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Just a while after the start of the show.
MePhone4's POV:
Decided to visit the hotel and all, Toilet.. Didn't want to leave his room, he said 'it's fine' But I know it isn't, I took a little tour around the place and.. It is pretty cool I guess, there were free snacks at the check in counter of the hotel, 10/10 they were so yummerz. But still, I do wonder, why doesn't he WANT to come out, I have never seen him act this way honestly, before he was all cheerful and thought it would end 'happily ever after'. Now he is the complete opposite of that.
In evening, I decided to take a small room tour around his room, and oh god.. Food wrappers and blankets? Everywhere, I know he still hasn't went over MePad's death, but, THIS is NOWHERE close to getting over it. Decided to take a peek of his wardrobe, found a worn out.. cobs costume (Why does he have one IN THERE?) I am really scared for him considering about the mess in here but.. I guess it makes sense. But not fully sense.
Decided to move out and go back to my home (Or the gemory cave). Took only about 5 minutes of walking, I did feel a bit tired while doing so. Found this dirty diary, I think it could be Toilet's, but maybe someone elses. I decided to read it on the way back home, now it creeps me out the whole night, I barely closed my eyes that night.
TOILET'S DIARY
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.. / -.. .. -.. / .... . .-.. .--. / .-- .. - .... / ... --- .- .--. -.-- / ... --- .- .--. / - .... . / --- - .... . .-. / -.. .- -.-- --..-- / ... --- -- . - .... .. -. --. / ..-. .-. --- -- / - .... . / ... - --- .-. .- --. . .-.-.- .-.-.- / .. / -.. --- -. .----. - / -.- -. --- .-- / .-- .... -.-- --..-- / -... ..- - / .. / ..-. . .-.. - / - .... .. ... / -.-. .... .. .-.. .-.. / .. -. / -- -.-- / -... --- -.. -.-- / --- -. -.-. . / ... . . .. -. --. / .. - --..-- / .. / -- .. --. .... - / . ...- . -. / ... --- ..- -. -.. / .- .-.. .-.. / -... .- -. .- -. .- / -... --- -. -.- . .-. ... / ..-. .-. --- -- / -.. . ... -.-. .-. .. -... .. -. --. / ... --- .-.-.-
.. What has he been going through?
NO ONE'S POV:
Poor Toilet, all overworked and tired from his friend's death.
I wonder how he is feeling now.
A dark, blood-red mist came from the air conditioners of his room.
'What? What.. Is this?'
It was too late, he fell into a temporary slumber of the hidden.
As he fell, the fall felt.. So similar, like what he experienced after being the 'greatest assistant' and pulling that mysterious white wire, he never forgotten about it even since.
He fell into a dark room, with the floor covered in dark water, surrounding his own reflection.
Then he heard a very familiar voice from the ceiling. Not a siren, not a scream, but a soothing stable voice that can make everyone sleep nearby.
'Oh poor thing, do you ever wish to return into the past? All you did was hurt, be annoying, and repeat all over again.' The same voice heard.
No.
A black hand rose from above.
It can't be him, he's dead, he doesn't have arms, he could only have wings, what is wrong with your mind? The thoughts swirled inside Toilet's mind like a tornado. It could never stop.
'Oh my poor child, just come and spread your mind and heart to this paradise, then we can live happily ever after in this dark but comforting room in forever and ever luxury.' The voices grew louder.
'But.. what if they need me, what if Mistah Phone misses me from this bonker nonsense?' Toilet kept on questioning with each sentence the voices replied back. The voices replied but in a rather rude voice.
'Oh please, barely anyone cares about you, that Mistah Phone person didn't like you, it was very VERY OBVIOUS from the START. Why won't you just come in and join our eternal slumber of dreams?' The voices started to sound annoyed, sounded infuriated in each question Toilet had questioned.
'C-can I choose not to though? I'm sorry for not accepting it but, I think I would be better with Mistah Phone and the rest.' Toilet answered from the annoyed voices. He had blown the final candle of the paradise's birthday cake, and that candle's wish wouldn't be granted at all.
Suddenly, the floor of the dim room split in two, as he fell once again into a deep puddle of what looked like ink with scribbles of words like 'naive' or 'easily manipulative'.
'Oh PLEASE! YOU COULD BE HERE HAPPILY FOREVER! BUT NO. YOU DECIDED TO BE STUPID AND GO BACK TO YOUR STUPID HOME! NO ONE ACTUALLY CARED FOR YOU, YOU KNOW THAT? I WANTED TO FEED YOU LUXURY FOREVER, AND YET YOU REPAYED ME BACK WITH DECLINING? HOW PATHETHIC.' the voices had enough, they were furious from his reply.
'Oh, Lookie here! Looks like this Cob Man is hurting your STUPID MISTAH PHONE THING! I wonder what you would do..' The voices grew louder with each word, built with fury and anger.
Toilet wanted to help, but as soon as he tried to run, a dark silhouette of what seems to be MePad himself covered his view, making him slowly feel hopeless as soon as he tried to turn. But with each turn, the silhouette copied his movements.
'MePad! Cmon I need to save Mistah Phone! Stop blocking my way!' Toilet screeched at the shadow.
As soon as the silhouette turned around, only did the room go into an unsettling silence.
It wasn't MePad, all that poor Toilet saw on the shadow's screen was the damaged parts and the battery, leaking out acid as it dripped on the wet floor which was just a huge puddle. Toilet just stood there, too shocked to see what happened. He looked like he was in a bit of a pinch, about to cry the Goiky Canal if no one had seen him at all, but no, the voices, the shadow, and MePhone were staring right at him.
In a flash, MePhone's screen turns dark, it was too late, Cobs had already stabbed him while the silence tried to already leave the dark, watery room.
'MISTAH PHONE!' Toilet had rushed to his side, splashing his water on the floor, making the puddle bigger, while he was already gone from the room. MePhone had already died from Cobs.
Toilet had started to not cry the Goiky Canal, but started in weary sniffles instead, then went to sobbing small puddles that supported the watery floor, making it look like a mini flood.
Soon, other silhouettes of the contestants, the other Meeple Devices, and even the Shimmers rushed to Toilet, but not to comfort him, oh no. Instead, they pushed him down until his face was in the puddles of tears. They started chanting out bad stuff about Toilet.
'You weren't quick enough, how pathetic of an assistant.' One bunch of contestants gossiped right near him.
'Between those like Balloon or many others, YOU ARE THE WORST PERSON I HAVE EVER HELPED!' One screamed at him.
'You really can't help MePhone, sir Toilet? Well I have no choice but to stop supporting you, you can never be a good assistant.' The MePad silhouette replied back to his sniffling.
The voices of the 'paradise' has came back.
'Now, Do you REALLY want to come back? See that no one likes you? That's right. You are better here anyway.' One voice said.
Toilet has to choose.