PistanthroPhobia [BFDI / BFDIA FIC]

• Match •

Early Christmas present for y'all :3

TW: LITERAL MURDER. LIKE SOMEONE ACTUALLY GETS KILLED
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The room was quiet. The calm and peaceful atmosphere of the room brought comfort to Pin. She didn't feel guilty. Not even a little bit.

She had no reason to feel guilty, she did what was right. For everyone. Coiny was mad at her.

Coiny ran up to her as she dug in the pantry, her eyes catching sight of his golden figure. However the way he walked towards her, he was irritated, angry even.

"Pin!" His voice echoed the metal walls of the lab. "Pin! Fries told me about what happened! What the hell!" This caught her off guard, as she raised her head and glanced at the coin. "What? To Leafy? We kinda had to do it." She shrugged, and that seemed to get him angrier. "What is wrong with you! That so inhumane!" The red thumbtack rolled her eyes, scoffing in annoyance. "It's fine Coiny! She won't bug us anymore."  Coiny growled and stomped away.

Pin shivered as that unfamiliar feeling of guilt drowned her. Not for hurting Leafy, but for hurting Coiny.

She shook it off, somehow. She usually never recovers after hurting her best friend. So instead she sits in the calming, peaceful room.

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"What about flower?"

"I don't even know where she went.."

"Book?"

"I don't even know her!"

"Match..?"

Leafy places her hand below her mouth where her Chin would be. Squinting with her eyes flooded with thought. "Do I have to.. kill them?" She glanced up at her friend, his flames engulfing the air around him. "You want to be friends, do you not?"

Leafy gulped

"Plus, they would usually die from blood loss.." Firey added, his voice less loud than before. Leafy shook her head. "If this is necessary..

Then I guess I have to.."

Firey smiled, pleased. "Well rumor has it that Match is sitting at the forests edge.. it's like she is waiting for you!" Fireys pathetic attempt at a joke DIDNT heal Leafys worries, but she furrowed her eye brows with confidence.

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Matches feet shook with excitement, waiting patiently but somehow impatiently, for her to arrive.

Her and Pencil set up a lovely picnic at the forests edge! It was beautiful and sunny out, and the sun rays were warm on her limbs. Everything was perfect. A nice romantic picnic with pence pence on a nice sunny day!

Everything was perfect.

Was.

Match was taken out of her carefree and perfect train of thought when there was a tap on her shoulder. She turned quickly, expecting to see pencil behind her, but was taken by surprise when Leafy stood behind her. Her hands behind her back, and her face was solemn.

'Leafy? I thought she was dead!' Match thought to herself. Leafy must have seen the confusion plastered on Matches face, and her face twisted in guilt. Match wasn't involved in the attack. In fact she had nothing to do with it. But this was necessary. For Fireys sake.

Leafy glanced at matches red head, its rough texture glimmering in the hot sun. "Match." Leafy spoke, her voice scratchy. "Leafy? What are you like, doing here? Aren't you like, dead?" Match asked, her shoulders stiffening in uncomfortable silence.

Leafy didn't answer. She didn't want to.
She couldn't.

"Well.. like.. I have a picnic planned with pencil, so can we talk after that?" Leafys heart ached with pure guilt, match looked so confused and scared. But she had to.

Leafy tightened her grip on her knife, taking a step closer to the match.

Match took notice of this, scooting away slightly. "Leafy? What are you like, doing?"

Leafy didn't respond, stepping closer.

Match stumbled to her feet, but her vision was all dark and she got light headed. She must've stood up too quickly.

Leafy took advantage of this, deciding to just get it over with.

She took quicker steps forward, before leaping up on top of match. Match let out a yelp, throwing her hands to the top of her head. Leafy threw her knife at the end of the red phosphorus on match, blood seeping from the already deep cut.

Leafy began to saw at the cut.

Match let out a loud shriek, stumbling into a bush to the side of them. Leafy kept her grip, however, continuing to saw at match despite being under her. Match kicked her feet around, screaming what seemed like pleads. And there was so much blood.

There was no way match was making it out of this alive.

With the position they were in, match was helpless. Match was on top of leafy, yes, but she had her back to leafy as well. This left leafy tightly holding onto the match, sawing at the head, and match helplessly kicking onto the air.

Leafy was about halfway through, and with every saw, was more confidence. Leafy began to think about what match did. Match helped chase leafy to Yoyleland, and allowed her to be isolated for years. Match had this coming for all the suffering she had caused leafy.

She was almost through, and she felt match grow weak. Her limbs were helplessly flailing in the air, weak and slow. Her high pitched screams and wails are now nothing but weak and slow sobs.

Eventually, the sawing stopped, and with it, so did match.

Of course match was still alive. But barely. Her breathing was shallow, and it was obvious she was dying from blood loss.

This was the end for poor little match. And leafy knew that.

As leafy slithered out from under match, she took one last glance watching match. Her eyes were heavy. She looked like she was on her last few minutes.

"Like.. why?" Is all match could muster out, as she closed her eyes for eternal rest. Her last moment filled with nothing but agony.

Of course, this couldn't be her end! She will be recovered once pencil realizes she's dead.

Right?

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"I don't know what to do! It's just missing!"
Golfball paced the lab, the cluttered potions and experiments left laying across the tables around her. "Did you ask everyone about it?" Tennis ball asked gently, looking up from his book.

"Yes I asked everybody! Why wouldn't I! Book wants to revive bubble how do I tell her she can't?!?"

Golfball looked up and grunted with frustration and worry. "The recovery center is missing! And so is the AFG! We are all gonna die of starvation and there is nothing we can do about it!!" She stomped her feet. "And announcer is missing! Without him there is quite literally no way to bring anyone back!"

Tennis ball looked off to the side. "So.. is death forever?" Golfball sighed and nodded. "At the moment.. yes."

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Y'all my motivation is sinking to beyond low. Anyways merry Christmas! Or early Christmas it depends when your reading this.

Anyways I have a lot of ideas!

How would you feel about an II fic where four chosen residents of hotel oj become gods? The main character will Elbe balloon! I know everyone likes that guy!

Or maybe a comic set in BFB where an infection takes over everyone and everything! It has drama and speciesism! Wow fun!

Anyways, hope you have a wonderful day or night, wherever you are!

(PS: it's funny because I actually ship pinleaf, and it may not be obvious because of the way pin acts towards leafy and how much of a shithead she is in this fic. But not to worry, I'm not gonna make it canon. Love y'all <3)