Well, this is quite a... *difficult* conundrum.
After *finally* being released from his long-time jail cell, finally getting a taste of freedom and the appreciation he's always been looking for, the face that's purple is once again trapped, imprisoned, chained, confined, restrained... stuck in yet another realm of endless suffering and torture. But it's a different flavor of suffering, at the very least. The Eternal Algebra Class Withfour as a *tad* bit more roomy, at least; plenty of area to stretch one's legs (well, not really in the case of Purple Face, but one probably understands what's meant), lots of room to go around, plenty of things to explore, things to see, things to... remain cautious of and keep one's distance at. But on the other hand, there's still the whole thing about being within... Four... or something. He didn't really know the full scope of it. He entered this realm by getting absorbed into that algebralian, yes, but *surely* this space is far, *far* too massive to fit inside that blue number, right? Had he already been digested, reduced into a smaller size by whatever process allows the numeral to eat? Do algebralians even eat? They and X operated a kitchen for a reason, right? What do they do all day?
Whatever. That's not really a problem now. The problem, after all, is the fact that so many people were stuck there for so long! Oh, woe! Purple Face thought that being stuck at the Big Rotating Building was already a painful enough state of existence for those that were deemed too incapable and weak to continue on the Battle for Battle for (Battle for) Dream Island, but *this*? This was the suffering and hardship the eliminated had to endure before a *mildly* more lenient method of entrapment was devised? Really, he couldn't quite tell which was worse. Trying not to hurl for the rest of eternity, or being isolated forever and ever in this unknown, uncaring place.
Speaking of, where *are* those EXITors, anyhow? They were the whole reason he was so willing to enter this world of danger and... more danger. Any sane person would obviously run away from this place as quickly as they could, but what would become of those that remained trapped in here? Someone *had* to rescue them. Someone brave, someone daring, someone selfless... someone willing to endure the same pain that they have. Someone that already has.
Was he already too late? Were they already lost to the depths of Four's madness? This place *was* pretty big; plenty of places to explore, get lost in, wander for the rest of time, and so on, and so forth. Purple Face felt like he could go around in circles for the next 2,763 years or so and come across no one else. In fact, it already felt like he'd done just that, and he was in the middle of the second go around. There wasn't a clock around here, after all, and so it wasn't too difficult to lose track of time and become entirely lost in your own thoughts.
That's exactly what had happened to him, while he was stuck in that beryllium fortress. All because of *him*. Yellow Face. Ugh. Just uttering his name alone made him feel sick. What does he know? Just because he's the one competing in BFDI, just because he's the one with the successful business empire, just because he's the one with limbs (apparently; that's news to him), doesn't mean he's actually any good. That's just absurd! Asinine! And yet despite his shortcomings, *he* is the one with all the fame and renown, while Purple Face was left in the dust, trapped in a box, hanging out in the sidelines, and now performing this risky rescue work for the sake of the others. What kind of existence is that?
As he continued wandering the halls of the Eternal Algebra Class, coming across more and more rooms with more and more nothing, all those memories of being stuck in that box would start coming back to him. Once he was trapped in there, after all, he didn't really have much of anything to remember, anything to recall, anything to observe. The thoughts were more than free to linger and stick in his head, making their permanent mark, a mental scar that pushed him to persevere, to endure. The box, like all things, had to expire one of these days, after all. All products do. He'd be able to break out, make his way back to the top, encounter Yellow Face once more, and get his well-earned revenge. And all that could only happen if he pushed through. If he remained the same. If he survived.
