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Pin still had nightmares. The thought of BFDIA made her shiver. They took away her face, her limbs, her size. She was ripped from existence, her consciousness gone. Coiny was the only one who thought to save her. He’s naive but he has good intentions. Sometimes she wonders, if Coiny weren’t there to help, would she even be alive right now? Of course she would, who’s she kidding, she was the main character after all. She thinks.
It doesn’t matter. She’s in another challenge now, and this time it doesn’t have the terror of the prize wheel. Go to hell, Freesmart.
“Pin? Pin? PIN! Quit daydreaming, Two is explaining the challenge!”
“Oh, sorry Coiny!” Fuck, was she really daydreaming for that long? Whatever. “Um, Two?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I be excused today? I feel like I’m going to be sick.”
“Uh, yeah, I guess that’s okay.”
Pin starts walking away, as Coiny runs up to her. “Hey, Pin! Wait up!” Pin turns around with a perplexed expression on her face. “What’s going on? I know that was a lie. Whenever you feel sick you always ooze. You’re clearly not doing that currently, so something’s gotta be up!”
“Just… go away, Coiny.”
“C’mon, Pin! Just tell me what’s up!”
“Stop it, Coiny! You act like you know everything about me but you don’t! Just go away!”
“I-… okay.” Coiny seems defeated. He turns around and walks away sluggishly, returning to Two.
Gosh, did she really just do that? She has to sit down.
She takes a look at her surroundings. Two’s A-twos-ment Park, the hotel… All of it seems… off? Like none of it’s real. There’s something wrong, she can feel it. Or it’s just her imagination acting up.
Shit, she’s oozing.
“I’ll just go to my hotel room, I need to be alone.”
Inside her room is a 48 inch window, with a clear view of the Grasslands, which therefore provided her with an excellent advantage in the case of needing to spy on anyone in the area. Given there was no other form of entertainment in her room besides a book labeled ‘Pawsitive Thinking: Litter Box’s Guide to Self Help, Recovery, and More!’ which, as of late, showed to be no help once so ever. What else was she to do but spy?
Today's challenge looked like some sort of painting competition. TB was drawing GB, Clock was drawing Winner, Coiny was drawing… her. God damnit, Coiny.