Chapter 1: Relax

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Suitcase and Balloon were having a picnic on the Crappy Cliff. It's been 8 days since the disappearance of MePhone 4, without any trace or any clues. They were getting ready for the 18th challenge, but he just didn't come. MePad looked everywhere for him, but he came back 1 week later with no news. This news would usually shock people, but some of the reason is that no one liked MePhone, but the other is that because of his disappearance, MePad allowed the eliminated contestants to come back from the hotel.

"I feel like we come here a lot these days." said Balloon. 

"That's because this used to be our meeting place. How's Nickel treating you?

"The usual." Balloon tried to make it sound casual, but there was obvious hurt in his voice. Balloon tried to cover it by eating a cookie. "It's nothing, really." Suitcase kept giving him a suspicious glare, but decided to drop it.

"Do you want to talk about MePhone?"

"That jerk? No, not really." said Balloon.

"He's not worse than Nickel, though, right?" Suitcase didn't want to admit it. She kept this from Balloon, but she still had some friendish feelings for him. She thought that, maybe, just maybe if Nickel apologized to Balloon, everything would have been alright...but that's just Suitcase being her naive self. She thought that in the first few episodes, and it marked the end of the alliance, and the thought that it was her fault still haunted her...

"Suitcase?" asked Balloon, waving a sandwich in front of her eyes. "Earth to Suitcase?"

"Oh, right. Sorry, just lost in thought."

"It's nothing."

"YOU GIVE ME BACK THAT RIGHT NOW!!!" screamed a voice from under the Crappy Cliff. 

"Oh no, it's Paintbrush, isn't it?" Balloon asked again.

"I bet Lightbulb stole her diary."

"To be honest, I don't think they'd make good friends, but they are, in a...spectacular sort of way." The two of them laughed again. 

Now this, Suitcase thought, is a real friend.


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