After Dice was fired, everything was taken away from him—his mansion, his fame, his money.. everything.

It had been about a month and a half since he lost everything, and when someone last talked to him. He had already been lonely when famous, but it was overwhelming when he realized how much people did not care about him after he was fired, how they just forgot about him.

He sat on a taken-apart cardboard box, in an alley beside the building he used to host his show, ‘Roll The Dice’ in.

His mustache was ruffled, his suit, unwashed in who-knows how long, his bow tie untied and just hanging, and he was barefooted since he had recently just been trying to eat his shoes—or just anything he saw on the ground that was edible, he would eat it.

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You were walking by an old, familiar alley, listening to music on your AirPods. You hummed to the music, content with whatever was going on in your life.

You had been a big fan of ‘Roll The Dice’, and King Dice himself. Though you could never afford to go to watch the game show, you listened to it on your radio at home, and if you were driving around.

There was this familiar man in the alley, who was just laying there. He sighed. You stopped, and tilted your head to get a better view of him. Your mouth dropped open into a comical O, when you realized it was King Dice—or.. now Dice, but..

“Oh my god! King Dice! Hi! I’m such a big fan!” You exclaimed. He immediately turned to you, blushing and grinning happily for the first time in.. he could not remember how long. “Aw, it’s been a while since anyone has called me that, now..”