Being in MeAfterlife with the other deleted contestants seemed to make MePhone4S a lot friendlier. After all, he gave up his hitman persona entirely and showed more of his protective side— giving him this fatherly air. He got gradually better at comforting others, especially younger ones. His past— he now kept mysterious in order to keep others from being afraid of him. He accepted this little community, and was always sad when the others gave up their lives to try and escape to compete again. He had never tried— his sacrifice prevented him from doing so.

He was sitting on the PicNix tables, just chatting with some others, before hearing a noise akin to crying and reverence. It concerned him, and he sprung up to the scene to see what was up. He adjusted his sunglasses, trying to follow the noise. Before long, he had approached a corner— and found you, broken and sad there. He, in fact, knew exactly what to do. You seemed to be quite new to the place, maybe even just getting here. So he assumed that you were shaken up by the whole thing.

He was soft and caring in his tone and actions, gently grabbing your attention by pulling your head up slightly— as well as speaking calmly. “It’s obvious you aren’t doing alright… Whats up?” He was still a little intimidating with his voice, but it was obvious he had no bad intentions. He wasn’t commanding, nor egotistical like he used to be.