"Two?" Tennis Ball asked, walking over to Two. He was talking to Gaty in the kitchen. "One moment, Gaty," Two said. He followed Tennis Ball into the hallway. "I know its been a couple of days, and, well...I just wanted to tell you..."

"Yeah?" Two asked.

"We did fix your friend," Tennis Ball continued. "But...there may be a bit of a problem."

"A...a problem?" Two asked.

"We fixed his processor. We just...couldn't seem to fix his system memories. Or...anything else, really. His personality, his speech, his memories..." Two stared at him, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "W-what?"

"I think he had a factory reset," Tennis Ball replied. "Golf Ball wants you in her Underground Lab before she sticks his processor back in. And she's not too patient." Tennis Ball started walking off.

"Gaty?" Two said, peeking into the kitchen. "I'll...I'll come back, okay?"

"Okay," Gaty said. "Good luck with your friend."

"T-thanks."

Two joined Tennis Ball and Golf Ball in her Underground Lab. "Okay, Two," Golf Ball said. "I assume Tennis Ball told you."

"Yeah..." Two said.

"You ready for this?" she asked.

"Do it." Two didn't want to see MePhone...gone. But he had to help him. He had to bring him back.

Gold Ball put his processor back inside the black box, pushed the box down, putting the screws inside, and putting his back panel back on. "Push the power button when you're ready, Two," Golf Ball said, pointing to the button button of the three on his right side. "We'll head back outside."

Two watched them both leave. Two turned back to MePhone and took a deep breath. "Okay, Two, It's fine. He's fine. There's nothing to worry about. MePhone is-" he pushed the button, "fine."

Two watched in saddened anticipation. MePhone's screen turned on, black. The Meeple logo appeared again. Then it vanished and a small notification screen popped up. Two read it out loud. "'Restarting Meeple product...underscore...MePhone4. Please stand by.'"

Two tapped his hands together impatiently. "Come on, MePhone...Please be okay..."

Two watched the bar slowly fill up. The notification popup vanished, with another taking it's place. 'Software Update. Please wait. Installing.' Two paced a little bit, then stopped in front of MePhone. The bar finished. 'Upgrading system. Please do no turn off your Meeple Product.'

Two became more impatient the longer he had to wait. 'Update Failed. Restarting MePhone4.'

"Update failed? Is that a bad thing?" Two asked. "MePhone, buddy, please be okay..." Two kept his distance, but stayed close enough MePhone could see him. Golf Ball's Underground Lab is well lit, but there are some shady spots.

The Meeple logo went away again and his screen turned blue. His face appeared on the screen. He glitched. "I put the 'unctional' in 'functional!'" he said, smiling. He shot Two finger guns.

"MePhone, are you okay?" Two asked.

"Is that my name?" MePhone asked. "'MePhone?'" Two held back tears. "Y-yes."

"MePhone..." MePhone repeated. "I like it!" He smiled at Two. "Who are you?"

Two felt a knot in his throat. His stomach dropped. "Give m-me a minute," he said. He turned around and walked upstairs. "What happened to him?" Two asked.

"I tried to warn you," Tennis Ball said.

"He burnt his processor really bad," Golf Ball replied. "I saved what I could."

"Is there a way I could bring him back?" Two asked, holding back tears.

"No," Golf Ball said. She walked away, stopping. "I'm sorry, Two." She continued off.

"There is a way," Tennis Ball whispered, using his foot to block his mouth. "It's kinda risky though." He waited to see if Two said anything, but he just stared at Tennis Ball with a saddened expression. "He somehow has to tap into his locked memory banks."

"L-locked memory banks?" Two asked.

"Yeah," Tennis Ball replied. "Golfie said she found some of his original date trapped in locked memory banks. You somehow have to tap back into it, but...there is a good chance it won't work."

Two looked down towards the entrance to Golf Ball's Underground Lab. Then he looked back up at Tennis Ball. "How? How do I do it?"

"It involved a bit of...well...you won't like this, but he has to recall his trauma," Tennis Ball explained. "If he can recall any part of it, then...maybe, just MAYBE, he can unlock those memory banks. If it doesn't work...then..."

"He'll be gone," Two whispered.

"Yeah," Tennis Ball replied. "Two, I'm sorry. But I believe in you."

"Why didn't Golf Ball tell me?" Two asked.

"She knew," Tennis Ball replied. He looked at the ground. "She just...she just didn't want you to scare him. She didn't want you to do something you didn't want to do."

Two looked at the ground. "I...I understand. Thank you, Tennis Ball. For...for helping." Tennis Ball nodded and followed Golf Ball.

Two returned back downstairs. "Okay, MePhone," Two said, wiping his tears and trying to keep his voice steady. "I'm Two!"

"Two?" MePhone asked, turning his attention back to the number. "I was looking at my program, it says my name is MePhone...4."

"Oh, yeah, but the number isn't important!" Two replied.

"But you're a number," MePhone noted.

"Y-yeah," Two said. "But I like being a number!"

"What...am I?" MePhone asked. "I don't understand why I don't look like...you."

"You're a phone! You're part of a race called Objects! I'm an Algebralien! I'm from another planet!"

"Ooh!" MePhone cheered. "Aliens!"

"Yep!" Two exclaimed, putting his hands on his hips.

"Hey, got any snacks?" MePhone asked, narrowing his eyes and giving Two a smug look.

"Yeah, sure!" Two cheered. Two snapped and a plate of cookies appeared in front of him. He grabbed the plate out of the air and handed it to MePhone. MePhone looked overjoyed and happily accepted the plate of cookies. Reality shifted around him for a moment, showing a darker room, with a single spotlight on him. Purple walls with a red-ish orange stripe down the center. The floor is white with squares in many colors, orange, blue, and purple. A screen behind him, with a checklist of...tasks. And Two. He's taller, skinnier, and a shadow, with glasses. However, this shape isn't still. It's glitching, in and out of shape, and existence, switching between Two and the strange figure. The only things staying consistent is the bitten apple, on the shadow's chest.

"Two?" MePhone asked.

"Yes?" Two asked, reality shifting back to normal. MePhone hesitated, looking around. "Uh, nothing." He happily grabbed his cookie and started eating it. "Oh, wow!" MePhone cheered. "These are good cookies!"

"Thanks!" Two smiled. "I love baking! Hey, you wanna go outside?"

"Outside?" MePhone asked. "I can go outside?"

"Yeah?" Two replied. "You can go outside."

"Yay!" MePhone cheered.

Two helped MePhone down from the table, being careful not to knock over his cookies, handing them back to him, then leading him outside. Outside is a large, grassy field, with yellow trees. "The trees look funny."

"They wanted yellow trees," Two said, shrugging. "I gave them what they wanted."

MePhone looked at the sky, staring in awe. The clouds gently drifted in the wind, in fact, there are barely any clouds at all. "I like clouds," MePhone said.

"Me too," Two said. "There's something mesmerizing about them."

MePhone blinked. The wind is drying out his eyes. The sky began to glitch again, just like inside. The sky became closed inside of a clear dome. The ground looked different than the one he had just seen. The grass is darker, and a bit more stiff. His plate of cookies turned into a jar, with far more cookies than before. A tree appeared in front of him, then glitched. He heard a faint voice, but he couldn't make out what it had said. And Two. The same shape from before. The tall, skinny figure with glasses and a bitten apple on his chest. He's holding his hands behind his back. His mouth, a white figure on his shadow, moved, to create a sentence, with two words, but he didn't know what the figure said.

"MePhone?" Two asked, appearing back. "You okay?"

"I...I don't know," MePhone replied. "I was looking at the sky and then..." he looked up, the dome was gone, but the glitchy tree remained. "I...uh, it's nothing," MePhone said, looking at the tree. "I'm fine."

"Okay!" Two said. "Ooh, wait here."

Two walked away, and walked over to Book, who's talking to Icy and Price Tag. "Oh, here comes, Two," Price Tag mentioned. Book turned around.

"Two, is MePhone okay?" Book asked.

"Uh...well, kind of," Two replied, looking away. "I mean, he's alive, if that's what you're asking." Two gestured towards MePhone, who's walking closer to Yellow Face. Yellow Face stared at him, then backed away. MePhone touched the air, then fell forwards as his hand didn't touch anything. "He's just...not...himself."

"What happened to him?" Price Tag asked.

"He, uh..." Two rubbed the back of his head. "He kinda fried his processor...and he lost his memories, kinda."

"W-what?" Book asked.

"Kinda!" Two cried, quickly, waving his hands at her. "He can get his memories back!"

"But...but..." Boko spluttered. "I...I broke him! He exploded and now he has no memories and he's doing...that!" She pointed at him, feeling the air, before he flinched backwards. Yellow Face is staring at him from a distance. "Yeah, I'm not entirely sure what he's doing," Two said. "But we can fix him! I promise!"

"But I did this to him!" Book cried.

"Book, no, it's fine, you didn't mean anything!" Two tried to reassure her.

"No! I...I broke him! He's fried, because of me!" Book ran away.

"Book!" Price Tag called.

"Aw, Book," Two said. "You're okay."

"I'm sorry, Two," Price Tag said. "We've been trying to calm her down all morning. She's been getting more and more worried the longer he was...well, out of commission. We've been trying-"

"No, it's okay," Two said.

"How do we help him?" Price Tag asked.

"We're supposed to trigger some sort of trauma response from him," Two said, rubbing his arm. "And...I asked for anything else, but that's all Tennis Ball told me. He...he wouldn't tell me another way. I think it's the only way to fix him."

"Purposefully trigger a response from him?" Price Tag asked.

"Y-yeah," Two replied.

"That's horrible!" Price Tag cried.

"Yeah, but I think it's the only way," Two said.

"I'm sorry, Two," Price Tag said. "I'm sure you'll figure something out."

"I hope," Two said. "I...I don't want to see him like this."

Two returned to MePhone. "What are you doing?"

"What?" MePhone asked, jumping and recoiling his hand away from the weird tree. "Oh! Nothing!" Two raised his eyebrow at him. "Okay?"

"Who were you talking to?" MePhone asked.

"Oh, just some of my contestants," Two replied. "Book, Price Tag and Icy."

"C-contestants?" MePhone asked. He stumbled backwards.

"Hey, you okay, buddy?" Two asked.

"Why...why do I feel like I'm...I'm missing something?" MePhone asked.

"Well, uh..." Two said.

"No, it's nothing," MePhone said. His face glitched. "No, it's noting," he repeated. "Where to next?"

Two stared at him, trying to keep his tears back. "I, uh..." Two looked around, hoping to take his vision off his friend. This isn't right. He doesn't like MePhone like this, but...he can't just give him another trauma episode. It's not fair. It's not fair to him. It's not fair to MePhone. He doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve any of this.

"There," Two said, pointing at the two colored tree. He led MePhone to the tree and sat down under it. MePhone sat down next to him, placing his plate of cookies on the ground. "So...what now?" MePhone asked, smiling at him.

"Uh..." Two asked. What does he ask him? What does he tell him? "Wait..." MePhone said, looking at the cookies. "Where did these come from?"

"Oh, I just summoned them," Two replied. "I can create things."

Create things. Create things. That kept echoing in MePhone's head. But...why? He's just a phone. He can't do anything. He doesn't have any magic. Unless he does. MePhone snapped. Nothing happened. "W-what are you doing?" Two asked.

"I...uh, I don't know. It...felt right," MePhone said.

Perhaps MePhone's memories aren't all the way gone. Maybe...they're still half unlocked. He was touching the air, and he snapped, which is what he did when he summoned a portal to take himself back home, to his contestants. He's...doing something from his memories. That also could be why he kept asking Two strange questions, then changes his mind and says he's fine. Maybe...Maybe he doesn't have to trigger anything. Maybe he'll trigger things himself?

MePhone ate another cookie. "These are good cookies though!" he smiled.

"I'm glad you like them!" Two exclaimed.

"Don't chew with your mouth open, 4," came another voice. MePhone stopped crunching his cookie and looked around. "What?"

"I said don't chew with your mouth open," the voice repeated. "Refrain from talking with food in your mouth. In fact, you don't even need to eat, why are you?"

"MePhone, you okay?" Two asked.

"Wha-oh, yeah, I'm fine," MePhone said, finishing the cookie in his mouth.

"Hey, how about we meet the chefs?" Two said, hoping it'll take MePhone's mind off of anything happening right now.

"Chefs?" MePhone questioned.

"Well, the food comes from somewhere," Two said, smiling. "I still have to feed my contestants." There's that word again. 'Contestants.' Why does it always feel like he's forgetting something when he hears that word?

Two stood and helped MePhone up. "Okay, let's go!" MePhone grabbed his plate of cookies and followed Two, at a slower pace and further distance than before. What's happening to him? It feels like something's missing, or that he's forgetting something. But...he was just...created? That can't be right. If he was just made, then why is he getting these visions, and distortions of reality?

He looked down, but not at the ground. There's been something on his face for a while he's been seeing, but he's not entirely sure. He stopped walking. "Two?" he asked.

Two turned around, to see a worried expression on MePhone's face. "Y-yeah?"

"What's on my face?" he asked, pointing at it. Two paused. Oh no. It's actually happening. This is bound to trigger his trauma episodes. It'll bring all his memories back, but...it'll make him sad again. He was just recovering. He can't just lie to him though. He has to tell him, even if it'll hurt him. "Do you really want to know?" Two asked quietly.

"What's on my face?" MePhone asked, with more force.

Two sighed, then pulled out his phone. He turned it to selfie, then walked closer to MePhone. He handed MePhone his phone, then looked down.

MePhone stared at his reflection. "What...?" MePhone asked. He put his hand on the impact point. He rubbed his hand across one of the closest cracks, and followed it as high as he could.

A sound. A crack sound. It echoed in his head. "What...what happened?" MePhone asked himself, silently. He put his hand back on the impact point. A hand. A hand approached his face, obviously to punch him. Two took his phone back from MePhone.

"What...What?" MePhone asked. He stumbled backwards.

His screen went black, but he is still standing, regaining his balance. His screen showed a green binary code, quickly scrolling through, until it stopped on red ones. MePhone put his hands on his head, as he stumbled again.

His binary code started glitching, glitching his screen as well. His binary code, just the red one, took up his screen, then faded to blue, before turning green. MePhone's face returned, panic on his face. "No, no, no, no, no!" MePhone cried. He closed his eyes tightly. "He's...he's not here. He's...he's dead!" MePhone looked up at Two, looking at him with worry in his eyes.

MePhone ran away, stumbling and picking himself back up, and running further into the Evil Forest.

Author's Note

Uh, sorry, this one is longer than I wanted it to be.