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It feels like Black Hole’s been trapped for over a year.
He doesn’t know how long it’s been, and he doesn’t have the best sense of time - time varies depending on where in the universe you are. Plus, he was bored. He never thought he’d say this, but he wishes One would come and speak to him.
Black Hole floats around the room he’s in, flipping over as he pleases. Considering he doesn’t sleep, or even eat, that’s the only thing he can do.
It’s stupid, really. He’s a goddamn Black Hole. He should be able to expand himself, so much so that he can suck up the room. Part of him knows he could break the universe, but this is some alternate realm of One’s.
He also knows that he’s not still on Earth - or, at least, he’s not in Earth’s orbit. He could feel the shift in the planet's orbit fifteen minutes after he was captured. He’s not sure if that’s because of One’s capture of him or something else.
Black Hole throws himself against the wall. Curse Four for turning his size down. Curse Flower, for attracting him in BFB 1.
But most of all, curse One for doing all of these vile things. What does she gain from this? Why was she taking contestants? Black Hole doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want any harm to happen to any of his friends.
The entire room is so small. So, so small. Black Hole feels so claustrophobic.
He wants out.
Immediately, as if One could hear his thoughts, the woman shows up. The bright colors of her hurt his eyes, and she smiles.
“Black Hole! Sorry we haven’t been able to speak yet, I’ve been… busy.”
“One! Let me out of here!”
The aforementioned woman leans in, giggling. “Black Hole, we both know that’s an empty ask. I can’t let you go. Sooo, are you ready to make a deal now?”
“A… a deal?” One finally comes back and asks for a deal. Straight to business.
“Yep! Last time, you were too stubborn. But,” One waves her leg and a contract appears, “I still have the contract. With your signature. C’mon, Black Hole. Just agree.”
“No!” Black Hole says, trying to turn away like a little baby.
One floats in front of him, an amused expression on her face. “Aww, but I know you’re bored here! And, c’mon, you’d get to see some fun faces if you took this deal.”
Black Hole’s eyes widen. “Like… who?”
Waving a leg, One pulls up a camera-esque video. It’s of Needle, Bomby, Bell, a Purple Face, and an integer 6, and they’re all shoving against a door, groaning and panting.
SOUL.
“You want my soul?!” He cries.
“Why would you take the contract?! You could’ve sucked me up, y’know?” One yells, sickly sweet voice disappearing. Then, she coughs and smiles again. “Now, I never said that.”
“I can read, you shit-stain.”
“Oooh, look at the big-boy, using his big boy words. C’mon, we both know you could kill me if you wanted to. But you won’t.”
“No. Because I’m true to my P.A.C.T.. Also, I’m pretty sure I can’t.”
“Yeah, you are in my dimension, so I’m pretty invincible. Anyway! Black Hole, I reeeally want you to sign this deal.”
“Mhm, and I really want you to let me go. Neither are happening, are they?” Black Hole responds, proud of himself for his quippy response. FANNY would be proud of him.
One twitches a little. “Haha. You’re very funny. Very, very funny.”
Smirking (although One can’t see it, his face is in the middle of his hole (THE BLACKHOLE YOU WEIRDOS)), Black Hole flips. “I know.”
“Fine. You want to know what this contract does? I’ll tell you. It doesn’t give me ownership of your full soul, persay. It gives me ownership of your physical soul.”
Black Hole’s breath catches. “What does that… mean?”
“I can delete you,” One says, shrugging.
“DELETE ME?!” Black Hole shrieks.
“Delete you,” One reaffirms.
“Well then, of course I don’t wanna sign your goddamn contract!” Black Hole exclaims, facing stiffly towards One.
“Haven’t you ever been told that you shouldn’t interrupt a woman? Let me finish. Y’see,” One says, flicking a foot, “some others also signed the deal.”
FANNY. Mouthless, staring into the screen. Thrashing. Listening. And finally, signing the contract.
“FANNY… signed the contract?” Black Hole whispers.
“Yeah. I have control over her physical soul.”
“So, you can… delete her?” Black Hole whispers yet again, voice lowering on the last two words.
“Yeah,” One says, shrugging simply.
Black Hole stares. “I’m still not signing your fucking contract. I won’t.”
“You won’t? Well, FANNY?” Another simple leg wave, and then a sick smirk falls over her face. “Gone.”
“Gone?!” He exclaims. Just like that? FANNY? His friend?
“Gone. You remember her, but Black Hole?”
One final leg wave, showing FANNY and Black Hole’s argument in his dream. Except he’s speaking to the air.
There’s no FANNY.
“This is an illusion, right? Right?”
One smirks. “Try me. I have more people I can delete. Where do you think Gaty went?”
“You… took Gaty?”
“And now you’re without a host. Look where that brought you. Here, into my arms. Now, do you agree?”
Black Hole stares at the woman in front of him, hatred gleaming in his void. “You’re a filthy scumbag.”
“Is that a yes?”
BEAT.
BEAT.
BEAT.
“Yes.”
Winner and Price Tag walk through the hallways, and for the first time in a long time, Price Tag isn’t thinking about what happens next, or the competition.
No, Price Tag can just think about themself, and their friends. It’s one of the few times in this dark new world that they can laugh and run around. Then, they run past a room, one they recognize.
Price Tag looks into the room and sees the wireless recovery center again. Eyes lighting up, they run in and grab it, then click enter. The keyboard spells F-A-N-N-Y. FANNY.
ERROR.