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"...sorry guys, i don't think I'll be able to get you out of here."
that voice.
that voice she knew all too well, filled with hopelessness and despair.
̶a̶m̶e̶l̶i̶a̶ scenty felt even more tears well up in her eyes, her weakened arms letting go of the grip around b̶r̶y̶c̶e̶ soda bottle. she couldn't believe what she was hearing. she. couldn't. believe. it. the only one who could save them. had given up.
she refused to believe this.
the tears in her eyes felt like waterfalls, as she pounded at the ground. she knew there was no point in it, she didn't know why she was even doing it. she just wanted to ease the pain aching in her chest.
but she couldn't.
"scenty?! are you…okay?" bryce asked, his tone sounded unsure. he'd never dealt with someone having this bad of a breakdown. he was mainly the one having the breakdowns, especially after…
…stella.
but there was no use dwelling on it now.
scenty gave him a cold glare, the coldest one he'd ever gotten. she looked frustrated, hurt, and very, very tired.
"okay…? OKAY?! BRYCE, HOW COULD ANYBODY BE OKAY IN THIS SITUATION?!" she screeched at him, pounded at the ground even harder. her hand was starting to hurt, but she could care less.
"HE GAVE UP ON US! HE WAS OUR ONLY HOPE LEFT, BRYCE! LIAM GAVE UP ON US AND NOW WE'LL NEVER GET HOME! HE. GAVE. UP !" her voice cracked on that last word as her punches started making an indent on the ground.
"...scenty you need to calm down for a second." ̶c̶h̶a̶r̶l̶o̶t̶t̶e̶ moldy reached her hand out to scenty, who promptly slapped it away, standing up wobbly.
"NO! FUCK THIS! FUCK ALL OF THIS! WE WOULDNT EVEN BE IN THIS PREDICAMENT IF AIRY HADNT STARTED THAT STUPID GAMESHOW, AND NOW HES DEAD! AND THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN GET US BACK REFUSES TO!" she ran, she didn't know where she was running, but the scented candle wanted an escape.
she needed an escape.
she ran.
and ran.
and ran.
the other contestants decided to leave her be, there was no use in trying to calm her down.
she'd have to accept eventually.
until…
"ow! fuck…" the small girl's head collided with something, as she rubbed her forehead, she looked up.
the wooden poles from the first challenge.
airy placed them back up after he got back.
she'd forgotten.
she stood up, and pounded at the wooden structures. she didn't know why, she just wanted a release. she wanted to feel like she was giving airy a punch in the face. scenty didn't care if he was dead. she couldn't care about anything anymore at this point, she only cared about escape, about feeling something other than hurt and rage.
she punched, and punched, and punched.
the wooden structure tipped over.
"shit."
a horrifying shattering sound is what the rest if the contestants heard in the distance.
—
oh.
she was back here, in this…strange place.
her neighborhood is what she remembered it looked like when she first died.
now it was all distorted and glitchy.
she could hear a glitchy voice calling out h̶e̶r̶ someones name. scenty turned around to see her mother, a face she hadn't seen in so very long.
execpt…
she wasn't anything like she used to be.
all distorted and fuzzy.
she didn't like it.
she turned back to see…two chairs and a, radio?
what the…
she remembered seeing it before, but didn't pay too much attention it. but there was something laying on the table that the radio resided. a sort of blue paper.
she slowly walked over to it, ignoring the chilling voices calling out someone's name, it sent shivers down her spine.
scenty sat down on one of the chairs, picking up the tiny piece of paper. she examined it carefully.
then examined the radio.
did she, have to put in this number?
she sighed, twisting the know of the radio, watching the numbers change.
it took a while before she was able to input the exact number, bit after a bit, she finally did it.
scenty was confused on what to do next, should she…pull the lever?
guess so.
the object put her hand on the lever, and gently pulled it, anticipating the worst to come.
instead, she felt herself drop from the chair, onto a patch of grass.
she hated the feeling of grass
scenty got up, her legs felt like jelly, but she wandered around a bit, taking in her surroundings. it was currently night time, and she was in a forest of some sorts, at least from what she could process in her mind.
in the corner of her eye, she could see smoke rising above the trees.
a fire?
scenty knew this was a bad idea, but she didn't care. what's she got to lose anyway? the blue object approached the smoke. a campfire made its way into her view.
… was that?
"LIAM!" scenty dashed over to the backpack and tackled him to the ground, liam didn't know what to say, what was she doing here ?
"WHY LIAM?! WHY ?!" she screeched at him, liam stayed quiet, still trying to process what was happening.
she got off of him, letting him stand up on his feet, but she continued, "WHY DID YOU GIVE UP ON US?!"
liam sighed, his breaths shakey, he knew she wouldn't like the answer.
"there's nothing i can do, scenty. i've tried everything. airy is dead and I can't figure out how this computer works for the life of me. texty is also dead…w-what else can I even do." he says, his voice filled with despair.
scenty stayed silent, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. her eyes gently twitched.
after a solid 5 minutes, liam decided to get up and walk away. he needed to get things done in order to survive here.
"...where do you think you're going."
what ?
"...i said WHERE DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING?!" scenty yelled, liam stopped in his tracks.
"YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE UP THAT EASILY?! REALLY? AFTER EVERYTHING IVE SACFRICED FOR YOU?! FOR EVERYONE? YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE UP? YOU WERE SO DETERMINED TO STOP AIRY, AND ONLY NOW YOU'RE GIVING UP?! I GET IT, OKAY?! YOU'VE GONE THROUGH A LOT, BUT YOU'VE GOTTEN SO FAR! YOU CAN'T GIVE UP NOW! ALL OF THESE PEOPLE HAVE SOMETHING TO LIVE FOR, I DON'T! I JUST WANT TO GIVE THESE INNOCENT PEOPLE THEIR LIVES BACK! THEY'RE ALL I HAVE LEFT! AS for you and me…even if we don't have a purpose in the world a-anymore, we can find it together … you CANT JUST RUN AWAY FROM THIS, LIAM! IT WONT GET BETTER THAT WAY! I KNOW ITS HARD, BUT YOU WONT BE ALONE ANYMORE! I WONT LET YOU BE ALONE LIAM!"
liam turned back to the now crying candle, he rushed over to her, and she gripped his hand tightly.
"p-pleass liam…" she sobbed, " you're a-all I have left…"
liam eyes glimmered with tears, for so long he'd consider giving up so long ago. everything seemed so blurry. his flame was slowly dying down.
but there was a tiny spark telling him to keep going.
so he did.
when that spark finally gave out…
there was someone there to reignite it.
"yea, yea okay..!" he said, "we'll do it for them!"
scenty gripped both of his hands, and pulled him closer. "no," she started, her eyes glimmering back, "we're also doing it for us ."
the blue object wrapped her arms around the green one, and he returned it. they hugged tightly.
s̶c̶e̶n̶t̶y̶ amelia and liam would get everyone out of this hellhole, including themselves.
and they'd do it together .