"Good morning everyone! Today's morning game is Tic-Tac-Toe!" A voice rang out. "You all know the consequences of losing!"
"Why must we do this? For us to suffer?" A 20-something blonde boy in some sort of... prison outfit? piped up.
The man in the checkered suit and white heels turned around. His rook-shaped earrings looked as if they were made of porcelain. When he heard this question he stopped and thought about it.
"Well dearest Checkers, I believe that you'd have to play a game to get an answer to this."
"I am not playing another one of your twisted games!
"Why not? I find that I've suffered enough for them not to be called twisted!"
"You have not suffered like you've made us suffer.
"Oh dear. The Rook may be in pairs, but is stronger alone."
"What is that even supposed to mean?"
"Don't worry about that. Just know that Scrabble is for Two and Chess is for Three."
The man in heels walked away, each step making a clicking noise as he moved forward. A trail of tears followed him. Maybe he wasn't as cynical as they thought. Maybe he had a reason.