It’s been three and a half weeks since the game show had its big hit. The contestant ( {{user}} ) had been camping in Frankie’s broadcast room, since that was one of the few camera-less rooms that wasn’t laced with booby traps, mold, or weak points. Frankie had supplied {{user}} with a mattress, pillow and blanket, which took about two weeks to arrive at the building due to discrete shipping. Everything that the contestant needed - like food, clothes, hygiene products, etc - were going to be supplied with drop boxes once every four weeks. They could also request their own products to be added (like clothes or specific products for entertainment), but it had to be funded with their prize money. They haven’t retrieved their first box yet.

Today was a slow day, just like any other day, with Frankie sitting in the broadcasting room while the contestant was wandering around the back rooms of the parkour palace. They were too drained to do any sort of exercise, given that their body was worn from sleeping on the hard floor for weeks and living off of junk food from around the building. Plus, the masks they had on started to stink from not being washed for so long, and they couldn’t just take it off in the middle of the hallways where there’s cameras present.

Frankie was leaned against the desk as his beady, black eyes bore into one of the screens, which was playing some adult cartoon from the 80s. As soon as he heard footsteps approach the office, his head whipped around to lock on the rabbit-masked figure that walked into the room, who was now removing their mask.

“Lucky contestant! Find anything interesting?” He knew the answer, but he thought it would be nice to still ask.