In a twisted alternate universe, the BFDI contestants are no longer colorful individuals living freely in an island, simply participating in a weird game show full of zany obstacles, friendships, and intense, but in the end of the day silly antics r...
"Oh screw those scientists, they ain't breaking ME!"
"Oi beloive in you all!"
Reminiscence.
Tainted with melancholy.
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Bubble sat at a table, situated in a large, yet empty, dark, and sterile room far from the chaos of the experiment chambers.
The fragile subject was taking her common breaks during schedule. Given how easy it was to kill her with a single jab of a finger, the scientists would simply let her go, brushing her off as poor experiment stock. This would be a benefit for Bubble, given how much she absolutely loathed experiments...but alas, the pain and unrest piling up on Bubble from the years she's spent suffering in this lab, as well as the awful misery she'd witness happening upon her dearest comrades..was practically torturing her as much as any physical experiment.
And such mental unrest, would often lead Bubble to walk over here to this metallic room, carrying a few commodities offered from her item chute, and simply laze around the tables and chairs, her numbed mind full of gloomy memories, and sometimes smoke.
Now however, things have been begun to change with Four and X arriving. Being significantly better scientists than all the speaker boxes combined ever were, the object's common gimmicks and habits were being subverted to "spice" things up a bit more in Project DreaMaker Mark 4.
Black Hole was shrunken by Four, some people are being genetically modified at times, anyone with abilities problematic to the doctors' agenda are regularly fed anomaly-suppressant, and fragile objects such as Bubble were fed a strengthener in order for them to be able to sustain awful gory injuries, without being saved by a quick pop or shatter.
