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I can't seem to remember who I am.

It's probably been a few weeks after the incident, at least I hope because time doesn't really work around here. I can't really remember things such as my name or where I came from; everything before my supposed death is just a blur. Every other bean around me doesn't seem to go by any name, as far as I could tell with their lack of actual speech. I can't quite put my stubby finger on it...but I think my name is Pink? I think I may be losing myself in this technicolor...rubber purgatory...or would it be PVC?

"Woo..."

I quickly spin around and face another 'Fall Guy' staring at me with the same beady eyes not unlike the ones everyone else has here. They're just looking at me with those dark, almost soulless eyes as if the being or even human mind once in there has succumbed to forgetting oneself and becoming one with a...hivemind. "What the fuck do you want?" I quickly say before getting cut off by them grabbing me and taking me somewhere.

**Costume Room**

The bean that was more so dragging me somewhere ended up leaving me in some sort of changing room that you would find in some sort of mall setting. I have no idea as to why or how I've never seen this place before, but they just tossed me a random set of a costume before leaving. "Huh...that was very odd...anyways what the hell did they give me...?" I question before looking inside the costume contents. Inside the contents seemed to be some sort of workout attire, 90's esque headband and all. "...It's better then nothing I guess..." I say as I start putting on the costume. After some time and struggle of trying to get the whole outfit on, I spun around to look at myself in the mirror.

...this is so fucking stupid looking...woo...

While I was looking at the mirror showcasing the "beany" reflection of myself, I weirdly had an urge to...compete? Didn't I tell myself that I was just going to wait around at the starting line every game? Why do I have the urge to- "Woo~" I turn around, praying -hell, hoping- that the noise was coming from another Fall Guy, but it sounded like it came from me. "W- wh- woo?" I try to say again, expecting that the way I said it wasn't like the one from earlier. 

I..the "Woo~" sounded like it came from me.

"WHY CANT I REMEMBER WHO I AM?!?" I yell, almost scream from the top of my bean-shaped lungs; hoping that some intellectual being can hear me and get me out of this hell-scape that is the...

BLUNDERDOME.

"That's the name of the damn game...isn't it? You take a bunch of poor souls, change their biology, force them to look ridiculous in costumes, a- and what? They're stuck here in this purgatory until they somehow win or lose themself trying..." I sob out whilst trying not to collapse in the floor in a mental break down.

I'll have to win...to keep my sense of self...and sanity

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