!!WARNING!!
This book includes blood, gore, CHARACTER death, swearing, weaponry, and minor BFDI spoilers.
Please read with caution!
One normal damn day.
That's all most teenagers can ask for. Just one...normal day. Unfortunately, for Leafy, and 19 o...
We all stepped out of the gym, a new, just barely invisible aura of discomfort around us. The announcement of the killing game had clearly done a lot on our barely established trust in each other.
"Okay, so, what are we looking for?" Teardrop asked. Flower scoffed.
"How stupid are you?" She criticized, "We're obviously looking for a way to escape."
"Hey!"
"Don't talk about TD like that!" Needle growled in warning. Flower rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, but shut up. Finally.
"...Anyways," Pin finally said, "I vote we split up. We could cover more ground that way."
"She's right." Pencil agreed.
Match stared at her in disbelief, "Wait, like, Pence-Pence. You're, like, agreeing with like, her!? But she's like, an enemy to your like, talent! Her and like, Bossy Bot over there." She groaned and pointed at Golfball.
"Hey!" Pin clenched her fists.
Golfball rolled her eyes, annoyed but not surprised. "Literally, what the fuck did we do to you this time."
"You two are like, too good at being like, leaders!" Match complained, "You'll like, take Pencil's like, job!"
"...Oh."
"Uhm...Thanks?"
"DON'T LIKE, THANK ME!!"
"Then what did you want her to do?"
"Just like, shut up!"
"What is with you and thinking you're cool just because you already lost your—!"
"ENOUGH! ALL THREE OF YOU!!" Tennis Ball suddenly yelled. The three instantly stayed quiet, and stared at him.
Golfball was the first to make a move, and walked up to him. "You...okay...?"
He sighed and nodded, "Sorry..."
"It's okay."
An awkward silence followed, til Pin finally spoke again, "W-Well then, now that that's over...How about I choose a group first?"
"Wouldn't that be unfair, though?" Pen pointed out, "How about you and Leafy choose a group of ten each?"
"Me?" I asked.
"Yeah. You seem really cool!"
"...Right. Anyways, Pin, you wanna RPS for who chooses first?" I smirked at her and put my hands up.
She looked back at me and giggled, "You bet!"
A few minutes later, I had won, and chose Icy. Then Pin chose. Back and forth. Finally, once we were situated, Golfball wrote everyone's names down in a notebook she had.
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