ROGUE // A BFDI Fanfic

𝟑 // 𝐌𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

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𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Puffball flew up to the third floor in the hotel. She was carrying a small bag in her mouth. She reached a door at the end of the corridor, knocking on it. "Come in." Puffball entered the room. There was Golfball, her eyes flooded with tears. "I brought you lunch."

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𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

"Thanks, just put it on the counter." I went back to working on my computer. "You know, you can't be in here forever." I looked over to Puffball. "I can't leave.. not yet." Puffball dropped the bag onto the counter. She then flew over to me. "It's been 6 months. You have to let it go."

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But I couldn't let it go. The memory played in my mind over and over.. Tennis Ball standing in front of me. His blood splattered all over my face as Pillow dragged her blade through him. I didn't do anything to save him..

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Every time, I can't help but cry. I could have saved him, but fear overtook my body. He wouldn't die if I hadn't left the hotel. His death was MY FAULT. I hadn't noticed, but now, tears were rolling down my face.

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"I know you miss him, but you can't just keep yourself locked up forever." Puffball then left the room. I leaped off my chair and grabbed the bag. I've been using a prototype for some arms. They've been doing pretty well. I opened up the bag: a hamburger, some fries, and some ketchup.

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I sat down back at my computer, munching on the hamburger as I continued my work. 4 months of work, I hope this will turn out well. I spent 4 hours typing lines of code. I took a break, playing some music and laying down on my bed.

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I heard my door slowly creak open. There was Puffball again. This time, she was carrying a tray on her head. "Hey GB.." I leaped from my bed and grabbed the tray off her head. "Thanks, Puff." I just watched as she left the room.

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I got back onto my bed and opened the tray. Rice, chicken, and some vegetables I couldn't figure out. I shrugged and just ate it. It was pretty delicious! I took a moment to think of who could have possibly cooked this. After a few moments, I just shrugged the thought off.

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Once I finished eating, I got back to work. Entering the last line of code, I pressed a key and hopped off my chair. I moved over to the closet and pulled something out. With that, I placed it beside my desk and plugged it up. The moment of truth..

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I pressed enter, praying for it to work. The thing shined a lime green. Was this really going to work? Everything was going well, till the door creaked open once again. "Golfball, what are you doing?" Puffball stood in the middle of the door, staring at my creation.

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"I thought you wouldn't go this far.." Puffball flew into the room, still staring at my creation. "Puffball-" She cut me off. "Golfball, you have to let him go." She floated down to my level. "I can't.." I stared at the ground

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"Golfball, I know you miss him. Everyone does, but you can't just keep trying to bring him back." Streams of tears rolled down my face. "But I can! With this, He'll be with me." Puffball frowned. "Golfball, He's gone. You can't change that. You have to move on." NO, She's wrong.. I can bring him back!

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"I can! Just watch me!" I unplugged my creation and pressed a button located on its back. I felt a tug on my back, Puffball was dragging me towards the exit. "Golfball, you have to move on!" I grabbed Puffball, throwing her off me. "NO! I can bring him back!"

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As I said the words, I heard my creation finally activated. "Golfball?" I looked over it, Tennis Ball.. "Tennis Ball!" I rushed over to him. As I went to hug him, I watched the color in his eyes fade into darkness. "No..

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I instantly began trying to get him back online. Nothing worked, no matter how hard I tried. There I fell to my knees, tears flooding from my eyes to the ground. "Tennis Ball..."

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