BFDI All Over: Flower in Bloom

The Joy of Baking, The Sickness of Hatred

Flower fiddled with the buttons on her DDS. She wasn't exactly in the mood to make more sweaters, especially if the Announcer was just going to insult them again. There wasn't too much going on this early, anyways.

A little bit into her game of Get to the Top Although There Is No Top! , the screen went off. Someone was calling her.

"Golf Ball?" Flower asked, GB calling from inside her own factory. In the background, she could see two air mattresses haphazardly thrown on the floor, TB sleeping on one of them.

"Hey, Flower. I'm just letting you know, TB and I have...temporarily moved our sleeping grounds. I'd rather not be in the open wherever the threat of interacting with Snowball is looming."

"Oh yeah..." Flower hesitated, "Why is he mad at you specifically?"

"I got mad at him for stealing my win token, and... I may have sabotaged him during the 'three-person team' challenge.

Flower quickly thought back to what 8-Ball did to Golf Ball... or at least what he would have done back in her own timeline.

"Yeah, I understand... I probably should find a safer spot soon too."

"We have plenty of space down here..." GB paused, "Just don't tell Pencil about this place, okay?"

Flower nodded at that, "I mean...if you say so, but aren't we in an alliance?"

"Well, yes..." GB huffed, "But I still don't want anyone except for us down here... this place is supposed to be top-secret, need-to-know stuff, okay? And even if you come down here, don't touch anything, got it?!"

Flower did her best not to roll her eyes at that, "Of course... but how's she gonna stay safe from Snowball?"

"I reinforced the locks and windows on the van." Golf Ball explained, "From what I hear, she prefers sleeping in that thing anyways, right?"

"I suppose." Flower said. It didn't seem very fair to her, but GB was very picky about this sort of thing, and it'd be best not to argue to much about it with her. It was still her lab, after all, "I guess I'll see you at the Cake at Stake."

"Sounds good to me." and with that, GB ended the call, the screen returning to her game...

...maybe she could keep playing for a little while longer? She did have some time to kill, after all.

A large forklift appeared beside the basket of bread, sending its contents - both the bread and the sunken contestants - back into the TLC before it shut with that infamous metal clang.

"Blocky, Needle, Coiny and Woody...last episode, you four had the lowest scores. The voters have voted."

Coiny kicked the dirt at this. He wasn't keen on trying to make any bets this time, since anyone who wanted to could probably just bet on him getting out... then collectively vote for him. He just had to hope the money he did get out of a bunch of voters wouldn't hurt too much.

"Oh gee, I sure hope Woody gets eliminated by now! He definitely deserves it." Blocky said out loud, looking to Woody on the next platform... who didn't say anything. He wasn't even looking at him.

"I said I sure hope that Woody is the one who gets eliminated and sent to the TLC today!" Blocky repeated himself, desperate to get some response...but still nothing, "Ugh...why do I bother?"