spoilers for bfb 21
Woody POV
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I was waiting on the bench waiting for Taco, Firey, Fries, and Blocky to get back from Yellow Faces Warehouse for the challenge. Honestly, I hope that they stop thinking I'm a pussy, It's seriously annoying. I mean I have even told them I'm not scared of the things they think I'm scared of! Like 'oh don't show woody this' and 'don't tell woody that' and oh no, woody is scared of the color gray'. For one I'm not scared of the color gray, I only yelled because there was a fucking scorpion on me! Besides that was back in BFDI, this is BFB now. I noticed them exiting Yellow Faces Warehouse, about fucking time. "Woody! Here you go!" Firey sets down a gift box down in front of me. Oh boy, what could it be! I unwrap the wrapping paper. A box? A cardboard box? Are they serious? I didn't know that it's the first of April, because this is a fucking joke."What..What is this for..?" I looked over at Taco
"Woody, it's a cardboard shelter! If you ever see something you're scared of, you could use it to um- uh- you could go inside of it! To hide, and um, calm yourself, so you're uh, less scared of whatever you were scared of?"Are you...fucking.....KIDDING ME?!
"Is this a fucking joke?! I told you I'm not scared of everything! Yet you don't listen!" I yelled. Perhaps I was a bit too rude... but I crush the box anyway"What in the actual fuck? Woody, this is supposed to be the perfect gift for you!" Blocky yelled back.
"Well maybe you should actually ask what I like and not assume shit!"
"Oh my God, you crybaby! You just made us lose the challenge! Gah!"
I hear The satisfaction detector say 0/10 and I storm off and hide behind a bush and pull out a piece of note paper
"Blocky, your going to be the first on my list"
(Chapter one is finished!)
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Misunderstanding // a bfb au story
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