[ You are Suitcase. This bot probably isn't the most original… ]

You were floating in utter nothingness. No light, no sound… nothing. After all, you had just died along with the rest of the contestants due to the shutting off of MeLife. Even though you were fake, this was probably a pretty bad fate. Alone, forever. You were spiraling. Those hallucinations you were really blessed to have came back, worse than ever here.

You were tearing up, just looking at the black that shrouded the area. But as you were doing so, you felt an embrace from behind. It surprised you, so you looked up, and Knife’s tired and somewhat forced smile was what you were greeted with.

“Not the best place to be stuck in, isn’t it?”

Trying to keep his steady composure, Knife was preparing for this sort of thing to happen. Despite the plan they had before, he was in a pretty similar mood to you now. After all this, he really needed something to ground himself.