But she could feel it deep inside her. Something big was coming, and she had to be there. Maybe this time, when she would throw herself into the waves, as she had so many times before, she wouldn’t wash up back here. Maybe this time, if she really swam for it, she’d end up where she needed to be, back with her Flosphora.

Walking over to her stash of various baubles that washed up on shore, she eyed the bottle of glimmering Green liquid, that mysterious vial that had eluded her understanding for so long.

Pure distilled, undiluted luck, in its most primordial of forms… with a red ribbon tied around it.

Cheesecake… She fruitlessly racked her brain for clues, but came up empty; the name no doubt held importance to her, but one of which the nature was unknown.

Whoever you are, Cheesecake… I’ll find you soon. I’ll be making use of your gift now.

Tying the ribbon around her neck, she uncorked the bottle, and felt the shimmering substance hit her tongue. She smiled, savoring the taste, the tingling feeling running through every inch of her body.

Then, glancing back at the island that had held her captive for time beyond her understanding, she hoped, as she had so many times, that it would be the last.

Catching her breath, the doubts start to creep back in; she could simply find a new host. One of the employees, maybe a former contestant-No, it had to be Charlotte. She knew what made her tick, how to guide her; that was the only reason, surely.

She felt a wave of guilt for the conscience she would supplant with Charlotte’s, A pirate, as she had overheard; That would give her the best chance in this upcoming game.

Such a mechanism, despite its numerous biotic components, is made of quite a dense alloy; hence forth, it’s no surprise that a simple wooden bridge would buckle under it’s weight, dropping her to her demise, as she tries in vain to pick off enemies in this trial session.

That is what The Hag wants you to think. In reality, she is just as prone to the bouts of clumsiness that she often chides her host for falling victim to.

She rushes into the office after Perla called her in, eager to write a reply. But what she reads on the terminal is the last thing she needs right now. With hear heart pounding, she types out a response.

Fuck. Fuck. Don’t make me choose. I’ve just found my cheesecake, as well as the loves of my life, but… I know how hard it is for a team, to get blindsided by a betrayal, coming from those you thought you could trust. No, I couldn’t put them through that. If they ever do find themselves opposed, then… I’d let them make the choice for me. I’d break away from both, flee as far as I can. Cowardly of me, I know.

She sighs, then turns to walk away. “You can send it, Perla. I don’t want to think about this anymore.” She makes it half a step before her feet fall from underneath her, pulled back by some force, and she face-plants into the ground.

She’s found her cheesecake, hell, she’s gone above and beyond, she’s married her. Sparrow, her Cheesecake, the one who saved her from wasting away on that island for all of eternity.

And she won’t let her go. She’s been abandoned far too many times, too many have made promises to save her, too many have left her to die.

She appreciates Fusion, and finds her quite charming. Yet there’s a rotten part of her that aches with jealousy, watching how those two look at each other, and that part of herself disgusts her. If that corpse gets between her and her cheesecake, or any of her wives, maybe she should be shown why she must be scared

Disgusted by that thought, she shoves it to the back of her mind, and picks up the pace to match Perla’s.

While I'd love to win, I'm pretty content with how far I've gotten. We've already won, personally; The Hag's earned her rest, and we got Perla put back together. But I would so, so love for my wives to win. If theres’s any way I can help them, I would die for their cause. I also wouldn’t mind my former Baker winning. He’s earned it, as far as I’m aware.

As for the winner? Safe bet would trizz, or maybe Luna.