The Sleepover - A Frapy fanfic ig

Chapter 4: Unintentional Pillow Fight!

After the events of Fries' confession to being gay as fuck for a damn coral stapler, Marker decided to scream something stupid.

"PILLOW FIGHT!!! >u<" Marker screeched.

Everyone went silent and stared at Marker, confused. They weren't sure what a pillow fight had to do with anything. Marker just stood there, grinning like a goofball. He clearly had a one-track mind when it came to having fun.

Yellow Face slowly walked towards Marker, his eyes narrowing with confusion. "Marker. A pillow fight? Really?" he asked, his tone flat.

Marker just continued to smile, his enthusiasm undeterred. "Yeah, man! Don't you wanna throw pillows at each other? It'll be awesome!" he replied, completely serious.

Foldy, who was still reeling from the previous conversation, raised an eyebrow at Marker's suggestion. "Marker, we're in the middle of an emotional moment here. This isn't exactly the time to start a pillow fight."

Marker pouted, his smile faltering. "C'mon, guys, it's just a bit of fun. Can't we take a break from all the feelings and just have some lighthearted fun?" he pleaded.

Bell and Eraser chimed in. "PILLOW FIGHTT!!"

Pillows were then flung around the room mere seconds later.

Fries, still trying to process his confession, was suddenly hit in the face with a pillow.

SPOMF

He blinked a few times before registering what just happened. He shot a deadpan look at Marker, who was giggling uncontrollably.

"Sorry, man! Just couldn't resist!" Marker replied sheepishly.

Fries simply rolled his eyes, but secretly found the sudden change in mood to be somewhat refreshing.

Yellow Face, realizing that the pillow fight was inevitable, just sighed and joined in. He swung a pillow at Marker, who narrowly dodged it and countered with a pillow strike of his own.

"You little..." Yellow Face muttered, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

Foldy watched the chaos unfold, caught between frustration and amusement. She picked up a pillow of her own and threw it at Marker, who was gleefully running around the room, ducking and weaving from flying pillows.

As the impromptu pillow fight escalated into an all-out free-for-all, even the more reserved objects got caught up in the fun. Eraser, never one to back down from a good game, was wielding two pillows at once and attacking anyone within range.

Bell was giggling uncontrollably, her usual serious demeanor replaced by childish glee as she gleefully launched pillows at her friends. Fries found himself caught up in the moment too, joining in the fray and swinging pillows with a surprising amount of vigor.

As the battle raged on, the tension and seriousness from before had completely vanished. The objects were now fully immersed in the ridiculousness of the pillow fight, letting loose laughter and playful banter fill the air.

Yellow Face, his earlier annoyance at Marker's impulsiveness momentarily forgotten, grinned widely as he swung a pillow at Foldy. "You're going down!" he declared, a competitive edge to his voice.

"Oh, really?" Foldy shot back, returning the attack with a well-placed pillow shot of her own. "I don't think so!" Her competitive streak had been awakened, and she was determined to come out of this pillow fight victorious.

The battle intensified as more and more objects joined in, the room now a chaotic mess of flying pillows and giggles. Marker was at the center of it all, still giggling like a schoolboy, thoroughly enjoying the mayhem he had unleashed.

Eraser was in his element, effortlessly weaving through the objects, avoiding pillows, and striking back with impressive precision. He had the grace and agility of a seasoned pillow warrior, and it showed.

Bell and Fries found themselves back-to-back, fending off attacks from all directions. This unexpected alliance, formed out of necessity in the heat of battle, had an almost strategic element to it, as they blocked pillows and covered each other's blind spots.

Even Yellow Face, as competitive as he was, couldn't help but admire the unexpected teamwork between Bell and Fries. "Looks like they've got each other's backs," he called out from across the room, aiming another pillow at Marker.