Golf ball's POV:
Stupid 8-ball. If he had not wasted time and got on the stupid swing, we would've been safe, but now we all have to pay for his obnoxiousness.
"Hey Golf ball," Basketball said arrogantly as she approached me. "You ready to be eliminated?"
"Leave me alone Basketball, I'm busy," I answered, then turned around.
Basketball had a smug look on her face. I hope she leaves, so I don't have to deal with this selfish brat anymore.
"Busy with what? Some lame invention of yours that won't even work? Puh-lease, you have better things that you could be doing right now, maybe even making some new friends,"
I thought about that last part for a moment. The inventions part didn't bother me, as that's not what I'm doing. She was correct for once about that last part. I don't have many friends... but I don't need that many to be happy! Do I, need something, though?
"First of all," I responded. "I'm not even working on anything right now with my inventions, but what I am busy with, is imagining 8-ball's ridiculous face when you get eliminated. He'll be oh so sad, to lose the singular person that loves him and-"
Basketball raised her right foot and slapped me right across my face. I barely reacted, and just looked at her with confusion.
"Oh, don't be so confused, you narcissistic monster," Basketball hissed, then walked away. Tennis ball then appeared from behind.
"What'd she want?" Tennis ball questioned.
"She came to bother me again like she usually does, then I made her mad, and she slapped me," I answered. "I guess she really cares about 8-ball or something, 'cause she got defensive when I mentioned him,"
"Well, that's on her, because there's a good chance he'll be eliminated. The viewers often like to vote out a mean person, or someone who caused the team elimination. I'd know, from a lot of experience," Tennis ball stated.
"I guess you're right," I acknowledged. "Thank you,"
"Better-Namers, it's Cake at Stake time!" Four shouted.
...
"Another name than that, welcome to your first Cake at Stake of BFB!" Four declared.
"You all got 0 swings out of 50, which brought you here!" X added.
"We got 12,378 votes, and Tennis ball is the first one safe with 656 dislikes," Four continued.
"Aren't we supposed to get a prize for being safe?" Tennis ball inquired.
X grabbed 7 rocks and threw one at Tennis ball. "Here's your cake!"
"The next two safe are TV and Robot Flower with 731 and 865 votes respectively," Four said, and X threw the two rocks at both of them.
"Next up is Grassy with 904 votes,"
"Here you go Grassy!" X exclaims, and the rock hits his head.
"Ow! Grassy is hurt!"
"Blocky nearly escapes the bottom 3 with 1356 votes!"
"Team leader! We are at risk of being eliminated!" Basketball cried.
"You three got into an intense vote battle, let's see who goes home!" X spoke.
"8-ball is safe with 1999 votes!" Four exclaimed.
"GB! I'm scared!" Tennis ball told me.
"You really shouldn't be TB, she's a bozo brain bossy bot anyways," Basketball answered.
"And.. Golf ball barely stays safe with 2763 votes! And Basketball got 3104 votes,"
"I'm... eliminated? I didn't think this would happen, stupid bossy bot, it's YOUR fault I'm out!"
"Not something I can control, but glad it happened," I replied with a snide tone.
"UGH! I'll get my revenge someday!" Basketball finished, and she was brought to where the other eliminated contestants were inside Four.
"Finally, that annoying Basketball is gone," I said. "we won't be seeing her for a while,"
"Yeah..." Tennis ball responded.
Author's Notes:
-sorry that chapter was short + it took a week(I didn't write because motivation reasons)
-basketball is gone (yay for GB)
-I felt like changing a little bit of the pre-split timeline
-Just a random shoutout to my first commenter on this, @BreadTheBunny, thank you! I always appreciate feedback on my writing
-Ik this fanfic isn't entirely GB and TB oriented yet, it will be eventually
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