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She sat in the apartment alone. Her friend came and went, the two could barely exchange a word whenever they saw each other. Red had little to say through the feelings of failing PK and PK had little to say through the feelings that she couldn't save Red. As Raging Red sat in silence, she was stirred by a sudden phone call. From a "handler", when she answered it, a voice on the other end talked and talked, barely letting her get a word in
>"There has been a change of plans. Whilst we can hardly replace or remove the women who have already declared for our side at the event, we have determined that any who haven't are merely a liability. Utterly useless, the lot of you, picking fights and losing fights, that is all you are good for, even when offered incentives to strive for the top you all wallow in endless failure and mediocrity."
Raging Red wanted to scream, to shout and deny but the words couldn't escape her, so she instead tried to reply meekly
>But I-
>"Can do something? I hope for your sake you can and make sure to do declare your intent fast. Otherwise you're brat Prince-sorry, FORMER Princess friend won't be the only of the two of you on the unemployment line. Fact of the matter is, there won't be a place for you, the brat, that beastly horned girl or that ginger dyke you've gotten chummy with, if you don't start pulling your weight. Do better."
The Handler hung up and Red held the phone in bafflement for a moment. She looked at the walls of the apartment, had they always felt this close? This short? The ceiling was only a foot above her and she felt it was getting closer. A tear welled in her eye and rolled down her face
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