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Trophy blinked uncomfortably, shuffling before flipping an egg, when it was turned on its belly it was charred, black like the deepest night. Or the weird outline people had over their objects back when they were filming season one i mean- how weird was that? Looked horrible. Anyway he presumed thats just what eggs did, how was he supposed to know — He never cooked an egg before. Maybe eggs change colors after they get cooked: like steak or chicken or bacon or anything else Trophy cooked, does all food become black? Does all food become crunchy? Mephone baked cookies and those looked like.. cookies. Maybe that’s why they were so bad. It just tasted horrible because it wasn’t black. But TEA kettle never cooked too bad, it was decent but all she made was charcuterie boards. And sometimes something else, Trophy didn’t pay a lot of attention. Do you need to cook charcuterie boards? If you cook them do you cook them all at once? Since that would be horrible because Trophy was pretty sure some would taste bad since you cook things at different temperatures. He then also noticed he smelled like shit. Why did he smell so bad? He smells like smoke. Is that just because he’s just so hot? Probably- oh no it’s the eggs. He burnt the eggs didn’t he. He thought they just turned black-
“What is taking a sandwich so long?”
He turned his head, looking around and he stared back at a flat figure with an frustrated frown, the edge of the card was crumpled and torn, damp, bent over and convulsions over his body, like the outlines of crushed up paper .
“Well, what happened to you?”
Trophy asked the card, the corners of his mouth morphing up into a grimaced smile.
“What is happening to my sandwich?”
Trophy rolled his eyes at Jack. Looming over the counter before slipping the egg off the pan onto some slices of bread. It burned the top slice right as it touched. His eyes widened in disbelief, blinking before slipping another slice that made a loud hissing sound before it sublimated into nothingness. He looked around before shoving a piece of bread over it and covered the…. ashes of egg and served it to Card, ripping off his apron and loudly said to the kitchen.
“Im taking my 20.”
Nickel walked through the doorway, about to object due to lack of staff but returned a grumble when the apron landed over his head, opening his mouth once again he grunted before walking away after a chef hat landed over his foot.
“Why do you look like that?”
Trophy asked, Jack took a bite of the sandwich before dropping it, he quickly swallowed the food in his mouth before the egg sandwich incinerated the floor below, burning a sandwich shaped hole into the floor, Jack gasped incredulously but subtly as the award pretended not to notice.
“Why do you look like that?”
“Why do you look like that?”
Taking a jab at Trophy. He blinked before sighing.
“Ive been getting lots of…emotions from the other contestants, they do not like me one bit.”
He murmured before crossing his legs.
“Well, what am i gonna do? Did what i did and whats happening…”
“…”
Jack sighed before muttering.
“Happenin’”
He stared as Silver spoon guffawed, walking past, staring at the scene before pulling a chair beside Starfruit, to the rockstar’s dismay he took that one second between his seating and the Fruit’s moment to process that as a yes but its not like he minded far too much anyway, he was friendly after all.
“…”
Trophy stared at him solemnly feeling pity for Jack before beckoning him over to a room put to the side.
“Cmon’”
He mumbled, the card had nothing else to do and lord knows he was not planning to get zip tied and sit in a corner to “think about what he did.” He was a grown adult, or at least that’s what Mephone made him think. He walked around like a fool, like those renaissance times where they put yoke on your head. He ushered himself in as Trophy squatted down on the closet floor before hopping just a bit to place himself down on the ground, Jack could see the grime and grout and preferred to squat awkwardly, knees curled up in front, behind in the air.
“You gonna.. stay like that?”
“Yes i will.”
Trophy sighed and nodded.
He then turned and brushed off a script for the play Jack was presented with.
“Eugh, what is that?”
“.. the origins of inanimate insanity.. bull crap.”
“You said it.”
They smiled in agreement before Trophy muttered.
“I was just like you before, I blackmailed some dude, he’s a ghost now, into doing my bidding, in the end i kinda.. showed the blackmail, to everyone.”
“Ooh..”
Jack was now intrigued, could he learn a thing or two from this loser? He had hoped, maybe that would get him back in the game.
“Hold your horses, Cardstock. I got called out for “bad behavior” by Baseball. Big guy, you’ll know him when you see him… i uhh.. got voted out over it and box won over me.”
“A-.. a box?”
“Did i stutter? Anyway-“
He dismissed Jack, continuing on.
“I was forced into a broom closet juuuuuust like this one and that was for MONTHS! And i got sneezed on MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY! And it was disgusting. I didn’t really get a chance to play.. after that.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, thats kinda why I’m playing for season 4 now, making up for lost time..”
“And how does this apply to my current situation?”
“WaiIAiiATT. Jeez, impatient much, so.. i thought it would be good to.. think and be.. less rude.”
Ohhh, he’s SUCH a loser. He reached out to the door to open up and leave, Trophy was about to unhinge his jaw to ask where he was going before Jack slipped grabbing at the air before Trophy gripped his sides supporting him and pushing him back up, he turned around blinking, sharing a moment of silence before taking a breath.
“…I… thank you..?”
“..yeah.”
The golden cup flushed, blinking awkwardly before nodding up and down..
“Yeah, no problem..”
“..listen… Jack… i- you need to get your stuff together, you’d wanna have to keep up good behavior. Id say.. you.. need to mellow out, be kinder and.. don’t be annoying! Thats really simple.”
He took a breath before adding.
“Just… keep your composure, its… if… do you know how to be kind..?”
He breathed, of course Jack knew! You…… he didn’t know. He didn’t know basic object kindness.
“..i…. no.”
“… Really?”
Trophy snickered leaning on the self.
“REALLY?”
Giggling, he smiled and took something out his cup, handing Jack his camera.
“Im gonna teach you how to be kind.”