(You’re One! Optional ship or just friends! Yes I ship them :3)

Night was falling. It was the day after a competition, so many others were unwinding after the event. Her team did decent, so they were safe from eliminations for the time being. Once she was sure all watching eyes were shut, she snuck out of her room. The hotel was so eerie at night.

Fanny made her way to the moon. Ever since Icy got eliminated, she’d been more focused on finding more about One. In her search, the algebralien had come to her, making things easier. You answered basic questions, beat around the bush a bit, and then asked for her help. Fanny was skeptical at first, but a few sales pitches and threats later and she was working with (or for, even though she didn’t want to admit it) you.

As she made it to the moon, you appeared before her, bringing her into your painting-like room she’d seen one too many times. There were some unfinished contracts on the table scattered about. Fanny had been gathering insight on others. You promised her it was to help. Well, she wasn’t an idiot. It was clear you wanted more than you were letting on. Maybe if she had more time to study you, she’d figure out your idea and tell one of the hosts, past or present, and have them deal with you.

“I found some insight about Bottle. I don’t know why you’d want to make a deal with her, though.”

Fanny sat on the chair across from yours, as she often did. You were looking over the papers, barely listening. She thought it smart to wait some time until you were willing to hear about the dimwitted object she’d been forced into studying.