Another two weeks have passed since the last contest. Whistle wakes up from sleeping on the grass, feeling a little more well-rested than before. He then gets up, does a little stretch, and decides to take a seat on a grass for today to look around the meadow, seeing all the different objects frolic around the meadow in their own ways. Suddenly, he hears a familiar voice.
"Hi human!", the glass bottle, named Bottle, says in her usual jolly tone while approaching him.
"Oh, it's you. Uhh... don't call me that."
"Why not? Aren't you a human?"
"Well yeah, but I'd rather not be called that in here."
"Why so?"
"Please, I don't want anyone to give me any weird looks."
Bottle knew how to respect others' wishes. "So, how'd you turn into a whistle?", she asks, curious about Whistle's backstory.
"Wh-what? Really? You wanna know?"
"Of course, silly! Don't leave me hanging!" Bottle then kneels down on the ground, hands placed below her face like she had a chin, ready to listen to Whistle.
Whistle was thrown off by how willing Bottle was to listen to his story. He thought no one would ever be willing to listen to his story about how he got here, much less believe him. Nonetheless, he starts explaining everything to Bottle. Bottle asked a few questions here and there while he was explaining, but there was one question she asked that stuck out to him the most.
"Aww, but why do you want to leave?", she asked.
Whistle opened his mouth, ready to give an answer, but then he started thinking about it.
"I mean, you've got your team, right? Isn't it fun to be with your team? Why do you want to leave them behind?"
Bottle raised a good point. Why should he leave them behind? He reflected on his relationship with his team. Sure, there were times that he wasn't really treated well, but overall, he felt rather happy being with them. He has been hanging out with (most of) them these past few weeks, and he's slowly starting to genuinely enjoy being with them. But he eventually has to leave all of them. He then thought to himself, should he really continue doing that favor?
Suddenly, his train of thought was interrupted by a loud zapping noise. Whistle then tried looking around the meadow to find the source of the noise to find his teammate Lightning zapping a limbless bronze alloy bell named Bell, who had a string connected to her that stretched seemingly infinitely into the sky.
"Whoa! That's the craziest zaptation I've ever seen!", Bottle remarked towards the whole ordeal while Whistle stared at it with a concerned look on his face. A collection of objects then fall down from the sky, as they were zapped by the electricity flowing from Bell to Bell's string.
Bottle let out a deep breath. "Didn't that look cool?", she aked.
"I dunno, that looked painful."
"Everyone, gather around here right now!" A voice from far away yelled out. It was Four. He was about to announce the next contest. Whistle and Bottle then walked toward Four.
Whistle felt déjà vu from this; this is the second time the contest was announced right after he woke up.
Whistle sees a huge crowd of contestants grouping up with their teams as he was walking towards Four. He then met up with his team. "Hey guys!", he greeted.
"Heyyyyy!", Firey was the first to respond to him. He then walked closer to Whistle, to give a high five to him.
"You guys ready for the next contest?", Pin asked to the two of them.
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The Favor | A BFDI Isekai
FanfictionImagine waking up one day in a world where objects are alive, and you have become one of them. Couldn't be whoever this guy is! Trapped in this weird world, he joins a strange competition, with an equally strange prize, which might help him get back...