Player slowly, but surely, trudged his way towards Security, knowing full well that bringing the hat and cheese duo back to their senses was certainly not an easy feat.

Major conflicts have struck for both individuals in different ways and Player would have to consider his next choice of words carefully.

He peeked out of the bottom corner and it didn't even come to his attention that The Gentleman was wearing a dashing ebony looking tuxedo to compliment his two tophats.

The Gentleman was currently sobbing due to the events of the previous game, and Mr. Cheese, his dear partner, comforted him and tried to elevate his low self-esteem.

Mr. Cheese: Don't worry, The Gentleman! I think you look astounding in that outfit of yours! Don't take his awful remarks to heart.

The Gentleman: Thank you, Mr. Cheese. At least someone appreciates my sense of fashion!

Wiping some of the tears away, The Gentleman noticed a familiar face appear behind him, shaking and trembling.

Player knew of the damage he could wreak upon Mr. Cheese, and didn't even want to know what would become of himself, face to face, right at this moment.

The Gentleman: Mr. Player, stop quivering in the corner, over there and kindly refrain from interfering in our little couture!

Player was slightly relieved to hear that wasn't as bad as he expected and edged himself away from the corner.

Player: Sorry, The Gentleman. Not to interrupt, but, this is kinda urgent.

Mr. Cheese caught on to this and attempted to take advantage of his weakness of gullibility.

Mr. Cheese: What? As in to kill us both, to further your chances of getting a win? Yeah, nice try, moron!

Player: Wait, how did you know I'm an Impostor for this match?

The Gentleman: It's quite obvious, if you actually put the tiniest amount of effort into thinking, that you've easily given yourself up, by revealing yourself to be one, just now. A classic hook, line and sinker by Mr. Cheese!

Player only just realised what he mentioned and in his mind, he was slamming his head on the floor several times, in regret. He thought he would have learned from his mistakes, already.

Mr. Cheese took a bow and an audience could be heard clapping and cheering in the distance.

Mr. Cheese: I thank you!

Before long, The Gentleman was satisfied at witnessing this spectacle unfold and decided to end the match, knowing he didn't have to put in any effort.

The Gentleman: Come along, Mr. Cheese! Let's vote out Mr. Player, and let him lose yet again to teach him a valuable lesson in trust.

Player: Wait! Before you leave, just hear me out for a couple moments of your time, please!

The Gentleman: Mr. Player, you've settled in for more than a couple moments! I will not be wasting any more time listening to your whining about keeping your identity a secret!

Player: It's not that! It's about what happened earlier in the game that took place before! Please!

The pair had almost just left the room and looked back to see Player on his knees and clasping his hands together, as a sign that he was begging for their attention, before it was too late.

Both Crewmates agreed, despite looking and sounding impatient, but were a little curious on the topic he just mentioned.

The Gentleman and Mr. Cheese: Fine...

Player: Could you tell me what exactly happened in that last game, that caused this whole upset, particularly with you?

The Gentleman: As I have obviously stated before, I believe you know the answer to that question already!

Player: Why would I ask you that question if I know what the answer is? That would seem kind of stupid on my part.

Mr. Cheese: Yeah, it's not like you're already as stupid as your dim, yellow friend, sulking right over there, like a little baby!

Mr. Cheese pointed towards Veteran, who was pacing back and forth in the Reactor. Luckily for him, he wasn't close enough to hear him say that.

The Gentleman: Mr. Cheese, now is not the correct time! However, Mr. Player does make an interesting starting point. If you insist on knowing precisely what happened, well, firstly, you abruptly mentioned to me that I-

Flashback (Previous Game)

Player: Had a major wardrobe malfunction! Hey, cranky, old, man! That black suit doesn't hide the fact that you're a pompous prat, who doesn't understand how fashion works! You've made a dogs dinner out of yourself! Get some common sense and ditch the top hats, fool! Only beanies are cool! And, by the way, using complex language doesn't make you smart or big-brained, it just makes you look arrogant!

The Gentleman gasped in a vigorous manner and held his hand to his heart. It was an unnecessary surprise for him.

The Gentleman: Mr. Player! How dare you address me in such an informal and disgusting manner! Bite your tongue, fellow! Why, you should tread carefully because, by your serious actions, you are practically on the thinnest of icy waters!

Player: That was a perfect example. I rest my case. Later, Mr. Wrinkles!

The Gentleman immediately became furious and raised his finger towards him. He was prepared for a comeback but...no words were emitted from his mouth. He was left speechless and for the first time, felt powerless against him.

He simply balled his fists together and a tear flowed down from his visor. His feelings had been brutalised.

Present

Mr. Cheese: Don't forget about the bullcrap you pulled on me! You approached me, bearing a sneaky little grin on your stupid face, saying that-

Flashback (Previous Game)

Player: Mr. Cheese, I know how much Cheddar means to you as your little sidekick!

Mr. Cheese: The most amazing, awesome, pup a cheesy boy could ask for! Thanks for noticing! We're practically blood brothers, who could never separate.

Mr. Cheese gave off a cheeky smug look, which irked Player slightly.

Player: Funny you should mention that, really.

Mr. Cheese: Huh? What exactly do you mean, ding-dong?

Player: Well, you see... I accidentally killed him.

Mr. Cheese: W-w-WHA!? No, that's impossible! He can't be dead!

Mr. Cheese tried to shrug it off, as he believed that would never happen. At least, not as long as he was still alive to tell the tale.

Player: You said you two were an inseparable pair, but Cheddar must have been distracted and smelled something on me. I panicked and tried to run away, but I was tackled by him! Thing is, I didn't notice the entire time that I was holding a knife and that tackle must have made me drop it by accident... right onto Cheddar.

Mr. Cheese: Yeah, nice try, Player! You ain't fooling anyone by that lousy story of yours. He's right beside me, isn't that right, Chedd-

Mr. Cheese conveniently looked down at his side, only to find that Cheddar had completely vanished.

Mr. Cheese: Wait, where is he!?

He started to panic and went into a search frenzy, looking for his beloved canine.

Mr. Cheese: Cheddar!? Cheddar, are you there!?

He searched high and low in each and every single room in The Skeld, but he wasn't anywhere to be found, not even a hint or a trace or even a footstep.

He became enraged and almost turned into a bright shade of red. With his teeth seething, he aggressively dashed back over to Player and grabbed hold of his suit, tightly.

Mr. Cheese: Player, what the heck have you done with my cheesy dog!? Answer me, right, freaking, now!

Player: Oh, don't worry, Mr. Cheese. I'm sure part of him is in here.

He pointed towards his heart as a gesture that he might have actually been killed.

Player: Oh! I almost forgot the other part!

Player then pulled behind his back what appeared to be the bottom half of Cheddar's corpse, complete with a minute bone sticking out.

Mr. Cheese screamed at the ghastly sight and immediately let go of Player.

Mr. Cheese: No! This can't be true! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

He held the body closely to him and it was already submerged in tears belonging to Mr. Cheese, who was crying, like his life depended on it.

Mr. Cheese: I didn't mean for this to happen! How could I have taken my eyes off of you!?

Player: Well, maybe if you were a better owner, you would have paid more attention to him, other than The Gentleboy, over there! And, by the way, your cheese is rotten. See you later, dumbwad! Hahahahaha!

Present

Player covered his mouth and felt terrible about the whole situation. This took cruelty to a whole new level. Whoever this poser is, was definitely not pulling any punches.

The Gentleman: The sound of my associate sobbing caught my attention soon after, and I rushed over there as quickly as I could. Mr. Cheese told me everything and upon further inspection, it appeared that Cheddar's life........was not taken.

Player was simultaneously shocked and confused. If Cheddar was still living, and he wasn't currently situated on The Skeld anywhere, then where on Earth could he be?

The Gentleman: Don't pretend you didn't enjoy every single moment of it, Mr. Player! You thought you could pull off such a wicked stunt by spray painting Mr. Egg's body an orange shade all over, and attaching one of the coloured wires from Electrical to his...rear end, which by the way, are a complete and utter mess, over there.

Player: Oh, well, that actually puts things into a whole new perspe-

The Gentleman interrupted him before he could finish.

The Gentleman: But let me make myself clear. Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, will slide past me. Be warned, Mr. Player.

The Gentleman gave Player a cold stare during his explanation and it was beginning to become nerve-wracking for him.

Mr. Cheese: I'm not finished yet! I got a call from Sir Clogsworth over at the Cheater's Lobby and he greeted me with some so called "good news". Apparently, he was left in charge of taking care of him, without me noticing. He recalled you teleporting to his lobby and leaving him there, with no means of escape.

Player noticed a little detail that caught his attention.

Player: Wait. I...teleported over there?

Mr. Cheese responded sternly and sarcastically.

Mr. Cheese: What do you think, genius? As a former cheater myself, I was able to retrieve him in his original form. You're lucky that I found out that Cheddar was happy and healthy, otherwise, I would have merrily stabbed you over and over and over and over again!

For each 'over', he pounded his fist into the palm of his hand, getting stronger with each and every single one.