[DIA] (BFDI x II) A Black Hole living on Earth

Finally in!

Normal P.O.V:

Marker: YOU DID WHAT!? MOUNT SOULFFLEEEEE!!

Marker runs off to save is club's volcano cake from exploding.

Fries: Marker, ARE YOU CRAZY!?

*BOOM SPLAT*

After the explosion Marker was no where to be seen, 4 then raises their hand and as the sounds of excessive drumming plays out of no where Marker flies out of 4's hand being recovered.

4: PlEasE cONtinUE with shOwing OFf yoUr PrOJeCt Death P.A.C.T.

~Meanwhile with GB and TB~

Golf Ball and leading Tennis Ball some where down the hall of the now vacant school building, Tennis Ball decides to break the silence.

Tennis Ball: So, what did you want to talk about? And where are we going? We still don't know if we won yet.

Golf Ball: You'll know where we're going soon enough, also I've been wanting to discuss about my new plan in our Vortex related mission.

Tennis Ball: Er yeah um about that... Golf ball I think we should leave him alone. He's pretty much gone through enough as it is, not to mention the other members of death P.A.C.T. has been with him much more often than before I'm pretty sure they're on to us.

Golf Ball: I have noticed their new behavior, Test Tube could not have ratted us out however as they would've confronted us already if that was the case. And don't worry, I'm done with doing sideline experiments with him, because I've found a way to find out everything need to know with out harm of him or others.

Tennis Ball: Oh really? How?

Golf Ball: Here we are!

Tennis Ball: Uuh why are back at the Archives? I thought we weren't allowed in there.

Golf Ball: The one in charge of the Archives cabby is currently at the Science Fair to watch the others with their projects, a foolish choice as her domain is now rendered unguarded!

Tennis Ball: She would still lock the door though.

Golf Ball: That's why I still have this!

Golf Ball pulls out the same paperclip she ounce used back at Black Hole apartment and picks the lock of the Archives, once open the two balls sneak inside.

Golf Ball: I should've tried this from the very beginning... Alright the student files should be organized alphabetically, Let's find that file on Vortex and look into it and let's be quick about it, I still want to be there to find out if we win the contest.

Tennis: Okay.

Tennis Ball and Golf Ball look though the shelves for "Vortex's" file with slight difficulty, Tennis Ball scrolls past the T section and to no surprise finds a file on him.

Tennis Ball: I suppose I can humor myself while I'm here. hey, I'm really not clumsy, Cabby should see me tightrope walk and update this file!

Golf Ball: TB stop reading about yourself and get over here, I found Vortex's file and I can't reach it with out you're help!

Tennis Ball puts Golf Ball on his shoulders, she then grabs the file.

Golf Ball: Got it, ok let's see what we have in here.

Tennis Ball: Why is Vortex's name written on tape??

Golf Ball: Probably just a spelling error they made and tried to cover, it happens.

Golf Ball opens the files to read it aloud.

Golf Ball: Let's see... "Vortex, Age: Unknown, Land of origin: [Redacted by request]"!? Geez I wonder who requested that to be withheld.. COME ON THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHINGIN HERE ABOUT WHAT HE IS!

Tennis Ball: Have you tried turning the pages? *pages flipping noises* There we are "Species"!

Golf Ball: "While this student refers to himself as 'Vortex' it is merely his alias to fit in with the others, in reality his true name like most of the object population matches with his race/species to which implies that he is in fact a..." I do not believe it.

Tennis Ball: Vortex is a black hole... I was right!! ^u^

Golf Ball: B-But if 'Vortex' really IS Black Hole then... oh gosh...

In a swift flurry Golf Ball dashes out of the archives with Black Hole's file still in hand, Tennis Ball follows her concerned and confused.

Golf Ball: Come on TB, we have to hurry back and warn everyone before it's too late!

Tennis Ball: Wait, warn everyone? What do you mean by that? GOLF BALL WAIT UP!!

~To be Continued~

(Author's NOTE: Somebody's jumping the gun a bit too far...)