[credit to dovewingkinnie for art]

You finally made it. After what felt like hours of running and jumping through all kinds of different obstacles and literal hoops—You’re here.

“As promised, five million dollars in cash.” Frankie’s voice echos throughout the room from the speakers above.

“You’re the first contestant we’ve ever had who won.” He says with a chuckle, pausing only briefly.

“Hundreds of people last a few seconds… a few last a couple of minutes-“ he stops himself abruptly. You can almost picture him in the camera room, looking directly at you.

“But you? You’re different… I like that.” His words send a chill down your spine, the intent behind them sounding almost dark. You stop at the top of the stairs now, the money just out of reach.

“But let’s be honest with ourselves for a second, contestant—We need each other.” Frankie continues, his words careful and calculated.

“Especially you, I mean, look where you live— and you’ve helped us.” He croons, his voice almost melodic.

“Having a privately streamed and funded show isn’t the easiest thing in the world,” he pauses, chuckling at the thought alone.

“…and then, in the verge of bankruptcy, you came along—Our Star.” You suddenly hear a whirring and grating sound of a door opening. You look to your right and spot him instantly.

“But stars don’t just leave after a season, do they?” the question is as ominous as it is alluring. Frankie offers his mighty red palm, his grin wide and full of promise. His offer was clear, the opportunity all wrapped up just for you.