All Eyes On Me | BFDI/TPOT Fanfic

turn the tv off

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TW, GORE! (and some swearing!)

(Edited :3)

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Blocky was preparing the setup for the prank of the next Blockys Funny Doings International, and he was quite excited, as he began to set up everything, he could already the episode playing in his head, it was so perfectly planned... what could go wrong?

Alot.

alot could go wrong, and alot did.

He had found a nice clearing, with a odd amount of flowers, and a strange smell, but Blocky put it down to a dead rabbit, or some animal. he didn't really care, he only cared about getting the episode done.

He didn't notice Tree, hiding just within sight.

Red, no.. more maroon eyes.. lovely.. all of their eyes are so..  unique..

He smiled.

Blocky had set up a small archery range, then a voice called him over, one of the objects he had hired to help with the show.

I could use that.. Tree thought, and he slowly got up.

He went over, being careful to be quiet, and inspected the target.

"Oh, Blocky.. you've just set up your own death, thank you for making this so, so much easier."

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Tree looked through the shed behind the hotel, and grabbed a chainsaw and some rope, and quietly but swiftly made his way back to the small archery range the wooden block had set up.

This all seemed too perfect to be all good.

And it was.

Tree suddenly dropped to his knees, gasping for air, clutching at his throat. His throat had suddenly closed, and it felt as though someone was crushing his windpipe, constricting.

Just as Tree felt he was going to suffocate, or pass out, or die, the crushing feeling slowly eased away, pain still seared through his throat.

He took a deep breath, the cold air sharply jabbing him in his already aching throat, he winced, and for the first time in a long time, he felt something.

Fear.

Pain.

Regret...?

Don't. Ignore it.

Your job is not done yet, you can't go back.

Tree shivered, and slowly rose from the ground, refusing to fall to his emotions again.

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Blocky adjusted the target, making sure it was secured into the ground, and he stepped back, admiring his work.

This could be one of the best episodes yet, he could already invision it! He chuckled to himself, and knelt down to adjust some other minor details.

Tree, who had just tripped over a rock and, probably, sprained his ankle, limped towards Blocky at a surprising speed, not caring if he was seen.

He raised his baseball bat as soon as he was in arms reach with the block, and swung it down, knocking Blocky out cold, a trail of blood sliding down the spilt in his forehead.

Tree, who was not extremely annoyed, didn't care. He grabbed the rope and tied it around Blockys wrists and ankles. He could hear the blocks wrists crack at how tight the ropes were, Tree clenched his teeth, ignoring it.