BFDI AND II ONESHOT BOOK!

Business Proposition/Chapter 1: Seal the Deal: Flowerpop

(Note: This is a semi-fanfic on its own, but not enough chapters to post in its own seperate fanfic, it will have about 4/5 chapters maybe? So it will just be in this oneshot book, but also on A03!!)
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Possible TPOT 18 Spoilers! 

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Flower and Gelatin are struggling to manage their business, so Gelatin suggests they reach out to Lollipop; an extremely successful businesswoman, for help. They decide to visit her together, but when they arrive, Gelatin steps back and leaves Flower to do the talking. Flower pitches their idea to Lollipop, who listens and agrees to take on the role of their business manager—on one condition: Flower must do anything she asks of her. Flower hesitates at first, unsure about the demand, but ultimately agrees to the terms. Lollipop manages to manipulate Flower into an intimate relationship while she plans to steal their company from right under their nose.

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Flower and Gelatin were in trouble. Their grand vision... a combination steakhouse and fashion store hadn't exactly taken off the way they'd hoped. Despite their passion, their creativity, and the very generous use of glitter in the décor, the customers just weren't biting. Or buying. Or anything, really.

They were flatlining.

No investors. No buzz. No business manager to help steer the sinking ship. They'd pitched their brand to every corporate sponsor they could think of, only to be met with awkward smiles and rejected emails. With every passing week, their funds dwindled. Bankruptcy was now more than just a looming threat... it was practically penciled in on next Tuesday's calendar.

The two of them sat in their quiet, customer-less store-slash-office, the walls echoing with silence and mild desperation. The smell of cold steak hung in the air next to a rack of neon, aggressively fuzzy sweaters. The sign on the door said "Steak in Style", but no one was walking through it.

"Maybe we need more steak... and less fashion?" Gelatin offered carefully, his voice unsure. He didn't want to hurt Flower's feelings, but... well, they had to face facts.

"No, no, absolutely not! I made two sales today! TWO! That's two more than last week, thank you very much!" Flower shot back, lounging dramatically in her office chair with her legs slung up on the desk like a stubborn CEO refusing to admit defeat.

Gelatin didn't press it. Though to be fair, he wasn't sure if those sales were from actual customers or from Taco trying to be polite.

Flower hummed and tapped her fingers on the desk. "Hmm... maybe it's time for a new line... Instead of vomit-repelling sweaters and non-slip shoes—what if I launched a collection of magnetic hats?"

Gelatin blinked. "Okay... but why would anyone want a magnetic hat? What would it do? And even if they did, we can't afford to make them. We're down to, like, $400! And we still have to restock steaks and sweaters. That's going to drain us dry by next week!"

He paused, rubbing the back of his head. "Maybe going into business with you was a—uh, very bold decision."

Flower slumped in her chair and groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Ughhhh... we need something! A miracle, a genius idea, a money fairy... anything! We can't lose this, Gelly..."

There was a long pause before Gelatin perked up. "What about... Lollipop?"

"No."

"Hear me out!" he pleaded, leaning forward. "She's rich, smart, scary in a good way—like a shark with a degree in finance! I even heard she has one of Yellow Face's gold credit cards thingies! You know how hard those are to get?! She could totally help us. Be our business manager. Save the whole thing!"