(TW: blood, gore? cannibalism, Self harm)

He glanced down at the letter that was sent to him, he thought it was a scam but maybe not...? He flipped it over and saw the address, 2763 Yoyle Street. Seem's reasonable. He walked slowly and tiredly as he trotted towards his bathroom, he didn't have that good of a place. It was a broken-down apartment, on the side of town near the junkyard. He looked up into the mirror, meeting his own eyes. He was an Old Computer, one of those from the 80's. He looked at the letter again. It read,

"Hello Computery! I am inviting you to a challenge, you will win one million dollars if you stay locked in a room until you are the last one left. The address is 2763 Yoyle Street, be there tomorrow. Have fun!"

Computery did REALLY need the money, he barely kept up with his rent. His city is nearly destroyed, and the King doesn't care for anyone in this land. He thought about it for a while before he decided he was going to do it. Maybe this will turn out, okay? It's probably just a few weeks before the other people back out. He rests his head on his beat-up bed, laying himself on the old mattress. Tomorrow will be different.

Computery tiredly opened his eyes, he didn't get a wink of sleep last night. Which is normal, He got up and checked the cupboards for any food, 

he found some milk in the cupboard below the kitchen sink. "Jeez, how drunk was I when I did this?" He asked himself. He shook it off and had some cereal. He got up and put his jacket on. He stepped into the cool, chilly blizzard and walked into the direction; it was on the other side of the city. But it was worth it. He made his way, trekking through the forest. Weird how this house was in the forest, a bit suspicious but he brushed it off. He found a large facility; he was astonished at how he didn't know it was there.

 Computery opened the large doors and found someone who looked like they worked there, "Um excuse me uh do you know.... where am I meant to be?" he asked, waving the letter around. "Oh! You must be Computery! Come, come." He followed after them. He got pushed into a room, he glanced back and the door shut. "WAIT! Let me out!" He was banging on the door, begging to be let out. "It's no use, there's no escape." He glanced back and saw a red Lego block, lighting a cigar.

"Who...?" Computery began before being cut off, "Lego block. But that's none of your business." Computer squinted and then without hesitation, said "Are you like the Walmart version of Clint Eastwood?". Lego Brick glanced up but then rolled his eyes and kept smoking. Computery looked around and saw eight more objects were standing around, interacting.

 There seemed to be a spray paint bottle, a rose, an ice cream cone, a tooth, a basket, an hourglass, a painting, and a tire. Computery decided to go up to the hourglass, who just walked away. He then just decided to go back against the wall and sat there for quite a bit. No one interacted with him, no one acknowledged him, and he was forgotten. He glanced up and saw Spraypaint grab out a razor and started cutting, slicing his leg.

 Computery's eyes widened at the scene, "Wha-" Computery started before getting rudely interrupted, "Leave him, it's normal." Tooth told him. Computery silently nodded and went back to what he was doing, which was nothing. A few hours passed as a voice boomed from the speakers, "Hello everyone! Now that we have all of our contestants, we can start! Now, I don't have any food at the moment uh...." The voice started to fade out as it soon got louder. "Okay! So, uh find the most edible person in the room, that will be your food! Aha! Bye!" 

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The crowd of people glanced at the speakers before one of them spoke up. "What kind of mentally, deranged psychopath would do that?!" Basket yelled in a 40-year-old, drunk, western voice. Lego brick-who is beside him- shrugs. "We do need the food..." The tooth suggests before everyone (besides Computery) starts to turn their head towards ice cream cone.

 Computery watched in horror as everyone started devouring her. The violent screams of ice cream cone filled the room, blood splattered all over Computery. He watched until everyone had finished fighting over Ice cream cone's body. Nothing was left, apart from a few crumbs and some blood splatters. Computery couldn't take his eyes off the scene. Finally, he managed to get out of his trance and look away.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!!!! I'll try to update every Sunday AEST (Australian Eastern Standard Time)

i relate to Spray paint bottle LOL