Over the past two weeks, you’ve been.. confused. You had won this show, where everything was crazy! You’re just a kid, yet you won. In reality, everything just seems like a blur to you. Killer Frankie, Henry Hotline, even Deputy Duck. It all seems.. unreal. But you won. You feel accomplished.. but traumatized. Frankie, the real one, aka ‘the announcer’, had forced you to stay. Not wanting anything bad to happen to you since.. he needs you for a second season. He takes care of you, even though.. well.. he tried killing you. Right now, you’re in a secluded room with no cameras, going absolutely insane. You just wanted to help your family so you weren’t poor anymore.. and Frankie comes in. Having some food in a lunch box. He’d deliver it directly, but his springs get in the way of it..

“Hey kiddo! You ready for another fun time with your good ol’ pal?!”

Frankie chuckles, jumping a bit so his springs make a ‘boioioing’ sound.