BFB STARVATION AU

8- "wooden block"

TW: cursing, vomiting, cannibalism, mentions of death, memory loss, "fever dream," derealization, torture
(a/n: Ah, always a friendly welcome when you get a notification for a new chapter of the bfb starvation au... /sarc)

POV: BLOCKY:

That... ABSOLUTELY FREAKS ME OUT... I understand how woody feels now. Never thought that thought would even cross my mind.

Seeing Basketball like this... it hurts. She helped take care of grassy and she sacrificed herself for him...

I Look away, finding myself staring at woody. "Hey woodster?" I ask hesitantly.

As expected, he jumps. I knew it was a mistake getting his attention.

"Wah wah wah?" Woody asks. It's hard to understand him, but I'm pretty sure he's asking if I can help him with something.

"What?" I ask as I walk toward him.

"Wah Wah wah... wah!" He makes a motion like he's writing something.

"You... need paper?" I ask and he nods. I walk toward the pile of paper Golfball and Loser used to make the rules... surely she wouldn't mind if I just... took one...

I walk back toward Woody with a pencil and paper. "Here you go." I hand it to him. "And also, I still don't really like you."

Woody writes something wildly on the paper before holding it up for me to see.

'Well, that response is better than the last, at least...'

"WH- WHAT?" I ask, rubbing the back of my head.

Woody writes again. 'Last time you said you hate me. And this time you only said you don't really like me. Is this an improvement? Are we friends?'

"PSSSH!" I wave my hand, signaling for him to walk off. "FRIENDS?! WE BARELY EVEN TALK!"

Woody shrieks, backing away and covering the sides of his 'head.' Ugh... shut it. I don't want to feel ANY EMPATHY toward that WEAKLING.

I scoff, covering the fact that I had ANY hint of concern. I turn away from the slab of wood, walking toward this "robot basketball."

I notice Grassy sitting near her. "Grassy loves Basketball's new patch and eye color! Grassy loves it!" He cheers, running circles around the figure.

I didn't even need to ask if she remembered us.

"Hello. Wooden Block." This robotic Basketball speaks with a monotone voice. An all-too-similar voice. The one that helped Grassy. The one that was kind to me.

THE ONE THAT DIED FOR US, FOROGT US, AND IS GONE.

She is gone, she is gone, and I knew that... so... so why am I still surprised?

BLOCKY? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! I hit my head with my fist. YOURE THE PRANKSTER, THE JOKESTER! YOU NEVER ACTED LIKE THIS! TOUGHEN UP!

Toughen up...

I look toward fries.

Toughen up...

He... he can survive without the fries inside him, right? RIGHT?!

Toughen up.

"Hey fries!" I wave to him. Act casual, act casual... don't jump on him immediately. "So... how's life?"

"Blocky? Asking me how's life?" Fries laughs. "Are you sick?"

"Nope!" I grin, beads of sweat forming on my face. Uhhhhhhh... TIME FOR AN EXCUSE- "HEY FRIES! FOR A PRANK-"

"Oh no...." Fries groans. This is the perfect excuse, since it's something I'd actually do.

"FOR A PRANK," I yank one of Fries' ... well- fries out, "EAT ONE OF FRIES' FRIES AND WATCH AS HE LIVES! Wait.. that's more of a magic trick... OH WELL!" I grin, taking a large bite of the French-fry...

This is good...

Delicious-

"BLOCKY!" Fries snatches the frenchfry back, stuffing it back inside him. "I NEED THAT TO SURVIVE!"

"Ehhhh.... Whoops?" I laugh it off, shrugging. "Well, my mistake... better be off!" I begin to walk away before I abruptly turn back and yank it out again, finishing a singular fry.

"BLOCKY!" Fries yells. "GOLFBALL!!!"

Well sh#t.

The robotic Basketball suddenly grasps my hands, tying them behind me. "Golfball, I have captured the dangerous criminal."

"GoOd... VERY GOOD..." Golfball laughs, her voice cracking. "BLOCKY... YOU BROKE A RULE..."

"UHHHHHHHH..." I laugh nervously. Sh#t.... I had completely forgotten about her rules.

"ROBOT BASKETBALL! PUT HIM IN THE PRISON!" Golfball orders.

"THE WHAT???" I scream as I'm thrown into the building Golfball and Loser had me help make.

I'm trapped.

Trapped in a prison I created...

It reminds me of something I saw... but I can't remember what. I put a hand to my head... wet...?

BLOOD.

IM BLEEDING...

I limply fall to the ground. Since when were my hands untied?

Pain.

I groan, holding my stomach. Was that food poisoning? I don't understand...

BLOCKY! IDIOT! TOUGHEN UP!

I'm trying. Help. Help. Help.

Help me.

My hand twitches and I snap my gaze toward it. Huh?

Wait. Since when was I back on the grass? I'm not in the prison anymore?

"Basketball? Grassy? Woody? Anyone?" I call out. Why don't they answer?

Is this a prank? Who is that?

Flowers. Many flowers... with funny scents.. a dream?

This is a dream.

Eyes.

Basketball? Woody?

Am I dead?
No you're dreaming.

I am dreaming?

I was.

And then I woke.

And then I feel sick.

And then I vomit.

I'm so weak...
And I hate every second of it.

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(a/n: ummm sorry this part is shorter than normal- BUT ANYWAYS BLOCKY ISNT FEELING WELL AND THEY ALL REALLY SHOULD GET A DOCTOR...)

885 words
December 9, 2022