Shh.|| BFB AU!!! REMAKE OF DRAFT LMAOO(HIATUS)

Quit Being A Weirdo!

Humanized Coiny mmmmmdelicous🤑🤑🤑

Made the thing up top🤧

I meant to post this so long ago I just couldn't write a certain part 💔
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Hell to whoever put Golf Ball in charge. What gave her the idea that splitting up would be a better?

Blocky furrowed his brows, huffing. He hated that he was paired with the weakest on the team. Not that he disliked Grassy, but the fact that he could barley do anything. Not to mention, he has no idea of what's going on; This irritated Blocky every minute the patch of Grass would daydream about unicorns and pony's. He'd complain about how his feet hurt. Then, Blocky would have to carry him. Which was worse since Blocky was already sore enough.

After Blocky carried him, Grassy wouldn't stop his chatter. Oh look, A bird! That's not a bird, Grassy. Oh.

Oh look, A pony! That's a twig. Oh.

Oh look!

Oh Look!

Blocky was close to yelling at Grassy. He never thought a day like that would come but it was surely spiking up. He looked down over to the child, who was happily singing to himself. The building block was hoping he'd bump into someone he enjoyed talking to. Wether it be Pen, Eraser or even Snowball. He needed someone.

And he needed them now.

Woody raced throughout the forest; How was he supposed to find the other teams? They were all probably back at the field so this was more difficult. He hoped he would run into Coiny. Or at least someone who knew about the object body.

This was overwhelming Woody. Everywhere he looked, there was just more trees. The sun had begun to rise also meaning objects were subject to leave the forest. To make matters worse, it started snowing again. Woody breathed heavily, looking around frantically.

"WELP!" He shouted, tears threatening to pour out his eyelets. He needed someone and quick. Woody placed his hands on his head, thinking of what he could do before Nickel could die. He didn't want that! D:

Just then, he saw something in the distance- No..Some object. His eyes widened. The balsa slice ushered to whomever that could be.

"Grassy, this is the fifth time already.." Blocky sighed dramatically, picking the patch of Grass up and placing him onto his head. "Grassy's sorry." He apologized, patting Blocky's surface.

The building block was about to move forward till he was stopped by a loud shout. Blocky turned to the source of sound, wondering on who it could be. Hopefully one of his friends.

It was Woody.

"Damn it." Blocky cursed, crossing his arms. "What do you want, Woody?" He quipped, glancing over at the hyperventilating wood slice. Woody began spewing nonsense as he pointed to where he came from. Blocky raised a brow at his tantrum.

"Water— Where the hell am I supposed to get that?" Blocky asked, looking at Woody in great suspicion. Woody clenched his jaw, balling up his fists as he looked into the icy grass. He tried his hardest to calm down; His speech was rushed and his breath was quickening. Woody didn't know how to explain a situation like this in such a state.

He's had these panics before. But he was able to calm down, now he can't. He groaned in rage, grabbing a hold of Blocky's arm and pulling him to where he ran from earlier. "Dude- You just can't drag objects like that." Blocky retracted his arm, scolding Woody who looked at him in frustration.