CBT ReTwo: Scene 15 (End)

''After a perilous ten foot drop, Octagon stands up to see nothing. He is in the dark.''

Octagon: Great. First the elimination, and now this.

''A shadow is seen lurking in the dark. Octagon is unfazed by this.''

Octagon: Can you hurry up and introduce yourself? I don't have all day here.

???: Ok!

Octagon: And you are?

Lyndon: I'm Lyndon. Also known as the executioner. How about you?

Octagon: I'm Octagon. The first eliminated contestant.

Lyndon: Greetings! This is the underground, and stuff. I don't do improv.

Octagon: How interesting. Anyways, where are we?

Octagon pauses for a moment.

Octagon: Someone's basement?

Lyndon: The building's basement, to be exact! Welcome to the Personal Torture Chamber!

Lyndon presses a button on his phone, causing a cartoony fanfare to play.

Octagon: Please tell me there won't be any actual tortuing.

Lyndon: Listen dude. Between you and me, I don't want to torture people because they lose a gameshow, ok?

Octagon: Knowing that you don't want Clinko to know that, my opinion on him has dropped even more.

''Octagon and Lyndon enter a darkened room. Lyndon turns on the lights, to reveal a joint that resembles a cozy house: A living room, with gameboards, sofas, and a TV. A kitchen with multiple cabinets, a fridge, and a stove. A bathroom, and a laundryroom. But what stands out the most is a big metal door with a red flashing light, and the number 3000 on it.''

Lyndon: So, what do you think?

Octagon: ...not bad.

Lyndon: Something on your mind?

Octagon: I don't want to admit my feelings to someone I haven't met before, but I was...happy to join the competition.

Lyndon: Really? From the way Clinko had showed me the footage from the first challenge, you seem like you couldn't be anymore happy to leave!

Octagon: Are you kidding? I had a nice team, all friendly and such. I wanted to make friends with them! But, when Flamingo Plush hit the truck into the printer when I wasn't looking, they all turned on me! If anyone else was there, they would've suffered the same fate. But that doesn't matter anymore, because everyone hates me.

''Octagon pauses for a moment. Lyndon goes into the other room to get something.''

Octagon: It's all her fault.

Lyndon: (from the other room) Huh?

Octagon: If it weren't for Flamingo Plush, I wouldn't have lost their- Ugh. I would still have trust. If it weren't for Flamingo Plush, I wouldn't have lost my temper and act like the racist I was. If it weren't for Flamingo Plush...Flamingo Plush wouldn't have to pay for what's coming to her. I want revenge. I want revenge.

Lyndon, who left the room while Octagon was monologing, comes into the room with a cake.

Lyndon: How about now, we can have some cake and watch TV? So we can calm down?

Octagon: Yeah. I'll do that.

Lyndon breathes deeply, believing that he avoided a crisis.

Octagon: For now, we wait. I'm starving!