(This is based off a fanfic I'm planning on making!)

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Donut sat atop the roof of the dull hotel, gazing over the dead, grey waste of what used to be the grasslands. The only source of light were the green and blue glow of his limbs. He had beaten the battle royale. And he was happy about it. He had been through so much drama for YEARS, he had gotten sick of it. This victory was like a brand prize for him.

Only problem..

Donut felt a spark of guilt in his pride. Was all this really worth winning a challenge? Everyone was dead (Except Two), and he didn't know how to recover them, since the only recovery center was broken. No, no, that was okay. He'd figure it out.

Then again, did Donut REALLY want to recover them? He was engulfed with dopamine and contentment, finally getting some revenge after all that time. But...was this really him? As Donut recalled past memories, he WAS strict and yelled, sure, but he always made sure people were okay. He remembered putting everyone else before himself, even if it meant "himself" wouldn't be a thing.

BUTTT..

Oh, how this victory felt so amazing. He had LITERAL power in his limbs, One was defeated..

Maybe Donut didn't have to be the "parent" of everyone anymore. He could simply cause chaos and mayhem. Or, as said before, just never recover anyone, and let Two bedrot in their room.

God, these emotions were so confusing..