A/N: This fanfic takes place during the episode "The One With Chandler in A Box". It is told entirely from Chandler's point of view and expresses what I believe to be his the inner thoughts throughout the episode. Contains emotional moments.
Chandler's POV
There I was, in Monica's apartment, inside the cold empty box. I could hear everyone's voices.
"Is he ok in there?" said a voice that sounded like Rachel's.
"He's fine," said another voice who definitely belonged to Joey.
The truth of the matter is that I was not fine. I might as well have been in a coffin. I couldn't move and I could hardly breathe. My only means of salvation was a small hole right on top of the box above my head.
I could hear someone ask what the point of the box was. I decided to use the hole to poke my fingers through as I counted off my list of reasons for the box.
"The meaning of the box is threefold. One, it gives me the time to think about what I did. Two, it proves how much I care about my friendship with Joey. And three, it hurts," I explained.
My last statement where I said "it hurts" didn't mean that being in the box physically hurt my body. On the contrary, it meant that being in the box hurt emotionally. The very thought of my best friend being furious with me was such an emotional toll that I wanted to cry, but I stopped myself after remembering what Joey said earlier about me being in a box will be a start for us being friends again.
It was then I decided to have a little fun.
"You can't tell, but I'm trying to break the tension by mooning you guys," I said in an amused tone. I heard footsteps approaching.
"All right, look. If this is just a big joke to you, then forget about it. This means something to me! If it doesn't mean anything to you, then you should just get out of there, otherwise you're just an idiot in a box!" Joey exclaimed angrily.
Oh no! What have I done? Now he's more angry then ever! My eyes started to water and I could feel a lump form in my throat.
"You're right and I'm sorry. This means a lot to me. I want you to be my friend again. I swear I won't say another word tonight," I said. That was the genuine truth.
"So, you're going to start taking this thing seriously?"
"Absolutely," I answered, barely able to say it in a straight tone.
"Sounds like another word to me! Now are you going to take this seriously?" Joey commanded.
I was silent. I couldn't say another word without sobbing and wailing like a little girl. I closed my eyes and took a little nap while tears rolled down both my eyes.
