(Rewrite)"A second chance in another place" (BFB/ii Crossover)

CHAPTER 0: My Mistakes

(Original chapter name: Why...)

(Starts when Microphone's eliminated
Warning: Mentioned of suicide)

I sat outside of the elimination area, I watched a Microphone walked through the red and yellow portal.

I felt something plunge in my chest as the portal closed, I layed against the wooden walls.

What is this feeling..?

Why am I feeling this..?

I clutch my chest thinking on a reason why I feel like this, but my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of people preparing to leave the elimination zone.

Not wanting to be caught by the very people who hate every bone in my body, I quickly teleported out of there and into the forest I call my home. It was dark and cold, very much like myself.

I arrived at an unknown location far, far away from the contestants who I once competed with.

Failure...

Another failure...

Now Microphone had eliminated herself from the competition, all because of my selfish ways.

Microphone was kind. Too kind... There was always this strange feeling when I hung out with her, it was the same back then with Pickle.

I didn't know what this feeling was, nor did I care about it back then.

All I knew was when it started, it would leave a painful aftermath.

Water plummeted to the ground leaving stains, but it wasn't raining. I moved my hand over to my face, more water fell down.

I was crying...

I clutched my hand into a fist, and harshly slammed it against a tree.

Over...

And over...

And over again...

Untill my knuckles were black and blue, and seeping with blood. I was furious with myself, furious with how selfish I could be.

"SOWA CREAM!!" I cried out. I covered my mouth and fell onto my knees, I had lost everything. The money, their trust, and...

I slammed my fist onto the ground. IF THAT STUPID BOW HADN'T GOTTEN IN THE WAY EVERYTHING WOULD'VE PROBABLY BEEN ALRIGHT!!!

I could've continued the act, I could've continued my scheme, I could've... stayed friends with Pickle...

What am I thinking, they'd find out eventually. Probably through Knife or something, he's always poking his nose in others confidential business.

I sighed and got up, walking away from the scene.
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It has been a few days since the elimination happened.
I sat around in my pathetic excuse for a campsite, carving a stake from a thick branch with a knife I had found.

There was much around besides a burnt-out campfire, my taser, and the body of Mepad.
But today felt a bit odd...

I felt a bit sicker then usual, well it couldn't have been from the berries I found and the tea that I stole from the hotel.

I pretty much eat those every day.

I stopped carving the stake and stared at the knife in my hand.

Stupid Knife...

I stood up and threw the knife in a random direction, far, far, away.

...

"That was idiotic of me" I muttered to myself, grabbing my taser off the ground and went in the direction where I threw the dumb knife.