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It wasn't his ship .
A Cube immediately rushed to take down the camera he had set up minutes prior at the sound of a voice (not like he ever exactly trusted voices that would come from around this place -) . He kicked his camera under the table , it being hidden fairly well under the table cloth that draped over it and just barely hit the floor .
He sucked in a breath through his teeth , forcing a smile and standing up straight . ' Presentable , look as presentable as you possibly could . ' he silently reminded himself .
"Cubey , what was that ?"
God , how he fucking hated that voice .
"I was -" ' For the love of all things why why did I not plan out a lie before hand think of something quick think of something quick thi nk of somet hing quick thinK OF SOMETHING QUICK — '
A Cube coughed , glancing to the side . "I was just messing around with my fake gun ." He grabbed his prop gun on the side of the table gesturing at it demonstratively and hoping to any other god that his excuse would work .
She seemed pleased with the answer (which was the luckiest thing in the world for A Cube ,) . He wanted to turn on his heel and immediately walk away , but before he could she was already talking again , much to his dismay . "How does it feel to be back home , Cubey ?"
That alone sent shivers down his back .
'How does it feel ?' At the moment ? He wanted to scream . Yell as loud as he possibly could and stomp his foot and tell her that this place would never be his home . He would have gladly given up that title to anything else , hell , even a ditch back on earth . Anything other than this .
"It's fine ." He simply muttered .
She smiled and took a few steps forward and outstretched her arms . A Cube repressed the urge to take a wary step back , simply letting himself be engulfed into a hug . He tensed up , stiffening in place and shutting his eyes tight , not even bothering to force himself to return the gesture .
He let out a small sigh of relief upon being released , watching as she slinked away into another room . The second she was out of sight , A Cube immediately caught himself on the table , before letting his knees give out anyway since he needed to retrieve his camera .
A Cube's hand brushed against the cold floor and his hand twitched for a moment , before he finally found his camera and pulled it out from under the table . He brushed it off , checking for any sort of cracks or dents (luckily enough , there was none) . He held it close to himself as he kept it close to himself , eyes darting to the other side of the room as he trudged off .
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He idly flips on the light switch in his '''''''''room''''''''' , before switching it back off . A Cube never liked the light - , it wasn't that he just couldn't be in it (well , Really he shouldn't be out of it) , but that … It was sort of scary in a way .
Sure , the dark could be argued to be scarier since you couldn't see what was in there , but the same applied to any other threat . It provided a sense of calm , the knowing that you could hide , just barely buying a few extra seconds of time . In the light ? .. You were completely out there . There was nothing to help you , everyone staring and watching you (... That's sort of why he liked competition shows better - No one ever cared for hosts ,) . You were in broad daylight , exposed to any horrors that came for you .
That's just why he preferred the dark . It just let A Cube know that in the event that he had to run for his dear life (and , in these circumstances that chance was very high) , then he could always hide first .
A Cube fumbled around with his camera , setting it down on the desk and flipped open an old laptop . He glanced away to the door , just to fully confirm it was locked , before glancing back to the laptop . He dismissively closed months old tabs (mainly because he didn't want to think about That at the moment) , clicking away at old notifications that he may as well have gotten in 1997 (not really , but , it's still odd to think that he used to consider this thing his ) .
He stopped for a minute , hesitating to do anything else on it , before reluctantly closing it .
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He let out a sigh of relief as he felt the all too familiar feeling of being watched leave his body .
He walked over to his bed , sitting down on the edge and dipping his face into the palm of his hands . …. He didn't want to be doing any of this . He didn't want to be making escape plans of any sort (.. much less himself , to any extent) , he didn't want to test on other people , he didn't want to just keep on lying . He just didn't want to be here , period .
He lets out a heavy breath . Crying wouldn't do any good (already learned that) , he wasn't made out of anything sturdy anyways … He just had to Jose that this would work . That all the contestants could just come together and leave the ship as fast as possible . It was his only hope at this point
He shuts his eyes tightly before reopening them . Might as well check up on the contestants anyways .