Charlotte did some stupid things. Then she disappeared. She has to face the consequences.
Or, a retelling of Charlotte's life before and after ONE.
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ou seriously think I'm going to forgive you?! I hope you rot in a dumpster, you," Charlotte opened her eyes. Sunlight attacked her eyes; a stark contrast to the modest lighting of her house. "Filthy piece of," Her voice started trailing as she finally took in her surroundings. "Gar.." She wasn't at home anymore. She was in some grassland. A plain? The sun here doesn't look anything like the sun normally does. The grass was strange, with random triangular, solid-colored, patches that pointed straight up. There were also some crappily shaped bushes; it looked like a four year old made them. How did she get here? Where..? Many questions began running through her brain. "..What the-"
Before she could finish her sentence, somebody came flying into the back of her head, screaming while doing so. She grunted from the collision, being knocked down onto her knees. Irritated, she looked up at the offender, ready to snap. Her gaze softened a little when she looked up at the person. The person that had flung into her was a green backpack. Their face had scraped against the grass floor, leaving a line of dirt in their wake.
They slowly got up, seemingly in a daze. Two objects ran to their side, which Charlotte had only now realized there were even more people here. The first, who had ran to the backpack's side, was a short, light blue candle inside of a small bowl. The second, who had leisurely walked up to the backpack, was a man- a tall bottle with a red label circling his body. He was about as tall as Parker was.
..Yeah.
She looked around. Two other objects spectated nearby. One was a reddish-pink magazine; a girl. She made eye contact with Charlotte. She had an awkward-nervous look on her face, and she darted her eyes away. She was young. Not as young as the second object, though. It was a baby boy; a light green tomato. Charlotte's face scrunched. An infant?! What the fuck..?
"HELLO, CONTESTANTS," A loud voice suddenly called out from the sky. Charlotte immediately covered her ears in annoyance. "MY NAME IS.. SORRY." There was a distinct sound of a microphone shuffling. "Is this better?" There was an awkward silence. Charlotte stared up at the sky angrily, waiting for this weird voice to continue. "Hello, contestants. I am your host, Airy. And welcome to this competition called oneeee." Charlotte's face scrunched up. She began walking over to the other adults for their input. Who the fuck was this guy? A competition? He sounded so unenthusiastic. Shortly after, a horrendous tune, featuring way too many trumpets, started playing. As she walked towards the others, she tried piecing everything together from the little information she had.
The backpack who had flown into her was stretching, probably still dazed from scraping against the floor. As she got closer, she could hear the candle's voice mutter loudly, "Please don't tell me.." The voice was feminine.
From behind the candle, Charlotte annoyedly responded, hand on her hip, "We're on a gameshow, with an invisible host, in the middle of nowhere. Great." The remark was sarcastic, but on a surface level this was exactly what was happening. She looked angrily at nothing. Nothing made sense. One moment she was in her home, having an unpleasant evening, next she was in some random plain in god knows where.
