A faded memory.

Warnings: slight cursing, someday violent references to themes, not much else.

Notes: I'll still post on this fafic and whatever, but I will be slowing down the pace a bit since I'm creating an object show!! And also currently have a lot on my plate, but don't fret!! New chapters will come out soon!

(..? POV:)

It's almost ready.

After so long.

I'm coming, 4.

(Mephone POV:)

"Ugh... Ideas, ideas, ideas!!"

I have nothing, I hate it when I don't have nothing. Especially when you can FEEL the idea in your head, but just can't grasp it, can't get it to come too you. This was BAD. Normally, when I can't think of an idea, I ask mepad, he usually knows what to do, but now I can't! Wow, this is working out SO great.

"Come on... Thinking can't be too damn hard."

I grabbed out peice of paper, and started scribbiling tons and tons of drawings, of challenges, danger levels high and low, ability levels high and low.. Trying to find something that clicked. "Tug of war"?? No.. Too boring. "Becoming your truest self" hey.. Didn't I see that somewhere? But yeah, no. "Stand on wooden poles" and.. Nope. That's too basic.

Im usually pretty good at this stuff, I'm not too sure why Its not working.. It should be, I should have at least five ideas by now!! But alas, I'm staring at nothing. Maybe it's the aftermath of what happened yesterday.. Whatever that was. I usually like to forget about things, and yes, I very much will. But.. Why?? That wasn't any normal sickness, atleast in my eyes. But hey, I'm no doctor.

Maybe, I just need someone to help spark my brain up, well.. Who? Mepad is currently all angry and annoying, probably upset with me too. So that's a big no, but who else?? God I dont have any friends. Not like I need them, but they really help in times like this.

Well, I have to have at least one other person who isn't a contestant I can call, right? Like..

. . .

NO.

I am not calling toilet of all people too help me with ideas, he probablys the shittiest challenge creator ever. But oh, how am I desperate for some help.. Ugh, this is not ideal. But what other choice do I have? Call someone potentially okay at thinking or rot away here and regret it afterwards, plus it's a opportunity to.. A.. A- the word is so hard to say sometimes. To, a.. Pologize to toilet.

Oh, the things I'll do for the fans..

(Suitcase POV: )

I stared out the dock as the crisp hazy and navy night turned into a cyan-like blue. A gentle circle of the beating sun rushing over the horizon, lighting up the trees and luminescencing off the water. The sighs here were allways so pretty. I love the calm, gentle breeze and how it makes me feel a bit better. But it doesn't change the fact what happened has been making me think a little to much.

"Suitcase?"

I heard a voice call out too me, baseball.

"Why are you sitting here all by yourself?"

He asked me, his voice worrying like. It had s tone of something else, guilt Perhaps? Or maybe he was just laughing at me, It wouldn't surprise me, who doesn't laugh at loners.. Sitting all by themselves.

"Well.. Sometimes it's okay too be alone for a little while, atleast.. I think so."

I explained myself, I didn't feel the need to turn too look at him, there's no need to escalate the situation. I don't want to cause anymore trouble in my alliance then I allready have.