On the day of the games for all the object people and fans. In the white stadium outside of downtown where the games will be taking place. The crowds of people cheered while Microphone and her horse were at the end of the finish line. "OH, YEAH!" yelled Microphone, she got off her horse, and looked at the crowd. Everyone was smiling, and Microphone was now chilling next to her horse. Once the third round of the game was over, another being with a horse was behind her. "I see that you have won the third round. Impressive." Microphone turned around, and realized it was Paintbrush who was the one talking to her. They were wearing a dark gray sharp jean vest and black winter boots. Their face was cold as ice, which made Microphone a little nervous. "Yeah. Um. It's nice to meet you." Microphone tries to maintain a smile while being nervous. Paintbrush smiled warmly, "It's nice to meet you too. Microphone…Well. Let's see if you can win the next round." The paintbrush pointed at the mini hill before Microphone could look at it. This calmed her down since she knew that part was easiest. The only thing that made her nervous, though, is Paintbrush, but she ensured herself that it was just a game. A game about winning a thousand dollars, but Microphone thought nobody could take that seriously.
Unfortunately, Paintbrush didn't see it that way.
As all the contestants got to the top of the hill, Microphone was the first to go. She was looking below the hill and saw the pool full of mud in the middle. Around the pool are soft landing pillows to make sure the contestants don't fall to their death. Microphone made her huge leap, and landed right into the mud. She speed-swam through the mud and now jumped into the soft landing pillows. Microphone then looked at all the contestants who were still at the top, and they were cheering for her. Except Paintbrush who looked at Microphone with raging eyes. Paintbrush pushed everyone aside, and they made a huge leap. Only for them to fall on the soft landing pillows, they stood up, and their hair went on fire as they rage. All the contestants on the top started laughing at Paintbrush who failed to make it to the pool. Microphone, who never saw someone with fire abilities, got a bucket of water near the upper bleachers and threw it on Paintbrush. This calmed them down, and they looked back to Microphone who was the only one not laughing at them. They just stare at her while Microphone stares back, but holding out her hand to them this time. "I'm sorry. I didn't know how to react, so…yeah. Shouldn't we have fun instead?..." Paintbrush eventually left the area without a word which made Microphone sad. Her "Hoping For The Best In The Game" didn't work out in her favor.
As all the contestants were outside the stadium, the food stand was nearby, and the tables were out in the open. In her lunch bag was a warm sandwich and a strawberry banana smoothie. Microphone was sitting by herself at one table while the other contestants were at another table. She was always by herself since she never had any real friends, but she got used to it. She was looking at the peaceful sky on a jumpy game day. The game season was rolling, and she thought of doing something new for a change besides being home all day. Then she saw a sharp object walking by the tables. She knew who they were, and called out their name, "Hey Knife!" Knife turned around and walked over to Microphone with a straight face. "What is it? Mic…" said Knife, not interested even though he is normally like this. "So, I was wondering… can you help me with the racing pool round? You swim really…um…smoothly?" Knife raised an eyebrow, but put his hand behind his flat head, and started looking in the other direction. "Oh, man. Mic, I really wish I could help, but I have other plans." Microphone was curious, so she asked him. "What are those other plans?" Knife let out a jerky smirk, and Microphone realized what he was up to. "Watching you lose. Again. For the third time." Knife laughed, slapped his knee, and walked away from Microphone. She just frowned and sighed, knowing nobody wants to be around her. As Microphone was eating her now cold sandwich, she saw Paintbrush coming towards her. At first, Microphone was confused, but she realized once Paintbrush came, they apologized for something. "Look, Microphone. I'm sorry for being hot-headed, no pun intended, but I was wondering if I can make it up by…helping you at the racing pool round? You seem to be having trouble swimming." Microphone smiled, and so did Paintbrush as they nervously blushed. "Yeah, I would love that! I'm down to three demerits out of five. I could really use the help! Despite being waterproof. How am I waterproof? I don't even know." Both of them laughed, and they continued talking about something else.
Now onto the next round: the racing pool round. The racing pool round is each contestant swimming to the finish line. The pool is divided into rows for each contestant. Some got their swimming outfits ready, and others not wearing any outfits at all. "Just keep moving forward, no looking back or you will drown. If you happen to drown, I will be there to help you." Paintbrush smiled at Microphone, and the two of them walked into the swimming pool area. "Thanks. I'm glad they let us help each other, imagine if they didn't." Said Microphone, she smiled back at Paintbrush. "Well, this is a form of cheating after all." Microphone then pushed them roughly. Paintbrush smiled back, knowing Microphone was just being playful. "Shut up, man. You're going to expose us." Both of them laughed again, and they were in front of their rows, ready to swim.
"Alright, everyone! We will start in three…two…ONE!!!" yelled the host, he blew his whistle indicating the round had started. Everyone jumped into the pool and started swimming to the finish line. Meanwhile, Microphone was doing great at the race, and she was second ahead next to another contestant above her. For once, Microphone was doing good in the fourth round of the game. Unfortunately, though, Microphone accidentally twisted her arm and started drowning. "MICROPHONE!" yelled Paintbrush, they swam into the water to save Microphone. They reach for her arm and drag her up to the surface. The two of them were behind on the game while everyone else made it to the finish line. The host then blew his whistle, "Well, I normally demerit the last person but since it's two contestants now. You're both out! I can't make the game wait any longer! Right, everyone?!" The crowd and the other contestants cheered and agreed with the host. Microphone and Paintbrush went back to the starting line since they weren't far away. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for us to lose." Paintbrush just smiled and lifted their hand on Microphone's head. She smiled back and blushed too, "It's okay. Microphone. Shouldn't we have fun instead?" Microphone laughed, "Yeah. We should."
"Well, that was a fun game," said Paintbrush as Microphone and they were chilling at the same table outside of the stadium from before. They were both drinking some smoothies while watching the sunset. "I can't wait to play the games again tomorrow. I wonder what they will have next. The host seems creative with the ideas even though game days are different every day." Said Microphone sipping her smoothie. "Yeah, I wonder how they do it…" Paintbrush looked over to Microphone, and thought of something, "So, Microphone?" Microphone turned to look at Paintbrush who was a bit nervous. "I was wondering…do you want to continue talking while we take the train? I saw you at the train station one time." Paintbrush blushed, they were hoping Microphone wouldn't get too suspicious. "But don't you have a car?" said Microphone, she raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, but it's out of fuel. Also, I hate driving!...sorry." Paintbrush almost set their hair on fire. Microphone smiled, she always wanted a friend to talk to on the way home. "Hehe, it's okay Paintbrush…I know you didn't mean to. And yes, we can continue talking on the way home." They both smiled and were happy to be friends. After understanding that Microphone just wanted friendship, they realized it wasn't for the game.
It's for the friends to make along the way.
We lost touch. They never came back to the games. I don't know why, but I hope they're okay. I guess they got tired of the game? They never give me their number or something to contact them, but it's okay. We only met for four months.
All that matters is that…
I hope they're okay.
Summary:
A flashback of Microphone playing the games in the stadium with the other contestants. She met Paintbrush on bad terms, and Knife was rude to her as always. Eventually, Paintbrush apologized, and they both had fun in the games. Paintbrush never came back to the games and lost touch with Microphone.
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