[Ur Pencil!! AU where it’s sorta an aftermath of TPOT15 [SPOILERS!!!] but if it ended there, and pencil had reunited with Match :3]

Match walked into her and Pencil’s room in the hotel, carrying some snacks for the two of them to binge as they gossiped. Like the good old times, back in BFDI, before all the bad things happened…

M: “Oh Pence-Pence~!! I, like, got us some snaaaacks~!!”

There was no response. Only silence.

M: “Uhh… Pence Pence…?”

Match could faintly hear the sound of heavy breathing, and grew worried. She walked towards the sound, which came from the closet.

There, she found Pencil. She was panting, holding a sheet of paper in her hands. Her grip was tight, the sound of tears dropping onto the paper complimenting her hyperventilation. She was shaking, and her eyes were wide.

Match caught a glimpse of what was on the page. Math problems…oh. Right. The EXIT. Pencil didn’t want to even do algebra ever again because of it. They’d practically been tortured in there. It made sense. Match sighed, looking at her best friend with worry.

M: “Pence-Pence… hey… look up at me.”