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Paper awoke in an unfamiliar place. It took a moment for him to comprehend what had happened to him just seconds before, but when he did, his mind was immediately inundated with questions.
Firstly: “Where am I?” He said aloud. No response. He was alone. There was no way off this island, as its shores were outlined by a steel fence not unlike the bars of a cage. Beyond those bars, he saw nothing but the open ocean.
So there was no way off the island, at least for the foreseeable future. Now what? He had none of his belongings, and there was certainly nothing here for him. Paper sat down and began to tear grass from the ground while he tried to think.
The last thing that happened to him before he woke up here was Knife dropping a piano on his head. It was a shame. Before that, he thought he was starting to quite like him. But, because of him, he was the first eliminated off of Inanimate Insanity.
This was some sort of punishment for his loss, he concluded. Using whatever freaky ability had taken him from falling forever back to solid ground, the show’s host had put Paper here to rot. He tore at the grass with renewed vigour.
“Is this normal to you? Is this a… sane response to losing a game?” He said to the sky, though the comment was directed at MePhone4. “Why would you do this to me?” He asked finally.
No response. He was alone.