Take-Over: A BFB/TPOT AU

Chapter 45: Confused

Team: Death P.A.C.T

Blackhole was outside, looking for food to bring back for the others. He didn't enjoy the job, but he had to do it. Who else was? Certainly not his injured teammates. After Tree told him about his condition, it wasn't surprising to find him gone the next day. Even though Tree was one of his closest friends, he didn't feel that.... sad. When your friends die, you're supposed to feel this crushing weight, like the world is ending, like you lost a part of you.
Blackhole doesn't feel that. He just feels like it was a minor casualty. It's not for the reason you think though, because Blackhole had favored Tree. Out of all the members on his previous teams, Tree was one of his favorites. Logical, strategic, and treated his teammates fairly. Yet Blackhole didn't feel much about his death, only a pinch of sadness. Must be because I knew he wasn't going to last longer, he said to himself.

Bottle took it pretty roughly though.

She had less energy and pretended to be asleep every time Blackhole came into the room, Pen had to get her food for her, and she always cut their conversations short when Blackhole did talk to her. It was annoying to say the least, but Blackhole couldn't blame her. She was always the sentimental one, even if she wasn't fully aware of the situation they were in right now. Blackhole finally found some berries to eat, and he slowly approached the bush. He saw the berries being pulled toward him, but it stayed in place from the stems that attached it to the bush. He approached even closer, and it worked. However, distracted by his success, he didn't pull away in time and the berries got sucked in. He looked in horror as the berries disappeared into him and cursed to himself. This happened more often than Blackhole liked, but he soon found another bush. You're probably wondering how Blackhole gets food for them. It's an easy answer really, once he gets the berries off the bush, he pulls away quickly, and the berries drop to the ground. Repeat cycle until at base. It was tedious, yes, but what else could he do? Pick them with his imaginary hands?

He soon got to the base and floated in since the door was gone thanks to his gravitational pull. Pen was on a chair, slumping down and stared at the floor, lost in his own world. He seemed to snap out of it though when he could hear the berries rolling on the floor. He murmured a greeting to Blackhole and went back into his trance. Blackhole asked for help, only for silence. He said, "Geez, I could REALLY use some help with these berries." No response. He sighed in annoyance and looked back at his berries. What was once 14 turned to 5. He looked at the disappointing pick and back at Pen, who seemed to think that Blackhole struggling was an act. He seemed to be smiling when Blackhole asked for help, and merely stared as he did it. But Blackhole didn't care anymore, and simply went upstairs and into his personal room. The last thing he saw Pen do before leaving was stare into the room they use for injuries, having a sad expression as Blackhole retreated into his room.

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8-ball & Tennis Ball

"But...It can't be."

Tennis ball put one leg up to his head, as he thought about what 8-ball was implying. Grassy, became Evil Leafy? And so did the other changed contestants, but it was impossible! Although he never researched about Evil Leafy, it was something only crazy objects would think of. No object was capable of cloning themselves, at least none that came to mind. He tried to reason that it was Evil Leafy, who seemed to not be an object, but it still made no sense. Even 4, X, and 2 seemed incapable of cloning. And wait a minute, Evil Leafy isn't even here! She's dead due to a heavy weight, and plus, she was never a contestant in the first place. She couldn't be here even if his idea was true. He felt something touch him, and jumped up, grabbing a screwdriver and pointing it at the source. He put it down quickly though, as he saw 8-ball give him a confused look. He asked, "Are you ok Tennis Ball? You haven't been answering any of my questions."

Tennis Ball, slightly embarrassed, apologized for his distracted state and listened as 8-ball told him about his personal worries. 8-ball touched on matters that hadn't even crossed Tennis Ball's mind. Like how these evil clones seem to affect not all objects. Out of all his dead teammates, only Grassy and Blocky were infected. They looked at other infected objects, like Gelatin and Cake, trying to find a similarity with all of them.

Same category of object? No. Same color? No. Same teams? No. What was going on here? He didn't even know how they got infected! For all he knew, it could've been 4, but he was stumped. He looked over at 8-ball, who didn't seem troubled at this infectious disease, but rather by the loss of Grassy. Tennis Ball looked back at the information that he found, and vowed, that no matter what happened, he would find the reason for this strange happening.

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Team: Ice Cube!

It hurts.

Donut laid on his bed, touching around the gape with his missing eye. It was somewhat itchy, and it was throbbing for some reason. Whatever reason it was, it wasn't helping him. He tried to do his daily activities, but it caused headaches that needed an icepack to soothe it. Whenever the others asked him about it, he brushed it off as just a cold or flu, and it eased their concerns. Maybe it was the lack of sleep he's been getting since the injury. Every time he drifted off to sleep, nightmares of what happened to Firey Jr. and Spongy appear, and attack him. That wasn't the end of it though. He not only imagined those two getting injured, but the rest of his team too. The way they all died was the same. Stapled to death by Stapy, ripped apart by Fries.

He couldn't bring himself to relive the nightmares, so he started to stay awake during the night, and slapped himself awake when he felt close to asleep. Who would've guessed doing this ended up with him being tired all day and paranoid of going outside? The others didn't, but they sympathized with him. They never pushed him to go hunt or ask more about what happened. At least, Naily and Barf Bag did. Bomby did at first, but he soon got annoyed at Donut's behavior. Donut could tell, as whenever Bomby and him talked about it, he asked about it in a rather rude and blunt manner. It wasn't Donut's fault; he didn't ask to have his right eye stapled out and his teammates to die.

Throb, throb

He rubbed the spot again, annoyed at the pain rather than hurt. The bandages surrounding it were slowly coming off stained, so he went to the bathroom to replace them. He arrived at took them off, only to see something horrible.

The area around the wound was...bright red. The exact shade of Gelatin's and the others.

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Wow, look at how small I made ABNTT's part!

Anyways,

Oh no! Donut's becoming infected! Can you guess why?

Thanks for reading!