Battle for Infinite Potato Chips

BFIPC 2 - Falling

Time: 2:37 AM, January 6th, 2023.

All I need is one chance.

Trigger Warnings: Possession, intrusive voices, accidental major harm, death, etc.

A green integer struts around in the grass, contemplating why they were here. Sure, they were here to help Cube host his new show, but... Was that really going to be their full-time jobs?

A metal cage sways in the wind. Inside it, was a brown gardening hoe, sleeping peacefully in it like she was in a rocking chair. A bit morbid and inhumane. Two didn't want to know what Cube was truly capable of, nor what he going to do to her or whoever was eliminated. He was may more powerful than them. It kind of saddened him. Death and despair had already happened, and Two hadn't even seen whatever Cube was going to send the eliminated contestants to.

They couldn't even afford to buy a recovery center.

Everyone was so clueless. So clueless as to what had *really* happened to Axe. Oh, well, I'd better get going. I have no idea where Cube currently is, and I'd prefer not to encounter him at the moment due to his tendency to act... *strange* during times of little to no daylight. And then they strolled off. Carefree, unaware of what they had just dragged themselves into. Two could really use a therapist.

Time: 9:56 AM.

It was that time now... Everyone was ready this time. But there was just one small problem. They were hungry. Like, REALLY hungry. So much so, they tried to eat the one food contestant. Over half of the cast didn't let this happen, though. Cake Pop was terrified. People were trying to eat him?! He almost vomited about thinking about it.

And then he did.

Somehow, Cake Pop had vomited something slightly acidic, and slightly metallic. Everyone was concerned, and those who were trying to eat him quickly came to their senses, noticing he was sick. What the hell did he eat?

It was that easy, huh? If I wanted people to snap out of something, I'd just have to hurt myself. That's how it's going to be? Oh man, I REALLY should not have eaten the rest of whatever the Gardeners made...

Wildflower sits on the grass, looking up at the sky with an emotionless expression on his face. He couldn't feel ANYTHING. Something was in his head, eating away all his negative thoughts. Literally. Any slightly rude or intrusive comment in his head disappeared in a matter of seconds, if not less than one. He felt so, *empty*.

He couldn't think.

He couldn't speak.

He couldn't breathe.

Suffocating in his own body, unable to comprehend how he somehow escaped his cage, Wildflower just does absolutely *nothing*, as Cube himself strolls around, looking happier than usual. Holding up a sheet of paper, he starts a monologue. "Alright. So it seems some of you didn't heed my warning and thought it would be funny to not vote. Coincidentally, those three are missing, now. Let's get to the point." Two, wearing a faded purple bow tie, pushes an HD TV on wheels next to Cube, who cheerily speaks again. "These are the votes! It wasn't even close. Shall we go greet the eliminated one?"

With 19 votes, Hoe was out. Wildflower was safe with 11. Cube rushed over to her cage. He slammed it onto the ground, nearly giving Hoe a concussion as well as waking her up, he politely taps on it to make it open automatically, and he SUCKS HER INTO HIS LEFT HAND. She didn't even have time to react, or say goodbye. "Holy fucking hell..." was the general response of the others.