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Slipper ran behind a waterfall, heading towards the place where her… “business” was hidden. By day, she was just a regular contestant competing for a million dollars; but by night, she was a gift to every beautiful woman in the world.
The hallways remained silent, except for her small footsteps echoing throughout the metal walls. She then stopped by a door, and pushed it open using her foot to greet her secret stash that would make extra cash.
The stash were several neatly stacked pillars of bottles hidden in the corner of the room, and Slipper walked over to grab one of them and put it in a small paper bag, before taping on a small piece of paper to indicate where it was headed.
She then took another piece of paper, and despite her lack of arms managed to write a small note thanking her buyer the same way she always did for her clients: “Thank you so much for your payment girl, remember to always be yourself!”.
She folded the note carefully, and added it to the bag. Finally, she tied its handles together, and plopped it on top of her, ready to head to the post office to deliver it. However… she turned around to leave, but instead realized she wasn't alone in this room.
“Right, what's all this then?” a small round object called out in an aggressively British accent, causing Slipper to jump slightly and knocking over one of the stacks. “I saw you walking off and got curious, but now I have even MORE questions!”
“DUDE-! Don't question my entrepreneurial skills…” she replied, hastily picking up the bottles and restacking them. “It's not like I make that much money off this anyway…”
“Then why don't you raise the prices then if you want to make more?”
“Because not every queen can afford to slay, Basketball.” she answered, placing the last of the bottles back on a stack. “Most pharmacies make you pay like twenty for this, I only ask for five dollars.”
“Did you buy them from there then or what?” Basketball questioned, as Slipper turned back around facing him. “And what do you mean by slaying-?”
Slipper sighed, told him to shut up, that she wanted to hurry to get this delivered, and then began to drag him out.
“I'm just curious what you're doing and if I can help-!” he yelled as the two armless idiots reached the exit, causing Slipper to pause and look at him. “I'm only getting more questions the more you stall.”
“Ugh fine…” Slipper replied, letting go of Basketball’s leg. “You can help me out I guess, but don't let anyone know about this… especially Chainsaw, he'd be pissed I'm not dealing testosterone.”
Just as Slipper finished saying that, the air grew thick as she realized she had basically revealed what she was doing - but then the air thinned as she realized it was to a sheltered Brit who probably thought the “T” in LGBTQ+ stood for Tea Time.
“You're dealing estrogen…?”
Guess Basketball wasn't as sheltered as she thought. Slipper sighed AGAIN because the writer doesn't know what else for her to do, and confessed that yes, she was dealing estrogen to amazing women all over the country - even somehow would get it across the Atlantic Ocean.
The two of them paused for a minute, and Slipper turned around about to head off, but just as she was about to, she heard a sigh - and it wasn't her sighing for the third time.
“Well at least I know you won't judge me for this…” Basketball replied quietly, looking down at the floor. “But truth is Slipper, I feel some form of envy when I see you doing your mascara in the morning. Maybe it's because I remember I once stole my mum’s mascara as a kid and it went miserably, but… now that I think of it-”
“There were plenty of signs you missed?”
“I- yeah. There were.” Basketball admitted, looking back up at her. The two of them had already been heading back to Slipper’s estrogen supply, albeit Basketball had yet to realize that because Slipper had custody of the braincell right now.
“I guess I just- kept forgetting about it, but ever since we first met, I’ve just been thinking about it so much more and… I don't think I can ignore it anymore…”
“Want a bottle?” Slipper asked, grabbing the top of one stack of estrogen bottles and shaking it up, its pills jumping up and down and offering it to her. “I might even give you a discount if you promise me you'll follow my lead in the next challenge~!”
Basketball looked stunned at the offer, and she asked if Slipper was sure about this.
“Well, yeah! You may be a complete idiot sometimes, but you're still deserving of estrogen. C’mon!”
Basketball walked over, and grabbed onto the bottle, smiling at Slipper. She then let go, and winked back at Basketball.
“The secret’s safe with me. Now c’mon, we have a package to deliver, we've stalled enough just being here.”
The two then quickly got out of there, and parted ways at the exit. Basketball went back to the cabins to hide the bottle (and to find some money to pay Slipper with) while Slipper rushed to the post office to leave behind her gift.
It took her a while - mostly because the bus didn't even show up, so she had to walk all the way there, and because she would get asked loads of questions about why she was bringing something along so late at night.
Her answer?
Tell everyone who asked her anything (as long as they weren't a cop) to fuck off. As for if they were a cop, well… luckily, they already knew about her, so she didn't have to worry about them asking questions as long as she avoided them, otherwise she would get arrested immediately for stealing from local pharmacies.
Eventually, after having evaded police enough, she was able to drop it off, and get back to the competition. Luckily, the bus showed up this time, and she was able to relax easily - well except for the dramatic breakup she witnessed (and recorded).
Maybe don't forget your girlfriend at a McDonald's, she won't be loving it.
Finally reaching back home, Slipper looked around just in case anyone spotted her - and after concluding that nobody was there, she walked over back to the cabins, and sat down onto one of the beds… before immediately being greeted by Basketball holding five dollars.
“I said you'd get a discount, girl!” she called out, taking the five dollars anyway. “Unless if you're doing a ‘keep the change’, I'll gladly do so-”
“-I wasn't sure how much you wanted…”
“Fair, I hadn't said anything about that yet.”
Basketball then sat next to Slipper on the bed, struggling to open the bottle (her not having arms wasn't helping much either). Slipper just watched, and waited for Basketball to finally succeed, before cheering for her.
“You could've helped me out, y’know!”
“Where's the fun in that~?” Slipper smirked, as Basketball took out one pill, and looked at her. “Now you've opened a bottle once, it'll be much easier to open it, it takes time.”
“Do you not open these beforehand?” Basketball asked, before Slipper yelled out playfully that she wasn't trying to make her buyers think she potentially replaced them with cyanide. “Fair enough.”
“How'd you even get the money to pay me with? I thought you were broke, and that's why Chainsaw had to pay for both of us to have slushies that one time… of course I just didn't want to pay. Was that the same for you?”
“No…”
“Then what?”
“I may have stolen some of Treasure Chest’s money while he was asleep.” Basketball admitted, finally taking the estrogen pill and shutting the bottle, hiding it in the cabinet. “It was just weird to open him up and take it, not sure why he brought it.”
“He DID?!”
“Yeah. He's just asking to get robbed eventually.” Basketball said, probably would've shrugged here if it wasn't for the fact that she didn't have arms to shrug with.
“He's probably waiting in case Cup ever wants to buy anything, have you SEEN those two together? He's so in love with him. But unless he ever gets up and like… kisses Cup or something, he's just too stupid to figure it out!”
“Oh my god you're so right Slipper.” Basketball exclaimed quietly, before the two of them then listed basically every instance of Treasure Chest doing something for Cup. “He really should just hurry up and admit it. But I wouldn't say he's the most like that, don't even get me started with Knight Helmet…”
“SO TRUE! See THIS is what I'm wanting, a gossip session with a fellow girl!” Slipper yelled out, before muttering how Ukulele never seems interested in gossip. “But you, you're way cooler!”
“...really?”
“Hell yeah you are, Basks!”
“Don't call me that.” Basketball laughed, followed by Slipper laughing too. The two of them spent the rest of the night gossiping about everyone else, even involving Slipper confessing about how she was partially responsible for Chainsaw being humiliated a second time.
Meanwhile… Slipper's supply was left untouched inside the abandoned building she hid it in, nobody there to steal it, because seriously, why would anyone enter an abandoned building to steal shit?
…
That doesn't mean nobody was there, though. The halls echoed with footsteps, and the door to this “secret” room was slowly opened by an intruder, who noticed the stack, but knew not to get too close. If he did, it would create plenty of noise, and he'd certainly get caught by… whatever monsters were inside.
While he was curious as to what it was, he knew he had to stay focused on the real reason he was here to begin with, and he wasn't going to stop just because of some cylinders stacked on top of each other.
After searching enough through this room, he took everything he had deemed important, and walked out, shutting the door behind him to leave the room as it was before he found it. The stash remained untouched and unmoved by anyone who wasn't Slipper, just like how she'd want it to be.