MePhone stayed in his bedroom the next morning, giving Two the prompt to give him breakfast again. MePhone appreciated his breakfast, but he didn't mind much Two nagging him about his dimmed screen. MePhone just told him it was too bright and left it from there.

MePhone didn't get much sleep that night either. He forgot what day it was. It kinda felt like when he was sick from Tissues, except, he was more aware. His screen became a dim blue. It really wasn't good for him. But he couldn't sleep. He would have nightmares again. Besides, he can't make anymore lights. He can't sleep without them.

MePhone wanted to get breakfast himself, so Two led him down to the kitchen. Two first checked inside for any chefs, the only one inside is X. "X isn't too observant, so we can just go in. He probably won't even notice you're here."

Two asked MePhone about his appearance, but MePhone just brushed him off a couple of times, so Two let it go. He wasn't happy with how he's been behaving recently, but he hasn't done anything wrong.

MePhone walked into the kitchen and grabbed a plate for his breakfast burrito. Two grabbed one as well, waited until MePhone left, then paid for both plates. "Here you go, X!"

X made a small gasp, then accepted the money. "Enjoy your breakfast, Two!"

"Thanks, buddy!" Two cheered, waving as he walked out.

MePhone ate his breakfast by himself in his bedroom. Two didn't bother him, but he began to become more and more worried for him, since he hasn't really said anything in two days, besides his screen getting dimmer.

He has to leave. All he's been doing is just sitting around, uselessly, in his own, terrible and haunting thoughts. Cobs, MePad, Taco, LYING. He was mean to his contestants, like Apple, Blueberry, Suitcase, Knife, Cabby. The only one he was kind to, really was Bot. All except for signing that contract with Springy. That was weird. Springy was weird.

He was even mean to his own BROTHER. 4S. A newer model of MePhone, meant to work faster, better, and be stronger than the MePhone4 model. His model. Until he died. 4S downgraded into a MePhone4, just so the contestants can have their host back.

He didn't deserve it. 4S should've taken over. 4S should've killed Cobs. He never asked to be made. He never asked to have the Shimmer in him. He never asked to be a Meeple product. He never asked for any of this.

MePhone sighed. "I need some air," he muttered. He stood from his bed, stumbling. He grabbed onto his bedframe for a moment to keep himself up. He moaned as he put his hand on his face. "Come on, MePhone," he encouraged. "Keep it together."

He moved away from his bed. He stood for a second to regain his balance, then walked out of his room. He closed the door, mostly, behind him, then walked up the stairs. The fourth floor is green, but he didn't care to look at it. He wanted to get to the roof. No one can bother him up there.

He walked up the stairs to the fifth floor, which is a bright blue. It's brighter than his usual color, more like his Invitational appearance, but still brighter.

MePhone sighed. One more set of stairs to go. Except the stairs on the closest wall are blocked off.

A short sign sat in front of it, with caution tape behind it. 'Stairs out of order. Book.' MePhone sighed. That means he'll have to take the other set of stairs. On the other side of the hall. Past all the doors.

MePhone grumbled. "Please don't open your doors," he muttered to himself. He walked slowly down the hallway. If anyone opens his doors now, his cover and space are blown.

He was almost there. The stairs were just a few steps away.

"Hey! Who are you?" a voice called behind him.

Someone was there. But he didn't want to turn around. "Hey! I'm talking to you?" she demanded. "Who are you?"

"Don't be mean!" another voice said behind him. Maybe they'll fight. Maybe then he can get out. "He looks nervous! Be nice!"

"Ugh, fine," moaned the first voice.

"You know how we all were as debuters," the second voice replied.

"Okay, fine, I'm sorry," the first voice said. "What? Is? Your? Name?"

"Why did you say it that way?" the second voice cried.

"He's not answering me!" she cried.

"Can't you just be nice?" the second voice cried.

"What's happening?" a third, higher voice asked.

"Kitchen Sink is being mean to the new debuters again!" the second voice cried.

"No I'm not!" Kitchen Sink cried.

"Yeah you were! You yelled at him, then asked him really slow like he doesn't know English!" the second voice replied.

"Aw, Kitchen Sink," the high voice said.

"Are we starting drama again?" another voice asked, opening a door.

People started talking, yelling, and shouting in the hallway. MePhone put his hands on his head. Yelling. Too much yelling. Everyone talking at the same time. It's giving him a headache.

"Enough!" MePhone yelled. He turned around. His screen is dimmer than before and he has eye bags under his eyes. "Can't you guys just get along?"

A pair of scissors nudged Kitchen Sink. "All of you guys are yelling at the same time!" There came whispers and murmurs from the crowd. "I don't want to be here as much as the next person, but we're stuck here, aren't we? There's no going back! And no one can make me do ANYTHING!"

Two came running up the stairs. "What's happening?" he asked.

"I don't have to tell you my name! I don't have to turn around!" MePhone began yelling. "I don't have to do what any of you say! No one is pushing around anyone! You!" MePhone pointed at Kitchen Sink and started walking towards her, Kitchen Sink backing into the wall. "You need to stop yelling and being so demanding all the time! And you!" He walked towards Rubber Spatula, his accusatory finger still pointed. "Not everything is about you!"

He turned towards Scissors. "And you!" MePhone began walking towards him as well, Scissors already backed against the wall. "You. Can't. Change. People! People aren't...things you can change!" He threw his hands in the air, putting them down.

Two walked closer to MePhone. "And you! Two!" MePhone yelled turning towards Two. "You! You...you...you're too pushy!"

"MePhone?" Two asked, backing up. He put his hands up defensively. "You keep pushing me to tell you how I feel! Every morning! 'Oh, hey, buddy! Did you sleep well? Do you want me to get you breakfast? Wanna talk about it?'"

"MePhone..." Two said.

"I don't need your help!" MePhone continued. "I don't need anyone's help! I don't need you, and I don't need anyone!" Two tripped over a light blue plant, knocking over dirt. "I don't need anyone!"

MePhone's face glitched for a second. He blinked, then stared at Two. Two has a sad expression on his face. He looks concerned, with a look of worry on his face. MePhone's breathing sped up. "Oh no..." he muttered. "I...I..."

He put his hands on his head. "I..." He turned around to see all the failed debuters looking at him, some scared, others with a look of worry. Two of them seemed concerned. Kitchen Sink has anger on her face.

"I...I...I...no, no, no, no, no...this can't be happening!" MePhone muttered.

"MePhone?" Two asked, getting up off the ground. "You okay, buddy?"

"Leave me alone!" MePhone cried. He ran up the stairs he was trying to get to originally.

There came a long, deadly silence. "What...?" Cammy asked.

"I-I'm sorry, guys," Two said. "He's, uh...he's going through something. I'm so sorry. Please forgive him."

Two walked upstairs.