Fanny was sitting all on her own. In the middle of the night.
She and Death P.A.C.T. have had a... *complicated* relationship. Officially, she joined them because she overheard something to do with hating, and since she was known for hating *everything*... Yes, it was *very* funny. But really, she just wanted to get away from the burning wreck that is iance; that team was just two (and a half) smaller groups taped together in the most haphazard way possible, always bickering amongst themselves over who gets to call the shots, who gets the credit, and so on, and so forth. The P.A.C.T., on the other hand, seemed to have their goals and ambitions in line; they were all united in one direction, and did their best to see it through. If there was any chance she could get *anywhere*, this seemed to be it.
But much like most things in life, the P.A.C.T. proved to be a disappointment upon closer inspection. They took the death prevention thing seriously, but... perhaps it was a little bit *too* seriously. They were more than willing to sacrifice what truly mattered in exchange for that idealistic goal, one which really didn't seem like it could go anywhere, given how everyone's behaving. And also, because she was in the team now, she also had to share this burden as well. In every waking moment, she had to think about who was at risk, who could be causing death, how best to stop them...
Life is a beautiful thing, yes; that was one thing they could all agree on. But all it takes is a cursory glance at the status quo to realize that trying to enforce that view in such a harsh, unforgiving world is a futile battle. She *hated* the fact that they were essentially shooting themselves in the foot for the sake of this cause, seeing as every challenge they lost for the sake of that noble cause meant that they'd lose one of their numbers, a *vital* resource that they couldn't just throw away like it's nothing. Day by day, it started to eat away at her patience, driving her mad and
"Fanny!"
That sudden shriek completely took her out of her train of thought. She *hated* that. Seconds later, she could see Marker fast approaching, puncturing her bubble of distance between herself and the horrors of the world. "Will you-" "No." The electric fan immediately shut him down, then gestured with her eyes to make him go away. If only he could understand, though. The writing utensil frowned. "But you didn't even-" "No offense, but you're rather predictable." The one that circulates air responded. "I'm not gonna toss the dirt, play with the dirt, and especially not *eat* the dirt." "I wasn't gonna ask that, I swear! Promise!" The one with the purple cap held up his hand in a vague, confused gesture. The fan remained silent for a moment; *maybe* she did start off a bit too harshly. "...What is it, then?"
The one used for drawing nervously looked around, a weary expression on his face, then proceeded to lean in close. "I think there's something... *suspicious*... going on with this show."
The electric fan blinked. "You *just* noticed?"
"I've got evidence!" Marker proclaimed. "You see-" "Of *course* there's something wrong here." The one with the spinning blades interrupted. "There's 2,763 things wrong with this whole thing, and probably much more! Why do these numbers want us to fight so much? Why do they take us away to some mysterious place when we get eliminated? Why does Needle-"
Something would suddenly take her attention away, her eyes quickly being redirected to the recovery center. The purple one raised an eyebrow. "Why does Needle..." "Shush!" The fan interjected. "Look." With a foot, she'd direct his attention towards Pin, who was cautiously approaching the machine. "...Huh?" The capped one raised an eyebrow. "That's just our leader. What's-" "That's *exactly* the issue." The device explained. "She suddenly comes to our team, literally at random, and declares herself to be the new leader! Not only do we not know the first thing about her, but we've also been *fighting* her! Remember when I lost my mouth? Who do you think did that, huh?"
