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And there she was again, just like every other night.
That blue floor, that golden moon, and the alien sitting on her crimson couch while she was in her own pink puffy one reserved specifically for her.
“Hello again, my dear Pillow!” One cheerfully greeted her visitor. A few moments passed, but the fluffy white object didn’t answer.
“Awh, come on!” One got up from her couch and walked towards Pillow, who only turned her head away to avoid looking at her. “Was today just too stressful for you?”
Pillow strongly clenched the armrests, slightly tearing the fabric with her claws. Every word that One was saying was only making her angrier and uncomfortable.
After some more seconds of silence, Pillow finally opened her mouth, and with a stern yet soft voice, she said something that she knew One was waiting for her to say.
”I know it was you.”
One’s eyes shot open, and her smile became smaller, though it didn’t fully disappear. She then shut her eyes and gave a chuckle before her expression went back to normal. “Of course you do. This is why I chose you to help me! You’re so smart, Pillow. Gosh! I envy you at times, you know?”
Pillow continued looking at the carpet below her feet. She refused to bring her sight anywhere near One.
“Ohh…” The alien said with a somewhat sarcastic tone. “Are you mad at me, Pillow?”
“The world almost ended, One.” She answered.
“But I thought you liked the idea of death! Or are you not the reeeaal Pillow?” One’s voice seemed almost as if she was teasing her. She proceeded to spawn one of her fake hands and placed it on top of Pillow’s. “But, seriously. It was all Pencil’s fault!”
“And yours.”
“…Right. Mine too. But still, Pillow! She’s the one that tried to change the past to her own benefit! Ugh, she’s so selfish!”
Pillow took a breath and then stood up from her couch, also swatting One’s heard away in the process. She then walked past the alien, ignoring her asking where she was going, and went towards the telescope that the algebrailien kept in the little observatory.
“What are you doing now? Are you really that mad?” One appeared behind her, but Pillow still paid no attention to her.
She placed her eye onto the telescope and positioned it to look to the ground instead of the sky. She rotated it every few seconds to look at different parts of the flower field, unable to spot anything. Eventually she gave up and threw the telescope away from her in annoyance.
“Are you looking to see who I pulled a deal with now?” One asked, pulling out her small TV from the sky and turning it on. Pillow looked away from the telescope and to the television, and that’s when she finally spotted someone who lied amidst the golden forget-me-nots.
Gaty.
“Of course, the one that is most important to Two.” Pillow muttered.
“Mhm!” One answered, keeping her gaze fixated at the gate. “Two believes that she was erased when the timeline got fixed! He won’t suspect anything! Oh, what a little surprise he’ll get—!”
”Would you do that to me?”
Pillow’s words caught One by surprise.
“What do you mean?”
“Would you take the most important people to me away?” For the first time in the night, Pillow’s pink eye finally crossed with One’s golden one.
The number kept quiet with a smile still on her face, and suddenly, multiple little statues appeared on the table that stood between the two seats.
”I don’t know, which one is more important to you?”
Pillow approached the figures, one for every contestant that was still in the game. She scanned them carefully, and was about to pick one, before she turned back to look at One.
”Why should I tell you?” She questioned, her voice still quiet and stern, though it was easy to tell that she was losing her patience. “How do I know you won’t use this against me in the future?”
One was clearly taken aback by what Pillow was saying, but she hid it with her classic grin.
“You don’t have to tell me.” She started, making all the figures disappear from the table. “Because, I already know.”
Two framed photos appeared alongside One, and Pillow immediately knew they were the ones that she had hanging in her walls.. The first one was of Book and Pillow, the latter knocking Price Tag away from the photo while the former only looked at the two of them in a spooked manner. The second photo was of the entirety of CloudYAY, however, most of the members were scribbled with a purple marker, only leaving Winner, Yellow Face, and Pillow uncovered.
Pillow stared at the two pictures, her vision alternating between both of them.
“Really? You thought I didn’t know?” One asked in a mocking manner. “But don’t worry! I wouldn’t— WOAH!”
The alien barely had any time to dodge as the two picture frames went flying straight to her, and they hit the bookshelf behind, both of them cracking in the process. One then looked back at Pillow, whose tail was spiked, fists were clenched, and her single eye was full of rage.
“I Know. I know that you know everything about me.” Pillow said, her voice went from being stern to being straight up menacing. “You know everything about everyone, but I am your favorite, so you know more of me than the others.” She paused to catch a breath. “You nearly ended our existence, and now they’re blaming it on me when I know that it was really you.”
“Pillow…”
”You don’t care about anyone, and you don’t care about me.”
The room broke into silence, and One thought that Pillow would launch at her like a rabid dog, but she didn’t. She simply stood, enraged, in the middle of the room, waiting for One to say something to try to defend herself.
But instead, the alien just sighed.
“Alright, you clearly don’t want me here.”
Pillow saw how a golden light from a portal behind her started shining on her soft white coat. She was then slightly lifted from the floor and thrown into it.
She spawned back on her bed, in her room, in the hotel. Her bed was undone as always. Her room was messy. The framed photos on her wall were cracked even though they weren’t when she had first gone to sleep.
She swore that she could see One in the ceiling, lovingly smiling at her, and at this point she didn’t know wether she was actually there or she was merely an illusion.
She didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.