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"I’m sure they just forgot to let me out, right..?"
Money hoped. Money prayed.
But weeks passed, months even. It was clear she wasn’t being let out.
Alone on Nightmare Island, with naught but her thoughts, as if Fern didn’t promise not to trap her.
.
Money survived, somehow.
The casino restaurant’s wheel was broken, so she was able to survive on a diet solely consisting of chicken tenders. She did try the other slices once or twice once she got bored of them. Met some guy named Rocky that way, but all he did was vomit.
.
Her Recovery Centre was with her, now that she was here, she couldn’t die to get out.
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December 2nd, 2015
A glass road illuminates the night sky, a rare sight. Money rarely gets to see any adverse weather, due to whatever’s up with this place’s climate.
She sees three people run across it.
One, a two-tone book. Green on the left, blue on the right.
Two, a sewing needle. Something about her, for some weird reason, reminds her of Needy.
Three, a tennis ball. Clumsy in his steps, he seems to be grappling across instead.
.
How odd. She’s only ever talked to the BFIDE cast.
"HELLO? SOMEONE HELP ME, I’M STUCK HERE!"
She shouts, but even when the book stops to mull, her words are too quiet, they fall on deaf ears.
She watches as they leave her, still.
Alone, with her thoughts.
–––
November 4th, 2017
A black hole nearly killed everyone, and yet she’s okay. The only casualty Money could see was her-
Her Recovery Centre.
.
…If she dies now, she’s dead for good.
She’s died a lot here, actually. Managed to dismantle all the killer robots by running them over with a worn-down car. She hasn’t died in like, over a year.
But the thought weighs on her mind.
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April 9th, 2021
The sky turned blue, for whatever reason.
And Money was just so happening to be moongazing that day.
.
She heard a conversation, somehow.
BFDI went on without her. Without the rest of the BFDIErs, probably.
BFDI went on, and yet she was still here, alone.
–––
September 14th, 2024
A storm ravaged the area. Including Nightmare Island.
The thought of her mortality caused Money to hang onto whatever she could find, for dear life.
But her hands gave out.
She hit a tree. A cloud. The spare debris lingering in the wind. And before she finally fell unconscious, Money hit her head on something… soft. Lightweight. Like if she was literally any less injured, she’d be unaffected. Like a plant.
She hit Fern.
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September 15th, 2024
Money opens her eyes, to see a non-crimson sky for the first time, in over a decade.
To see herself free, to see herself alive.
Somewhere unfamiliar.
"Oh, another storm survivor! Are you okay?"
She looks up to face the voice.
"I’m Profily, by the way. Nice to meetcha!" They give her a smile.
"I’m Money. Nice to meet you." She takes their hand, trembling as she does.
.
She’s out, after all this time. She can’t help but cry.
"Oh my, are you okay?? C’mon, I have lotsa friends for you to meet!"
"Yeah, I- *sniff* I’m fine. Just a bit emotional."
.
Profily leads Money to their friends. They make pretty quick acquaintances.
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???, 2024-5
"Hello, Profily." A familiar TTS voice greets them upon answering the call.
"Hiii, Announcery-Fafouncery! I have a new friend for you to meet, from the storm! C’mon in!"
.
Money hesitates, but opens the door.
"H-Hi, Announcer…"
Announcer’s gaze immediately turns to Money. Is he gonna trap her back on Nightmare Island? Is she gonna get killed?
"Hello, Money. Nice To See You Escaped Nightmare Island."
"H-Huh? You’re not mad?" She replies.
"No. Truth Be Told, Fern Didn’t Mean To Trap You. It Was Toothpaste’s Idea."
.
"H-Huh…"
Announcer and Money conversed, with Profily learning about BFDIE in the process.
.
Fern didn’t mean to trap her.
David went on to join the main show, and became a mainstay.
Rose and Beach Ball went on to compete in mini seasons.
Everyone else mostly just stayed in Elsewhere.
And as for Money?
Maybe she’d be okay.