Loser Achievement Award (BFB AU Oneshot)

Loser Achievement Award

Golf Ball looked around the area a little more. By now, she and Tennis Ball had already taken Loser's body out of the place. It was a beautiful beach. Well, it was until they found his body. It lost it's charm after that.

Golf Ball was extremely tired. She had been working so hard with little if not any sleep. A robot suit to hide Flower's organs and a machine that was too big for the factory were just a few things to name that she was working on. This however was going to be one of her biggest projects yet.

She and TB were going to revive Loser.

"TB...!" She weakly shouted, stumbling into the factory. "How's the condition of the body...?"

Tennis Ball thought for a bit before looking back at her. "He's close to cracking a lot more than he already has, from the death and modifying, but otherwise his body is salvageable."

To the left of TB was a big flat stand with Loser strapped onto it. He had two bolts drilled into his head, which caused some cracking in the front. One of his eyes also had severe cracking that was too much to possibly open.

"Gimme your thoughts."

"From the circumstances, I infer that his cause of death was blunt force trauma to the back, killing him instantly," Tennis Ball started. "The killer and time of death are both unknown, but I'd assume the time was 5:30 A.M., three hours before we found him. There wasn't a murder weapon either, maybe it was thrown into the sea. I think the murder weapon may have been a small hammer. You could accomplish a lot from him just with one of those if it was blunt enough, and it could be tossed quickly."

Golf Ball slowly nodded, half asleep. She walked over to the desk and looked at some photos. Loser's backside was in horrible condition. Extremely cracked and shattered. "I do wonder why someone would want to kill him... Jealousy...? Did he see something he shouldn't have...?"

TB looked slightly more confused than she did, and a lot more concerned, too. He glanced over to his side and noticed that the energy machine was at full charge. Ecstatically, he dashed over to the machine and pointed it towards Loser on the stand. With the press of a button, a shock of electricity blasted out of the device directly at the little orange guy.

"TENNIS BALL!" GB lashed out in anger. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WAIT BEFORE YOU FIRED THE SHOT! IT'S GOING TO NEED HOURS MORE WAITING TO CHARGE IT ALL OVER AGAIN!"

"Umm... Can you stop yelling please? It's really hurting my ears and head..."

Startled by the new voice in the room, GB looked back at the stand to see that Loser had awoken. He pitifully squirmed where he was, trying to loosen his limbs up and get off.

Excited, Golf Ball walked up to the stand and unstrapped Loser. His open eye was more of a neon red than usual, which didn't surprise anyone in the lab. She looked back at Tennis Ball, very dark circles under her eyes. "Get the clipboard."

A few minutes later, Tennis Ball came back with a clipboard holding a paper filled with questions. Golf Ball walked up to Loser with a smile that was almost drunk from happy tiredness.

"We're going to ask you some questions... hope you have answers...!" she let the words slip from her mouth. Both of the others looked concerned, but Loser consented to the interrogation.

"Great!" TB said, happy. GB took a copy of the question paper as she sat Loser down in a chair. She sat right in front of him on her own chair as she read off the questions one by one.

"Do you recognize us? Who killed you? Do you remember where you are? Do remember your name? Do you feel the same? Do you feel good as new?"

"Do you remember Winner? Or Cake? Or Firey?"