Author's Note

TPOT 16 SPOILERS AHEAD! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

MePhone followed Two to his bedroom. On the handle is a door sign, black with white words and a moon, which read, 'Do No Disturb.' MePhone sighed outside the door. "Two...look, please, I didn't mean to scare you off."

"Go away!" Two cried.

"Two-" MePhone tried.

"I don't want to talk to you! Go away!" Two replied on the other side, interrupting MePhone. MePhone sighed. He hesitated. Is this how it felt for him? When he trapped himself in his bedroom and didn't want to talk to anyone? Maybe he needs a factory reset too?

This is stupid! Two can't take his anger out on him when he was just-

This is the same thing he did to him. Two was just trying to help him and he yelled at Two as well. MePhone's fist shook. This is insane. He's not giving him the same treatment he gave him. He's going to help him, even if he doesn't want it. "Two, open the door!" MePhone demanded.

"No!" Two cried.

"Two, open this door!" MePhone commanded.

"Go away!" Two yelled.

"Two, I'm coming in!" MePhone yelled.

"You can't come in!" Two yelled. "Go...away!" MePhone banged on the door. He stopped for a moment. "Two, please, don't do this."

Two didn't answer. MePhone banged on the door again, a few more times, before he slowed down, breaking down. Tears started forming in MePhone's eyes. "Two, I know how it feels. Come out. Please." Again, no reply. MePhone banged a few more times, but weaker than before. It was hard to do it through his tears.

MePhone slid down the door. He turned around and sat in front of the door, his back on the door. "Two, please. Listen to me," MePhone said, his voice shaky. He wiped tears from his face. "I know how this feels. It's not...it's not fun. You just...want to hide in your bedroom and never see anyone else again, but...it's not right. At least open your door." Two still didn't answer, but he heard shuffling on the other side of the door, then a slide down the door. He must've joined him on the other side.

"Two, please. Open the door," MePhone tried again.

Another three days passed. MePhone, again, slid him meals from under the door. Every day, MePhone tried to get the door open, each time, to no avail. He even tried to get Two to talk to him. Still nothing. Everything he tried didn't seem to work.

MePhone stood. He needs someone to help him. Someone gentle enough to help Two. Someone who helped him. Like Tennis Ball. Tennis Ball is gentle enough, most of the time. Maybe he can help.

MePhone walked outside. "How's Two doing?" Donut asked.

"He's been better," MePhone said. "He still won't come out his room."

"Do we need to make him another cake?" Pin asked.

"No, I don't think that'll work," MePhone said. "We just need to get him to open the door at least."

"Good luck, MePhone," Donut said.

MePhone left the group, and walked over to Tennis Ball. "Tennis Ball?" he asked.

"Oh, hi, MePhone," Tennis Ball said, turning around.

"Uh, what are you doing?" he asked.

"Just...watching the storm," Tennis Bal replied, pointing at the storm on the horizon with his foot. "It...reminds me of someone."

"Oh..." MePhone replied. "I actually have something to ask you."

Tennis Ball turned back around and looked at MePhone. "I need you to talk to Two," MePhone said.

"Me?" Tennis Ball asked. "Why?"

"You and Golf Ball both helped me when I factory reset, but...you are much more understanding than she is. When Two was talking to you, I didn't hear much, except for your voices and you apologizing a bunch. So...maybe...you can help Two. He at least needs to open his door. Or talk to people. It'll help him."

Tennis Ball nodded then walked over to Two's bedroom. He looked at the Don't Disturb sign on his handle. MePhone nodded at him, then Tennis Ball knocked on the door. "Two?" he asked. "It's me, Tennis Ball. You doing okay?"

There was no answer. "You don't have to talk to anyone but at least open the door," he suggested. "It'll help you feel better. No one likes being alone."

There was a long silence behind the door. "Please, Two. We really need you. We're so worried about you. And we...we want to make sure you get better. We've all lost friends in these competitions so...I know how you feel." There came a click at the other side of the door. MePhone put his hand on the door knob, and twisted it open. He pushed it open a little, then sighed of relief when it opened all the way. "Thank you, Tennis Ball," MePhone smiled at him. "This will really help."

"Anything to help Two," Tennis Ball said. "He's been so nice, it'd be a shame to see him so miserable. Two?" he asked, turning towards Two, lying on his bed. "Let me know if you need anything. I want to help you."

"Two?" MePhone asked, once Tennis Ball walked out. "Two, I'm...I'm sorry. I...I wasn't trying to yell at you. I'm really sorry. He walked into the room. The dresser, with the television on it, is clean as normal. The other side of his room is a little messier. There is an open box of crayons, with a few crayons on the ground. There is a picture frame knocked off the wall, ripped in half.

A picture flashed into MePhone's mind when he looked at it. All his contestants. Deleted by MePhone X. Their lifeless, inanimate bodies lying on the ground, with words written across them. Their traits he gave them. Then, his contestants started yelling at him, knocking him over a cliff with an endless abyss down below. MePhone staggered and shook the thought off.

"Not now, MePhone..." he whispered. "Not now."

He turned back towards Two. "You doing okay?" Two didn't answer, but instead, rolled onto his back. MePhone looked out the window. "Well, at least the blinds are open," MePhone joked. Two just stared at him, a look of saddened annoyance on his face, then turned back to the roof. "Okay, no jokes," MePhone muttered.

MePhone sighed. "Two, look, I'm really sorry for yelling at you. I...I didn't mean to hurt you. But...I just didn't want you to feel the same way I did. It...doesn't feel good, basking in your misery and depression. I felt so lonely I...I didn't want the same things for you."

Two still didn't answer. He didn't even move. MePhone doesn't even know if Two is listening. "Two, if you wanna-" he started yelling. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, the same ones that Two showed him previously. That caught Two's attention, since he looked at him again, but he still has a saddened look on his face. "Two, look, I know you don't want to talk, but at least let people in. Don't lock them all out, okay?"

Two glanced at the picture he tore in half. The one with him and Gaty, sitting on their special sofa, laughing. He's not entirely sure who took that picture, but...it's always been his favorite. He looked away from it, back at MePhone, his expression softening a bit, then back at the ceiling.

MePhone sighed. "I'm not sure what else to do, Two," he admitted. "I'll be...around. If...if you wanna talk."

MePhone walked out of Two's room, ignoring the images nagging in his mind as he walked past the picture frame, and back outside.

A couple hours passed. Book, Pillow, and Price Tag showed him how to play Goinkys and Dragons. MePhone wasn't as good as they were, but Price Tag told him that's how every new player is. Pillow seemed impatient and was rushing him, and in the game itself, but Book reassured him he was doing fine.

"Contest!" X yelled from outside.

"Contest?" Book cried. "Oh my gosh! We're late!"

"We'll come back to this later, MePhone," Price Tag said.

The group quickly caught up with the contestants, Four and X. "Two is out of commission today, so X and I will be hosting!" Four said, voice cracking halfway through.

"Today, we're playing hide-and-seek!" X cheered, a smile on his face.

"You have ten minutes to hide," Four said. He pulled a red, square robot out from nowhere and placed it standing up next to him and X. Four slapped the robot's body, leaving a blue pain mark on it. "This is my color."

X did the same, leaving a yellow mark. "And this is my color!" X cheered. Four continued talking while X walked over to MePhone. "Do you want to join us?" he asked.

"Wha-me?" MePhone asked, shocked.

"Yeah," X said. "You were a host, right?" MePhone didn't answer. "Oh, you...you don't have to. You don't have to join if you don't want to! I didn't mean to upset you! I'm sorry!"

"No, no, it's fine!" MePhone replied. "I...I'll join."

"I'm so sorry, I-what? You will?" X asked, excited.

"Yeah, I'll join," MePhone said. "I do love hosting. And...it's pretty much the only thing I know."

"Yay!" X cheered. He excitedly ran over to Four. He whispered to Four for a moment. "And we have Two's friend joining us as well," Four said, a slight grumble in his voice.

MePhone walked over to Four, standing next to him, with a slight pride in his stride. Four beckoned MePhone to slap Roboty, as he called the robot, as well to show them their color. When MePhone told him he couldn't conjure colors, Four grumbled before handing him a paintbrush he created.

MePhone slapped the large, wide paintbrush on Roboty and created a light blue splatter. "And that's my color!" MePhone cheered.

"Oh, great, MePhone's joining," Pencil grumbled.

"Yeah, MePhone!" Snowball cheered.

MePhone smiled at Snowball. "You have ten minutes to hide. And X and I-"

"And MePhone!" X added.

"-have one hour to find you!" Four continued. "And if you die after ten minutes is up, then you're disqualified!"

"So no dying!" X cheered.

Four and X stared at the contestants. The contestants stared back. "What are you all doing here?" Four asked. "The timer is going! Go!"

The contestants scattered in different directions, most of the teams staying together, some separating.

"Uh..." MePhone started. "I missed it. Who got eliminated?"

"Pin and Icy!" X said.

"Pin?" MePhone asked. "Death PACT Pin?"

"There's only one Pin," Four grumbled.

"Aw, but I didn't get to talk to her!" MePhone cried. "I wanted to thank her!"

"Now you can't!" Four said.

"Aw, what did you want to say?" X asked.

"When the whole world was ending thing was going on," MePhone said, spinning his hand in a circle, "she pulled me in and helped me when I was having a hard time. I didn't get to properly thank her."

"It's too late," Four said.

"I'm sure she'd like that," X said. "You can thank her team for her."

"Yeah..." MePhone said. "I guess."

A beam of light struck from the sky, nearly hitting MePhone. It grazed his back, bounced off, and hit Four's Clock shaped watch.

"Wha-wha-wha-wha-what was tha-a-a-at?" MePhone asked, glitching.

"Are you okay?" Black Hole asked.

"You're not hiding," Four grumbled.

"I-I-I-I think I'm f-f-f-fine," MePhone reassured Black Hole.

"O-okay," he said.

"Fifteen seconds!" Four cheered, looking at his watch.

Black Hole flew off. As quick as Black Hole was gone, Four's watch beeped. Well, less of a beep and more of a monotoned voice saying beep. "Time to seek!" Four cheered. He flew off instantaneously.

"How many are we tagging?" MePhone asked X.

"Three people on each team!" X said. "In an hour."

"Thanks," MePhone said. Fanny fell outside. X and MePhone stared at her. MePhone tapped her with his paintbrush. "I hate being tagged!" Fanny cried.

MePhone walked inside the hotel. There has to be someone in here.

He stopped. Two. Two is so sad, and he's not sure how to help him. There's gotta be something.

Two likes pictures. He has pictures all over his room. Besides, he gave MePhone a picture as well, to decorate his room with. Maybe he'll make him a photo collection. Yeah, that could work.

The wall ripped off. "Black Hole?" MePhone asked.

"Aw, dang it," Black Hole muttered.

"Sorry, Black Hole," MePhone said, throwing paint into his gravitational field.

"It's alright," Black Hole said. "What are you doing?"

"I'm gathering pictures for Two," MePhone said. "Do you have any?"

"I can't carry anything on me, but I'm sure people around here might have some pictures you can use," Black Hole replied.

"Thanks," MePhone said.

MePhone walked into Two's bedroom. He's asleep. That'll make it a little easier to grab this picture.

MePhone reached for the picture in the frame, but stopped as those pictures came back again. This time, it was added with a new one. MePad. MePad appearing in front of him, stopping the knife from hitting him. MePad appearing and falling to the ground.

MePhone stepped away from the picture. "Come on, MePhone, pull yourself together," he whispered. "This is for Two. For Two..." He closed his eyes and grabbed the frame. He flipped it over and carefully pulled the picture out. Underneath it is the other half of the picture. Gaty.

MePhone put the frame back together, carefully walking out with the picture halves. MePhone wandered around the hotel seeing if he could find more pictures. Even asking a few of the eliminated contestants who were already there if they had any, or knew where to find any.

A few people had pictures and willingly gave them to MePhone. "What are you doing?" Four asked X somewhere nearby.

X giggled. "I'm watching this alien thing run around!" Four narrowed his eyes. "Hmmm...something's off about this.." He leaned in closer to the alien thing in the distance, rubbing his chin. It exploded. "Much better!"

X's jaw dropped. MePhone laughed, then splat the area with his light blue paint. TV's face reappeared, sad. TV walked towards the rest of the eliminated group.

The rest of the contest went by as quickly as it started. Soon, the only people who remained were Grassy, Marker, Tree and Bottle, who was hiding behind the door. "Of course she was behind the door," MePhone sighed.

Once the contest was over, and CloudYay being up for two eliminated team members, Golf Ball, Donut and Winner giving Pencil dirty looks, MePhone went back inside the hotel. These pictures ought to do something good. Hopefully.