(1/20/2024* - 3/25/2025)
*one of the stories was actually written for volume 1, but then i shelved it, then i put it here. whatever
in 2024 i decided i was gonna test myself by writing 2000 words every day for a year; i just about managed to do it, but it was at the cost of my soul. a little over a year later (a drastic improvement over volume 1 taking 3 years) i now have an additional 200 stories, making it 400 total, and less than half of them are anything close to good
this is the second volume of a collection of bfdi fanfics putting them in all sorts of wacky scenarios; you can check out the first volume (also in my profile) if you want even more hot garbage. each story is meant to stand on their own (hence 'oneshot'), but some can be tied together into some greater narrative
once again, id like to thank everyone that requested something, somehow thinking i was competent enough to fulfill their requests. id like to thank god for being infinitely kind and merciful, and id like to thank needle for being the best character ever
like in the first volume, this story is actually the most recent one in this collection; the other chapters go from earliest (ie. not good) to latest (less not good). if im going to be hated on for my terrible writing, at the very least its gonna be for the stuff ive written recently, not a million years ago
okay enough garbage, heres some garbage
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There's always something going on in Golf Ball's Underground Factory.
The Battle for Dream Island is still going strong, still occupying their every waking moment many years since it first arose, but that wasn't going to stop the bozo-brain bossy-bot from doing what she did best: being completely and utterly obnoxious and insufferable to everybody in her general vicinity. The march of time waits for no one, after all; at any given moment, some unexpected event or disaster could cause their entire way of life, what little comfort they felt in their miserable little world, to be wiped off the map. It was up to her, and the exceptional few that were smart enough and selfless enough, to further advance their scientific and technological knowhow, to gain a better understanding of the world around them, to attain mastery of all things in life, in order to lay the foundation for and establish a better, more peaceful, more prosperous world for all.
There's 2,763 (and probably more) fields of inquiry to investigate, and so GB was constantly bouncing around from one to the other, then to a couple more, then back around to inspect things more thoroughly. This time around, she was focusing very hard on the mind: that thing rattling around their heads (or not; that's another, *very* complicated story) that stores everything they can be bothered to remember.
There are so many facts and tidbits about the universe, and so many mysteries that are yet to be unraveled, and the sport globule's head could only fit so many of them before she'd burst at the seams. For all her life, she has sought for better ways to record and store this valuable information; she could still remember all the excruciating labor she had to undergo, unearthing ancient artifacts and studying undeciphered texts in order to preserve what little stood the test of time. Computers and other mechanical minds did that job just fine, but that wasn't going far enough; save for a few exceptional cases, all they could do is store things, and have absolutely no means to protect themselves against a rogue prankster deciding to send the servers crashing down like dominoes.
And so, Golf Ball's efforts always circled back to the mind. That little biological computer that's orders of magnitude more advanced than anything silicon can offer, and also works tirelessly to defend itself alongside all the other info it's preserving.
There were still many problems to work out; for one, as she was *very* much aware of, the average brain often gets distracted by 2,763 little things that ultimately mean nothing in the grand scale of things. But then again, most things in the universe have such flaws and imperfections that prevent them from running perfectly. That's why the universe is so full of misery, and that's why she has a job. The bossy-bot reckoned she could work everything out and smoothen things over, and once she did, things were going to get a *lot* easier.
