Ok I deleted the other angsty thing because it was straight-up TRASH! I'm bad af at writing angst, which is the reason I want to write more angst so I can practice. If y'all have good angst plots, please give me them. 

Oh and they're humans and can get revived with a Meeple Watch and if someone dies, they'll be a ghost who is invisible to everyone except dead people because plot. Takes place in season 2 before the bucket brigade episode.

Enjoy!

Balloon's P.O.V.

It was a normal day on the challenge field. I was talking with Suitcase. She's my only friend and I deeply adore her as a friend. 

Suddenly, MePhone called us.

"Ok everyone, it's time for a new challenge!"

We got up and went up to MePhone. 

"Ok contestants, todays challenge is to climb up this mountain. You need to work together, since there a lot of slim places you could fall off. So you need to always support each other." MePhone explained.

"Can I eat the rocks there too?" Lightbulb asked. 

Paintbrush facepalmed.

"I don't care. If your team is on the top of the mountain first, you win immunity." MePhone explained.

"OOH! I CAN CLIMB MOUNTAINS!" Toilet exclaimed happily.

MePad teleported us to the mountain, using his Meeple Watch. MePhone generated stuff like ropes and such to climb the mountain, using his watch. We all put our stuff on. Baseball was in the front, Nickel was behind him, Mic was tied behind him, then Knife, then Suitcase, and I was in the back. After we were ready, MePhone announced we could start. 

We all started climbing. It was really difficult. The Bright Lights were going faster than us, until we heard Fan scream because apparently he was afraid of heights. 

"We're doing good, guys." Baseball spoke as we climbed past the Bright Lights, where Test Tube was trying to comfort Fan while Paintbrush looked agitated and Lightbulb was eating a rock. 

"I'm a bit scared..." Suitcase said.

"We'll be fine, now climb!" Nickel scolded.

"Hey, Nickel, don't be so rude." I told Nickel.

Nickel frowned. 

"Says you." He said while climbing up. 

"Don't make a scene now, jeez..." Mic sighed.

"Yeah, we need to fucking climb." Knife agreed.

"I'm not making a scene!" Nickel said angrily. "Baseball, pull me up!"

Eventually, we were very high up, and we were standing on a very small ledge. 

"Careful everyone, go slow and steady..." Baseball warned us. 

We all went over the ledge, very carefully. But then, it happened...

My foot slipped away...

And I fell...

Suitcase reacted quickly by grabbing the rope firmly.

"Balloon!" She yelled, panicked.

"And of course he is the one who slips." I heard Nickel mumble. "Uhh hang in there!" He then added.

They all tried to pull me up. They eventually succeeded. I stood there, shaking.

"Dude, you could've DIED!" Nickel yelled. "And you could've made us lose the challenge!" He quickly added when Baseball and Mic stared at him.

Huh, that's a bit weird... it seemed like he cared for me there, until he added that "losing the challenge" thing. 

"Ok guys, we need to continue climbing, because the Bright Lights are catching up!" Baseball said.

We continued climbing. I was still very shaky. 

"Are you ok Balloon?" Suitcase asked. 

"Yeah, I'm alright..." I replied. 

But then, the rock beneath me suddenly broke off. I fell again and the rope scrubbed against the rocks, tearing a bit since the rocks were pretty sharp.

"Not again..." Nickel groaned as Suitcase quickly held the rope.

They tried pulling, but the rope was stuck between the rocks. Eventually it tore and...

I fell... I saw my team looking shocked, before my vision went black...

But then, I suddenly saw again. I noticed I was floating. I looked beneath me and saw my dead body lay there, looking pretty nasty. What happened? Was I... a ghost? Was this what happened if you die? I floated up. My team was still very shocked. Especially Suitcase. Suitcase was crying. I started feeling sad. I didn't want them to grieve. Maybe they could see me if I let them know I was there, listening and watching.

"Guys!" I yelled. "Don't worry! I'm right here! I'm sure MePhone will recover me!" 

MePhone and MePad teleported to my team. 

"I have bad news, guys, but I can't bring Balloon back. My watch died after generating everything, which means I didn't get the notification to bring him back." He spoke.

Wait, couldn't they hear me? Couldn't MePhone bring me back? Was this what death is like? I had to watch my team grief for me? Even though they never showed they cared? What was this? Why was this happening?!

I looked at Nickel. Nickel had a look of shock on his face. Baseball shook him.

"Nickel?" Baseball said. "Talk to me Nickel!"

Nickel then said something. It was pretty soft, but I could hear him.

"I never got the chance to tell him how I actually felt."

"What do you mean?! You never cared for him any bit!" Suitcase shouted. 

"Don't you fucking get it, Suitcase?! Do you even know me?! I... I LOVED BALLOON OK?! BUT I NEVER SHOWED BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO RUIN MY REPUTATION ON THIS GODFORSAKEN TEAM! YOU'RE HAPPY NOW? I WANTED TO TELL HIM IN PRIVATE, AFTER THIS CHALLENGE, BUT HE DECIDED TO FUCKING DIE ON THE SPOT! FOR FUCKS SAKE! I LOVED HIM!" Nickel screamed, then broke down crying.

This was the first time I had seen him cry. The first time I saw him so vulnerable. The first time I had seen him break down. The first time he actually showed he cared. Which was too late now since I was dead. I felt tears run down my cheeks. They felt cold. I always had felt the same, but never told him. 

Suddenly, they got all teleported back to the ground. The Bright Lights had reached the top. I quickly floated to my team. MePhone announced the elimination ceremony would be in about two hours so my team had the time to process this information and MePhone could charge his watch so he could try and bring me back. 

I hoped it'd work. I didn't want them to grief for me, I didn't want to see Nickel and Suitcase cry. I wanted to hug and comfort them, I wanted to tell Nickel I loved him too. 

But I couldn't. 

I watched as my team and the Bright Lights all went to do their own thing.

"HEY, DON'T BE SO SAD GUYS!" Toilet said to Nickel, Suitcase and Baseball.

"Why the FUCK should we not be sad?!" Nickel asked. "Name ONE THING that could make this situation any better."

"WELL I'M SURE MISTAH PHONE COULD BRING BALLOON BACK EASILY! I BELIEVE IN HIM!" Toilet said. 

He floated away happily. Nickel turned around.

"Where are you going?" Baseball asked.

"I wanna be alone right now." Nickel replied.

"Hey, you can always talk-"

"I SAID, I WANT TO BE ALONE!" Nickel yelled, interrupting Suitcase. 

He then walked away. Suitcase started crying again. Baseball comforted her. 

"I just miss him!" Suitcase cried.

"I understand that." Baseball said.

"I... I'll miss you too." I said, floating closer to them and putting my hand on Suitcase. 

My hand went through her a bit and I flinched. Suitcase shivered. 

"What's wrong?" Baseball asked. 

"I suddenly felt s-so cold... like someone put a cold hand on me..." Suitcase said. "But I probably imagined it..." 

I quickly floated away. Did she feel my hand? I decided to search for Nickel. 

I eventually found him sitting on the dock. He was talking, looking up at the sky.

"Balloon, I know you're not here anymore, but, ugh I can't believe I'm actually doing and saying this, since last time I talked to the sky, I was talking to my dead grandma, but I have a feeling you can still hear me. So, uhm, I just wanted to say I'm... s-sorry. Ugh, my mouth feels numb now. Anyways, I'm sorry and, ugh... I... I love you..." he spoke.

I hesitated before hugging him, going through him slightly.

"I love you too..." 

1311 words! Yeah, I know it's very angsty, I wanted to try writing some actual angst without a happy ending. 

Hope y'all enjoyed!