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Everything was actually gone. Everything. How did that even happen?! Who’s doing was this? Mephone took a glance at everything in front of him. He didn’t dare turn around. He just could not face Cobs, he thought that he could never face his own creator ever again, Not after the recent events that just occurred. Not after what he just did. His knees were close to his chest, trembling with little to no control. His now shaky hands were near his face. Not quite touching it, but close enough to feel the heat coming from them.
Mephone noticed the hole beneath him, a reminder of the hotel that was no longer existent. Like everyone else, like everything else. If it wasn’t for the mark, it would look like the hotel never even existed in the first place. It wasn’t a pretty thought.
“Let’s go.”
Those words hit harder than a hit on the head with a metal club. Those words were words that Mephone had been dreading since the day he had left Meeple itself. He had actually heard them. He never wanted to. Cobs’ voice rang in his ears, attempting to even try to comprehend what he had just said.
“No…”
He couldn’t. Not after all of this time. He couldn’t just give up. There was no way Cobs could have won that easily, surely. There had to be some sort of loophole or maybe even escape, right?
Mephone however, knew that he was completely incorrect. Cobs had a chokehold on all of his products that could manipulate any one of them into quite literally everything. He was good at that, Mephone had to admit. He hated it.
Cobs’ voice then unexpectedly halted Mephone’s trailing thoughts.
“Come on, show’s over.” Cobs walked over to Mephone. The latter felt a chill as he felt Cobs walk by him, before settling his form in front of him. His gaze burned holes from the back of his head, he was almost surprised on how he didn’t burn, almost.
“We’re going home.” Cobs said with a stern tone. A tone Mephone was afraid of. A tone that he never wanted to hear again. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Cobs had reached his hand out to him. He wanted to run, hide from him. He knew he couldn’t, this was something Mephone couldn’t just say no to. The products hands dropped to his sides, expression turning more somber.
Mephone’s gaze lingered on ground longer, making a pathetic attempt at stalling the inevitable. He didn’t want to. However, couldn’t just stay forever.
So he did something that he never wanted to experience ever again in his lifetime. He took Cobs’ hand, and let his eyes fall shut while the rest of his face fell deeper. He had lost everything. His contestants, his game and his island. He had lost to Cobs.
He had lost.