needed. No words were needed. No need for worries, concerns, apologies. They would come later. All they needed in the moment,
Was each other.
Chapter 2: Loser POV:
Summary:
Loser’s been searching for hours, he had to get back to his friend. Somehow. Through desperation and a long walk from elsewhere, he arrives. But Goiky’s devastated, there’s no-one there and- wait. Was that a voice?
Notes:
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posting TWO chapters in the same day, I’m on a roll!/ref
Chapter Text
Loser had been walking for quite sometime. After finding out that they were in TPOT and where it was being held, he had made a promise to himself to go find them. And to apologise.
Loser felt horrible for how he brushed them off to the side. Fame was a high you couldn’t escape from once in its depths - he presumed. The cube still felt terrible about his treatment of someone who was meant to be his best friend. He kept thinking over how he was meant to even begin to apologise as he walked. The gold cube, surprisingly, started talking to himself in his own desperation.
“Hey Wi- no. Heya, how’ve you been!- no. I’m so- no!”
Loser tugged on his bag slightly.
“Why is this so hard..”
As the landscape became more barren, he realised there was no time left.
The face who he was scared to face was standing less than 3 meters away. The face he had hurt and loved. The face of someone he wished he never forgot.
The face of Winner.
“Winner?”
He quietly spoke out
Loser could see in the other’s eyes that they felt a similar way. He rushed over, wrapping his arms around the periwinkle object as they came towards him. He couldn’t stop himself from tearing up. Burying his face into Winner, he attempted to express apologies yet nothing left his mouth. Somehow them both being present was enough.
Loser loved Winner, and losing them felt like losing a part of his own soul. He made a promise right then to never let them go again.
Auggs_The_Loser_Fanatic on Chapter 2 Thu 24 Jul 2025 09:15PM UTC
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