After a long hiatus Four announces they're restarting BFB, and with a twist: The readers will be able to vote, ask, dare, and challenge the contestants! 64 people, one prize.
But... not all is as it seems, is it?
Join in on this "Ask or Dare" book...
This chapter serves as an in-universe recap of ADFB so far
If you forgot many things about the fic, you definitely should READ IT!!
If you're binge-reading, I still recommend reading it anyway because it's still mildly important (and I tried making it fun)
That being said, no voting this time around. Leave dares & challenges anyway, and enjoy!
*KRRRSHHHHHK*
"𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙰𝙸𝚁..."
Tennis Ball groggily raised an eyebrow, looking around the entrance of the underground factory and trying to spot whatever speaker that robotic voice line came from, "Uh, what was that?"
Golf Ball, who had unlocked the metal doors to her factory with her footprint, turned back to look at him, "I installed that yesterday! Isn't it cool?!" she asked, her eyes glistening from excitement.
Tennis Ball looked dumbfounded, but he knew her well; this was nothing out of the ordinary.
He just smiled and hummed, "Yeah... pretty intimidating..." The laughter Golf Ball let out made that white lie worth it in his eyes.
"Hehehah! Yeahh..." she nodded to herself as she laughed and basked in her own handcrafted glory, "Anyway! Follow me"
Tennis Ball walked behind her as she began to trudge down the staircase that led to her factory, the thick metal doors closing behind them both. "...Why are you summoning me here at 3am anyway...?"
"VERY IMPORTANT BUSINESS, THAT IS WHAT!" Golf Ball replied with a tone of urgency.
"That being?" he asked, "You never told me anything outside..."
"The outside is dangerous!" she claimed, "Can't let anybody hear our plan!"
"What plan?"
Golf Ball stopped midway at the stairs, and looked back at her partner, "Q.T.! We've reached the final 24, soon to be 23, the chance of both of us making it to this point are of 12.16346% rounded up to the fifth decimal place!"
"...Okay?" he replied, admittedly confused.
She kept going, increasingly dramatic and passionate, "MY POINT IS! The chances of either of us winning the season are even slimmer, and the cast is shrinking quickly!
We've been distracted, we mustn't waste any time! We HAVE to up our game and thoroughly document every aspect we know of the contest for future reference!
Every event, every relationship, every alliance, we must be aware of everything to better our chances of winning! TAKE THE GAME BY THE STRINGS, BECAUSE INFORMATION IS THE MOST VALUABLE THING IN THIS WORLD!"
"Uh, sure..." Tennis Ball replied, barely on board with what she was suggesting, "...Why at 3am though?"
"BECAUSE!" Golf Ball argued as she resumed walking down the stairs, "EVERYONE is sleeping at 3am!"
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