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1x1x1x1 was from the 4th dimension. Also, she hated the 3rd dimension. She didn't like how, ugly it was. So, she trapped a bunch of innocent 3D people in a bunch of scary dark tunnels for fun. Also, they're endless. And escape is impossible. How fun. 

"WHAT THE FUCK" Bive said. "WHERE THE HELL ARE WE."

"I don't remember this being a floor." Mannequin_Mark said to himself.

"Hmm, if anyone's responsible for trapping us here.." Elliot pondered. "It's probably that shady mafia guy over there." Elliot continued, pointing at Mafioso.

"Excuse me?! You think I'd trap people in some smelly rusty tunnels?!"

"Well, you're in the mafia, are you not?" Elliot questioned.

"Yes, I am, but if I want to punish someone, I KILL them, not trap them in rusty tunnels." Mafioso said in a scolding tone.

"I don't think fighting is going to get us any closer to finding out who did this, honestly." DB said, popping into the conversation as if he'd always been in it.

"Eh- Who.. who are you? Why are you-"

Before Mafioso could finish his sentence, DB simply walked up to him and said "It's not your problem."

"I think I still get the right to know the logic of a living fruit." Mafioso said.

"Too bad, so sad. I'm going to see if there's anyone I know here." The banana said before hopping off into distance.

"Well, uh- Anyone know who ELSE could've done it?" Mark asked in a shocking calm tone for the situation at hand.

"I think it's that fruit guy." Mafioso said.

"IT'S CLEARLY THE MAFIA GUY! ARE YOU GUYS STUPID?!" Bive yelled dramatically.

"I already explained myself, do you really think-"

Mafioso was cut off again, this time by a voice coming overhead.

"TESTING, TESTING.. UH. 1234.. OH COOL, IT WORKS."

"Uhm, who is this?"
"HEY LOESRS, I AM SUPREME OVERLOAD 1X1X1X1 OF THE FOURTH DIMENSION. YOU GUYS ARE TRAPPED HERE BY ME!!"

"I told you I didn't do this."

"THERE APPEARS TO BE A COUPLE OF YOU MISSING, WHICH IS STUPID. WHY DOES EVERYONE RUN OFF NOWADAYS?"

DB, along with some others, are magically teleported back with everyone else.

"Oh hey, I know you-"

"OKAY COOL I FIXED IT. SO uh. YOU HAVE TO ESCAPE. EXCEPT YOU CAN'T. THAT'S WHAT MAKES IT FUN. IS THAT YOU GUYS ARE STUCK HERE FOREVER!!! HAHAHAH-"

"I think it'd be nice to get some physical and mental exercise, actually." Prototype said.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! WE'RE TRAPPED HERE POSSIBLY FOREVER AND YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT EXERCISE?!" Announcer shouted at Prototype, who was completely unphased.

"FINALLY, someone else WITH SENSE HERE, I thought I WAS THE ONLY NORMAL ONE." Bive said, gesturing towards the mic.

"Oh, no, I don't- I don't wanna associate with you, whate- uh, whoever-  you are."

"WhatEVER. Guess I'm gonna be the only one escaping this hellhole." 

"ARE YOU IDIOTS DONE TALKING SO MUCH?"

...

"OKAY COOL. OKAY SO I HAVE RULES TOO. NO GLITCHING. like you'd ever be smart enough to do that anyways. ALSO, DON'T THINK YOU CAN CALL FOR HELP. THERE'S NO SIGNAL HERE."

"Aw crap."

"Well I'll be damned."

"i think that's everything. GOOD LUCK STUPID LOSERS. bye."

Loud feedback came from the intercoms.

"HOW THE HELL DO I TURN THIS OFF?!"

"Uhm, you're gonna want to-"

"I WASN'T ASKING YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Okay, sorry-" Announcer shrunk back a little from the how loudly 1x was yelling.

Eventually, the noise stopped, and the intercoms were off.

"So... do we have a plan?" Elliot asked. "Or are we going to stand here and accept our fates?"

"Well, we could all split up and report back here when we find an exit!" Prototype suggested.

"NO WAY, ARE YOU STUPID?! WITH NO MEANS OF COMMUNICATION TO EACH OTHER, AND THE RISK OF MONSTERS BEING AROUND HERE?!" Bive yelled angrily.

"Oh, right. Well, I can always-"

"I could help out." A voice came from one of the four tunnel entryways that surrounded them. A majority glanced over to see that it came from... a blue light??

"Oh boy! If it isn't my good ol' friend Guiding Light!" Announcer said, prancing over towards her.

"WH- You KNOW this clown?!" Bive asked in an interrogative manner.

"Oh, of course I do! She and I go waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back, like the time I-"

"Feel free to follow me, I know what I'm doing."

"Yea, uh- what she said!"

Mark, Prototype, and Elliot went over towards the duo. Leaving Bive, who has major trust issues, Mafioso, who wasn't interested in looking to a LIGHT for directions, and DB, who was simply just staying back to piss Announcer off.

"Well, I guess we're going in groups then."

"Hey, we only have 3 people, and you guys have five. We should get one of you guys with us." Mafioso complained.

"Well, why don't you choose?" Guiding Light asking, showing no resistance to the mob boss's idea.

"I pick Ann-" "WE CHOOSE PROTOTYPE."

"I'm getting mixed signals here." Announcer sighed.

"I'll go." Prototype complied, walking over to the formerly undersized group.

"I guess that settles it. We'll be heading off now. Good luck, you four." Guiding Light said, before slowly floating off, while the others followed her.

"YEA, WELL- uhm, YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANYWHERE, I KNOW IT!" Bive yelled, not even acknowledging the light's compliment.

"So, uh. Are we just going to go off now too?"

"We sure are!" The berry said, a big smile on his face as if he wasn't trapped with a mob boss and a smelly conspiracy theorist.

"Well, I'm going to head off in this direction." Mafioso said, pointing in the opposite direction of where the first group went. "You guys are free to follow, I suppose."

And so they did. Except Bive.

"Aren't you coming?" Mafioso asked.

"No." Bive replied.

"Yea, sure. Let's see how well that goes when I make you." The cloaked man said, heading over to Bive and grabbing her arms as tightly as he possibly can.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" Bive screeched, continuing to yelp in pain, attempting to fight back against Mafioso's grasp.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. Now let's go."