bfdi and inanimate insanity ronpa

prolog

(takes place before the split btw)

four sighed loudly toying with a small blade of grass

the thin green strands bending under fours heavy fingers,

there was nothing to do- nothing anyone could do...

the months of waiting until that little voice in their head gave them a new idea

the endless days stretching into nights stretching back into days...

all of the contestants eagerly awaiting until its was time for them to compeat

it was endless... wait, do a challenge, win lose or neither, repeat.

over, and over, and over until the months of challenges turned into years, and then they would wait yet again.

it was a cycle of never ending torture...

never ending until the day the winner of bfb was chosen

by the viewers

and then what?

what would happen next

four would be left alone yet again.

and then the next season would start.

and this- this loop, what did the viewers enjoy?

just the same cycle over and over?

challenge, vote, eliminated, repeat.

challenge, vote, eliminated, repeat

what if the viewers got bored?

what if over time the challenges just got too boring?

four could feel their mind spinning, groping for something that would make this season of bfdi better than the rest.

what would the viewers want?

would they like something different?

their mind was pulling them forward, down a dark path.

they could almost feel the minutes stretch into the hours they could feel the days stretch forward

and they could feel their mind reaching for excitement

thrills

the viewers wanted thrills.

that's what four was reaching for...

it was a dark thought.

but dont the viewers enjoy dark? 

(a/n i mean have you seen the shit people come up with?? objects having sex?!?! inflation!?!? objects having enlarged butts or boobs?!?!? the internet is horrible)

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mephone lay on the cool grass gazing up at the stars

the patterned the otherwise pitch black abyss of nothing turning it into a wonder

the gears in his body hummed a soft lullaby almost coaxing him to rest under the dazzling speckles of light

the moon was shining crisp and clear and mephone could feel his breath puffing out in clouds adding wisps of smoke

it was fairly cold out- maybe he should go in?

i mean he didn't want his gears to stiffen up

his fragility to the cold weathers reminded him on how he desperately needed a software update