Pen

Pen used to hate Pencil. She was selfish, and she always went overboard just to even slightly improve her chances of winning a contest. She was unbearable in his eyes. But recently, he had grown concerned for her. He had seen a different side to her, a stark contrast to the selfish exterior she was known for. He had seen her fear, fear of elimination. Fear of the hosts. And on top of that, her desperation. To keep her friends, which had all long since moved on from Pencil. Pen had overheard Pencil ranting to herself, something about Book hating her. That's when Pen felt he needed to do something. Putting aside their rivalry, Pen made his way to Pencil's and I quote, "Clubhouse of awesomeness". That's where he assumed she'd be. That's usually where Pencil hung out after contests. He knocked on the door.. no response. Great. Pen knocked once more, before deciding to just open the door. It creaked open, revealing Pencil in there alone. The usually bright, colorful lights were off, making it painfully dark. The clubhouse was bereft of any party music, which usually blared. It was eerily silent. Pen stepped in reluctantly, unable to believe the emptiness of the clubhouse, a testament to how Pencil probably felt currently. "Hey Pencil." That's all he said. A simple greeting. Sure, he didn't want to startle her. Pen stepped closer, getting himself for the likely depressing yet necessary conversation.