BFDI All Over: Flower in Bloom

Are you Better than a Blocky?

CLANG!

Flower rubbed her head. After being sent through the air from that explosion for who knows how long, she finally hit a metal floor. She almost thought she'd never land, but she'd probably prefer that to the landing she got. She took a look around - metal walls on all sides. She then looked up and saw a large metal lid which slowly but noisily shut on her, dimming the lights by quite a bit.

"What's going on?" Flower's first instinct was to leap up to try and force the latch open. She was able to touch the ceiling, but the lid wouldn't budge, no matter how hard she pushed against it.

"Welcome to the TLC."

She heard a voice - the speaker box. The uncrushed Speaker Box. Stupid Golf Ball, getting in the stupid way, causing a stupid explosion. She was gonna have to make a Golf Ball Crusher now! One made for the specific purpose of crushing Golf Balls!

"Get me out of here!" Flower demanded, pounding on the gray interior of her new prison. "I don't like cramped spaces!"

"Well, I don't like nearly being crushed to death." Even in the Speaker's monotone voice, a bit of anger could be heard in that statement. "You'll only be let out either at the end of the competition, or if the viewers decide to bring you back."

"I said let me out!" Flower slammed both her hands into the box over and over, until she finally tired out and slumped against the side. The Speaker Box didn't respond. He must have left.

She looked around her new confinement again. Gray, textureless, steel walls on all sides, drenched in what was nearly pitch black. He wasn't seriously about to leave her here, was he?

Flower would soon find herself curling up in the corner. It made the box feel less small, in a way. Man, this place was way too quiet... Being an extrovert, on top of needing sunlight to stay sane and hating being stuck in any small place, made experiencing the Tiny Loser Chamber very unfun.

She'd been in for... what, five minutes? Ten? She didn't know, since there was no way to tell time! Was the Speaker expecting her to just stay here until there was only one person left? She almost felt bad for...

No! Why should she feel bad for something that wasn't her fault? She didn't deserve to be here! This was all those dumb viewers' fault! They could have voted off Ice Cube, who harmlessly bounced off the ribbon and cost her team the challenge, but no! Zero votes! They could have voted off Rocky, who probably couldn't even open the gates to Dream Island on his own to get in, but no! Zero votes! They could have voted off Golf Ball, who didn't know how to do anything but run her mouth and ruin things, but no! Only one vote! And Flower got four ! In a fit of anger, she'd stand up again to deliver one more indignant kick to the metal wall, only to clutch her foot in pain afterward.

"Owwww..." She whined, rubbing at her injured foot. That was a bad idea.

Flower took some deep breaths. This wasn't the end of the world. Besides, as soon as someone finds out this was the TLC that the Announcer had been talking about, they'd surely help her out of it. Even if she wasn't exactly the most popular among them, they'd all agree this was too much, even for Flower. They'd pry the lid open, and help her out of it, and maybe even give her the recognition she deserved and do what she said for once. Any moment now, someone would see where she landed, and it'll go just as she thought it would...

It'd only be a matter of time...

...a matter of time...

...a matter... of time.

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"Guys, it is time for Cake at Stake."

Flower tried to ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach. Here she was, back at the chopping block once again. Would the viewers, whoever they were, see her differently now? She wasn't too sure.