Donut was too powerful. Way too powerful for his own good. Something must have happened, something must've snapped- because Donut would never cause so much destruction and death on his own.

Golf Ball said the factor of Four might've overwhelmed him, and that was the reason why he was rampaging. It made sense; everyone saw Donut deteriorating while he was the host. He always blamed it on the stress of being in charge of everything. He must've been too tired to fight Four for control of his mind, or something like that.

Now he was out of control, more than Four ever was. Trees were on fire and the earth was charred. The mutilated bodies of contestants laid scattered on the ground, broken nearly beyond recognition. Those who managed to escape Donut's wrath hid in fear.

No one actually knew whether to call him Donut or Four. It was Donut's body, but definitely not Donut's mind. Was it Four who was in charge? Most resorted to calling him Donut, even if it felt wrong.

It was especially wrong for Barf Bag, whose heart broke watching Donut turn into the monster he was, and not being able to do anything about it. Donut was a kind and rational person. He was loving and admirable. A leader and dear friend. Nothing like the one who laid waste to all they came across. That wasn't Donut.

She swore to herself she'd bring him back. If it was Four's power that corrupted him, or even if Four was the one responsible for everything, Donut was still there. She could bring him back by reminding him of himself, and convince him to fight back. It didn't matter if she was crazy, she'd do anything to get Donut back again.

Barf Bag crouched behind a rock, looking out over the wasteland. He was here. She'd just have to avoid getting killed, and get close enough to talk. Everything would be fine. Nothing to be afraid of-

"Please don't do this."

Gelatin. Barf Bag sighed, and turned to look at her broken friend. All she could feel was pity and sadness when she glanced at his sullen face. He had taken the situation as well as he could when Donut first went insane, but once the full realization had sunken in, he was far from the cheery, joke-making Gelatin she was used to.

He rarely talked, and his dark jokes were a thing of the past. Barf Bag believed he always knew what was happening with Donut, and just used his humor to cope. Even if it was insensitive, at least it kept Gelatin relatively happy. Now he sulked everywhere, distant and hopeless.

If she brought Donut back, maybe Gelatin would start to recover, too.

"I'm sorry, Gelatin. I can't wait any longer, I have to do this," she explained. Gelatin looked at the ground.

"Can't you wait until Golf Ball finds a way to take Four out? Please..." Gelatin stepped closer, dragging his feet. "I can't lose you, too. I don't want you to go. Please just wait for Golf Ball..."

"Gelatin..." Barf Bag held his shoulders, sliding her hands down his arms, and took his hands in her own, squeezing them tight. She kneeled down to look into his downcast eyes. "I'm going to get Donut back. I just..can't bear to see him like this any longer. You understand, don't you?"

Gelatin whimpered, but nodded. He sat down, hugging his knees.

"I'll wait here."

"Thank you," Barf Bag smiled. She gave him one last hug, and stepped out from behind the sheltered rock. No sight of Donut, but he would see her soon. The blackened grass crunched under her feet as she walked further out, eyes peeled for any movement.

Crunch, crunch. Donut stood at a distance, watching Barf Bag. He looked so normal at a glance, but his eyes had a piercing glare in them. It was like he was staring into Barf Bag's soul, criticizing and taking her apart piece by piece. He could be deciding on his next move, and could lunge at any second.

Barf Bag almost couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes. She struggled to keep her head high, and tried to keep a smile on her face. She couldn't let herself be afraid.

"Donut!" she calmly approached him. "Hey...it's me, Barf Bag. You know me, don't you?"

Donut didn't change his stance. Barf Bag swallowed.

"You know, your friend! Officially unofficial co-leader of Team Ice Cube?" she reminded him. No change. "Um- You know, Gelatin, Naily, Bomby...we all miss you, you know."

They were face to face, remaining only a few feet apart. It almost looked like Donut was distressed.

"Our leader, the one we look to when things get bad...that's you, Donut." She clasped his hands limp by his sides. "And- I know you're still there, tired, but fighting for control, b-because that's what you always do, right? A-And you're responsible, and always try to do what's best, you're always helpful and kind.." she rambled. Barf Bag shook his hands.

"I believe in you. I know you can break free. Come back to being the Donut we know and love," she pleaded, tears pooling at her eyes. "...come back to being the Donut I know and love."

Despite her best efforts, the tears slipped down Barf Bag's cheeks. Donut squeezed his eyes shut, and breathed heavily. Barf Bag held her breath. Did she do it?

Arms wrapped around her, holding Barf Bag close. Donut sobbed, his speech incoherent. Barf Bag hugged him tight.

"I'm sorry," Donut choked out. "I'm s-so sorry...Barf Bag, I-I can't control myself...F-Four...he's out of control! I can't...I can't control him.." he dug his fingers into Barf Bag, crinkling her. "Please, I don't...want to hurt you."

"It's okay," Barf Bag soothed. "You're here. Golf Ball's working on something that'll extract Four from your body. Everything will be fine."

Donut shook his head and shuddered. "I'm sorry," his voice broke.

The last thing Barf Bag felt was the tearing of her paper.

Everything went black.