BFJ • Object Show

Episode Three - Peaceful Music (VOTING ENDED!)

Shell wiped her eyes, sighing. She stumbled from her room and looked around. All of the other contestants were there already.

Magna looked enraged. "Hosty, WHAT THE HELL? Why do we wake up AT 5 AM? AND WHY DID SHELL GET UNTIL 5:30?" She stomped over to it.

The host yawned. "Huh? We needed to start early. And Shell has trouble waking up or some shpoo like tha—"

"Shut up, idiot. Work on making things more fair, will you?" Magna stomped away.

The host looked offended for a moment until Ladybug came up. "D—Don't listen to her..." she stammered. Hearty smirked behind them.

Cracker emerged from his room. "Phew, isn't it lonely in there? Locky, what do you think about... sharing a room...?" He winked.

Lock smiled warmly. "Sure thing, friend!"

Harp glanced around. "Any of you have trouble sleeping?" she whispered soothingly. "Tonight you can call me over and I'll play you some music. Or just watch my ASMR YouTube videos, my YouTube is HarpyHelpsURelacc."

"I might. I have trouble sleeping, my mind just keeps me awake..." Shell muttered.

"How did everyone sleep?" Mama Bean asked.

"Terrible," Shell said.

"Wonderful, I dreamed about Lock all night..." Cracker said, giving Lock a look.

"Good, good," Flowew said coolly.

"AWESOME! We stayed up until 2 AM and looked at memes!" The Peas said in unison.

Mama Bean gasped. "Peas!" She gave them her signature death glare. "Bedtime was 2 PM! You guys—"

The host coughed. "Ahem, may we stop with the chitchat and begin today? We're late already. And I still need to get the Crazy Crew out of Arry's hotel and figure out what do to with BK."

Barrel gasped, looking excited. "We're going to Burger King?"

"No, fattie. I meant Bloody Knife." The host looked around anxiously. "Now, uh... anyhow, I'll go now." It walked away.

At Arry's Air High Hotel

"Why did I join this team again?" Taggy groaned. The others were in the hallway, chatting, while Note wrote frantically with a furious look on his face. Squish Ball sat far away from him, squishing himself nervously.

The door swung open, and the host was there. They all turned to look at it.

Arry grinned, walking confidently up to it. "Hello, hello, Hosty-host! What might I interest you in here at my hotel? We do have certain hotel rooms for retarded and irresponsible people, if you'd like to visit that. But I'm afraid they're still a work in progress. Though, you—"

The host looked hurt. "Could you SHUT THE FUHECK UP?" it sighed. That bimeanie needs one of those rooms... "We need to start the first challenge... Arry, could you bring your team to the park?"

Arry rolled his eyes. "Sure, sure."

It was about to ask Arry if he could bring Bloody Knife back, but didn't want to depend on anybody. I'll need to figure that out.