Donuts POV
"Hehe-"
I heard giggles, from an oddly familiar and annoying voice..
I felt a strange cold and sticky substance touch my face...
"Haha!"
The laughs got louder, and as they did, I immediately recognize who the voice was coming from.
I open my eyes, slowly.
Just as I expected, the person laughing was Gelatin.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"nnnnothingggg," Gelatin giggled.
He threw whatever was in his hand onto the ground, hiding it from my sight.
"Seriously, Gelatin, was is wrong with you?" I lectured.
I continued to scold him, but then he started laughing, more and more.
"WHATS SO FUNNY?" I yelled.
"HAHA, Y-YOUR, HHAHAH F-FACE-"
"W-what?"
I stood and walked up to a mirror I found in the room.
Gelatin drew all over my face with a black marker.
"Y-YOUR MUSTACHE L-LOOKS NICE HAHAHAHHA"
"Shut up, Gelatin." I said, irritated
Honestly, I have no idea why I kept him as a friend.
Maybe it's because sometimes I feel accomplished for holding up with his shit for so many years...
"I hope that wasn't a permanent marker assho-"
I paused..
"Um.. Gelatin? Where are we?"
I can't believe I didn't notice before, but we were in a whole new place.
"Wuh? We're somewhere else?"
Gelatin, that idiot.
He was probably up a lot longer then I had been, yet he didn't even notice until now. In fact, I'd doubt that he'd notice at all if I never had pointed it out...
"Lets look around," I said, "Maybe we'll find some clues..."
Trees POV
"Have you found the light switch yet?" Pen asked.
"N-not yet," I replied, stumbling against all the furniture in the dark room.
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Breaking Point (BFB/TPOT)
Terror20 contestants wake up in a mansion. They have no choice but to play 4 and 2's killing game. Only 3 contestants will live until the end.