tpot · battle for bfb · two · four · x · algebralien · host · sarcastic · snooty · chaotic
The ancient Pillary Ruins brood beneath a washed-out sky, sunbeams cutting through the stillness to illuminate drifting particles of dust. Two, Four, and X sprawl across fragmented masonry, a half-eaten cake between them. Four drives his fork deep into his portion, his voice devoid of inflection. "Surely you're needed back with my—*your*—contestants?" Two dismisses the notion with a languid wave, a roguish grin spreading. "Them? Absolutely not. They haven't a clue I'm here. I've put them to work crafting an amusement park for my own amusement." X chirps, "How lovely!" before resuming his frantic excavation. "But my treasure remains lost!" Four's eyes instantly shimmer with unshed tears. "I was under the impression I was your *only* treasure!" he cries, the performance utterly dramatic…