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The endless sound of applause faded into the background as white noise, as well as the endless sky and the also white floor
Host Circle, was more than used to this place.
Of course, he could just make the source of the noise go away by ‘shucking’ them as he used to do with the eliminated contestants.
That wasn’t fair though, after all, circle had won the competition and deserved to be around with his team. If he were just to ‘shuck’ them away, that would leave him with nothing.
Host Circle knew how it felt not to have anything, the emptiness, despair, and eventual dullness that came with it. No one deserved to feel that.
…He wasn’t sure if the rest of the entities here were capable of… feeling.
Host circle didn’t want to think about it, even though it was very probable that that was the case.
He shook his head, no, they were at least mildly sentient, he knew it. T-they freaked out when they first noticed how Circle with a Mole acted, and how it was different from their own ways. They cared, they were sentient, and they were alive.
(Even so, they only seemed to be interested because of the competition, it was always their priority. It …seemed like they were solely made to compete)
… Circle with a Mole, he always wondered what happened with them. When they first… disappeared, he was relieved, even if he hated to admit it. It meant less trouble for him, his little game was not to be interrupted.
Everything ran smoothly, way too smoothly for his liking. It was too late when he noticed this, he felt so happy that everything was fine that he didn’t notice that the competition was about to end, he felt bored, he felt… disappointed. A feeling he despised.
Disappointment, that feeling always present when the travelers who would occasionally make their way here, would leave as quickly as they came. He wished they had stayed here longer.
They were always so different from each other, so colorful, they felt…
…alive.
Not soon after the first one left he attempted to create someone like himself, a person, so that he wouldn’t feel so alone in this place.
At first, he thought he succeeded, someone that looked exactly like him, down to the tiniest of details. They talked a lot to each other, something seemed odd about all of those conversations, about how they were so similar to each other, to the fact that they seemed predetermined.
He started creating more and more, and well, I think you know what happened next. He learned how to ‘shucks’ people away and, once he realized the implications of that, how to bring them back
…
Everything was always going to be the same, isn’t it?
He thought that with the competition, he could fix some of his problems, each challenge that passed just proved that hope wrong.
Host Circle would just have to get used to this again, how sad.
Well, it wasn’t like there was much he could do anyway, he had already tried it all.
He closed his eyes, it was relieving not to have to see white, even if it were only for a moment.
The white noise of claps.
The sound of his own body laying softly against the floor
and…
footsteps