MOON
Fionna was quick to realize that the test in hand was not one she could simply crawl away from if she wanted to. Standing in front of door fifty-two, the door of happiness, behind about seven contestants, with two standing behind her, that fact had become eminently apparent to all of them.
One of the contestants who possessed the same door as her was inside the makeshift room, and not a single sound was yet heard from the room. It was as if the contestant had his ability to speak and make any sort of noise… that was the only explaination Fionna could think of was responsible for the eerie silence.
On her part, she assumed the role of a time keeper, counting the minutes that passed. Was the contestant failing or was he passing? Fionna couldn't tell. The click clack of her boots against the pavement only seemed to annoy her companions, but her deadly expression meant they didn't speak to her of a thing.
