RB Battles: Season 3

Planning It Out

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-AT THE RBB HQ-

"Woo! Can't wait for Season 4!", cheered Russo, sarcastically but excitedly serious in the same time.

"Like we started Season 3 anyway..", Sabrina pouted, writing something down on a paper.

"You seem busy, Sabrina. What's up?", asked DJ to Sabrina, peering over her shoulder.

"Oh, it's nothing! I'm just thinking too hard. Y'know, we can only have 16 battlers at a time, and I don't want anyone to feel left out!", Sabrina said dramatically, leaning backwards from the stool she sat on, expecting DJ to be catching her from her back, which of course, he did. She looked him up in his eyes behind the glasses he was wearing, her eyes lost in thought.

"Aww, it's okay, Sabrina, we can all sit this out, yeah? I'm sure Russo's little brain can think of something, for now at least..", DJ trailed off, both of them looking at Russo, who was watching TV while sitting upside down and eating popcorn, and suddenly started choking.

"I don't think it's working now!", Sabrina stated, the both of them laughing at Russo's action.

Sabrina gets up from her chair, and sits next to Russo on a beanbag, handing him a glass of water that stood on the table next to Russo. He did what they least expected, or to say, definitely expected. He drank the glass, upside down, and almost forgot how to breath.
Sabrina gasped, helping Russo to sit up properly, and hit his back gently, but hardly in the same time as Russo choked uncontrollably on the water he drank.
"RUSSO, BREATH, BREATH!", DJ exclaimed, fanning Russo with the book that Sabrina was using.
"oH yeah I'm fine, I can breath! Ahem..", Russo assured, clearing his throat.

"You sure his brain still works?", Sabrina teased, earning a chuckle from DJ and a 'Hmph' from Russo.

"Okay guys, this is actually kinda serious. I was thinking about who to add into the next season, because we have so many starcoders!", Sabrina worried again.

"Well of course! We can never forget our OGs! KreekCraft, Denis and Leah! And of course, the undefeated champion of last season, Ta-", DJ gets cut off by Sabrina.

"Wawawawait! Before you continue that sentence, are you sure we should let him in? He literally defeated the OG Battler, KreekCraft, not only once, but TWICE in a row! What are the chances he doesn't win again?!", Sabrina pouted.

"Well, what are the chances he does win? Besides, we will pair him up with someone else anyway. And! I've already got my brain grinding on some games..", grinned Russo evilly.

"Haha! We haven't even paired anyone up yet! Let's hear what you've got though..", Sabrina listened.

Russo listed down what seemed to be HUNDREDS of Roblox games. We're Sabrina and DJ listening? Absolutely not. They were too busy pairing everyone up. It didn't take an hour until Russo silenced. He was running out of breath, his throat getting pretty dry. He drank some water, slamming the glass on the table, gently, then glaring at the other two.

"WERE YOU EVEN LISTENING?", Russo scolded, totally not intimidating the two.

"Well yeah, we heard you say Piggy..", DJ admitted. "We did finish choosing the starcoders and pairing everyone up though! You could choose the games they play!", he continued.

"KreekCraft and ThinkNoodles, we thought they'd be a perfect pair since ThinkNoodles is Kreek's idol! I think Kreek would feel good about winning on him too..", Sabrina started.

"Piggy, Piggy, PIGGY!!", Russo ranted like a 5-year-old.

"Well, Piggy it is! I'm sure ThinkNoodles is as good at the game as KreekCraft!", Sabrina noted down.

"Next, we have Ominous Nebula and PghlFilms. We paired them because we know they're both good at the certain game called ' Friday Night Funkin' ', so the game Funky Friday sounds great, we'll continue..", stated DJ as Sabrina noted, confirming the decision.

After what seemed to be another long hour of deciding, they were finally finished with their decisions. Sabrina goes on the RBB Twitter page and announces all those who were in. The three of them go to the studio where the computers which they used to edit stuff were set up. They edited their game, making a TON of changes. The map, the cutscene, the games, and many, MANY other things. After a long day of exhausting decisions, Russo fell asleep on a big beanbag in the living room. The other two silently laughed at the sight, Russo's limbs scattered every which way, his mouth open, snoring like a bear waking up in it's cave after it's hibernation.
The both of them go to their room and fall asleep.

-AT KREEKCRAFT'S RESIDENCE-

"YESS!! I'M IN AGAIN!! WOO YEAH BABY!!", KreekCraft celebrated, reading the Tweet. The celebration didn't last long. He saw a name he never wanted to see.
"TANQR?! AGAIN?!", he screamed at basically nobody, except Theo, his little dog, who laid on the floor, next to Kreek's bed, at KreekCraft's legs, looking up at him, tilting his head in confusion.
"Oh, who am I kidding? If I was allowed 4 times, why can't he be allowed 3?", he asked Theo as the little dog just barked. "Oh I'm coming for you, TanqR.. You're not getting me this time.. I will PROUDLY replace your mask with the clown one once I win. We'll see who's funny then!", Kreek challenged himself. Although he highly doubted the chance of winning again, he didn't think of giving up until he's won again. He didn't know his future challenge. So he kept his confidence to himself.

-AT TANQR'S RESIDENCE-

"Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about.. I'ma 'boutta crush someone's skull all over again..", TanqR remarked, half asleep, reading the Tweet with his eyes half shut. "Wonder what kind of challenge awaits me now.. I hope it's a good one, and I hope they get some good game and not some simulator game.. Ugh, those suck..", he continued, hugging a plushie of himself close.

"Heh, wonder what Kreek's reaction was when he saw I was in.. Should've seen his miserable face.. Just wait until he loses once again..", he said as he laughed to himself before letting out a sigh of exhaustion.

He's been out all day, fighting and defeating people on Bedwars. It was extremely tiring since he spends all day on just that, so he's always ended up coming home, throwing himself onto his bed. He decided it was time he saved up some energy to get ready for the big battle.He never wanted to embarrass himself in front of his fans, or else he'd feel like he had failed himself.

His thoughts take him further into drowsiness until he finally fell into a deep sleep, dropping his phone onto his face, but not really reacting to the harsh, painful fall of the heavy electronic device.

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