The Big Object Battle Again (TBOBA)

TBOBA 25a: The Beginning of The End.

Stick was sitting down with Temmie. They were chatting about how fun TBOBA had been throughout it all. Stick objectively thought he was better because he had been through all of TBOBA and hadn't been eliminated. This made Temmie pretty angry. "Just because u came before tem doesn't mean u r better than tem," Temmie raged. "Oh really? Well, we'll just see about that in the finale," Stick said arrogantly. Temmie started at him with pure hate. Stick walked away. He made sure nobody was looking and went into the Junk Drawer. He had to talk to Pile Of Dirt. Racketball was going crazy. "GRRR! I've been in here for the longest out of all of you! If I spend one more day in here, I will lose my mind," Racketball shouted, loud enough so everyone could hear how annoying she was. "No offense, but nobody cares," Label snapped back. Power Button was concerned. "Can we stop fighting," he asked. Racketball and Label shouted no at the same time. "Ok, jeez," Power Button defeatedly said. Stick was confused about everything that was happening. He had come to see Pile Of Dirt. "So, how's life in here," Stick asked Pile Of Dirt. "It would be cool if everybody didn't yell all the time," Pile Of Dirt answered. "Yep! Looking at you, BQM," Pile Of Dirt yelled. BQM looked back at her, angry. "Well, at least I'M not the one who caused the mess everywhere! THAT was Racketball," BQM said, loudly. Racketball got angry at BQM. Racketball slapped BQM, causing a bruise on his face. "Why, you little," BQM said. He punched Racketball with all of his strength. Racketball went down swinging. Her cheek was on fire. "What have you done to her," Marble asked. BQM looked down at his fist. It was on fire. He backed away. Stick slowly got out of the Junk Drawer and went somewhere else. He had to use the bathroom. He did that and he looked up. He saw a camera looking down right at him. He was confused, and tried to block it, but to no avail. It seemed almost like he was stuck to the toilet. Then it started to suck him in. "Help," Stick screamed repeatedly before getting sucked down the toilet. The handle for the toilet was going down at an alarming rate. Then it stopped. The person flushing the toilet was invisible. The invisibility wore off. It was somebody nobody knew before. "Well, I got rid of one finalist. Where's the other," the mystery person asked. He left the bathroom, leaving a note on the closed toilet lid. "F key was here," the note said. Stick was going down the pipes, filled with water. He tried to keep his calm as he was carried to what seemed like a light at the end of the pipe. He ended up coming face first out of the pipe and landing in a mysterious building. He saw 8 beets there. He tried to sneak away, but one beet ended up seeing him. "GET HIM," shouted the beet leader. Stick ran away and found an air vent. He jumped through it. "Go to the outside of the building," the beet leader barked. Stick crawled through the air vent as the beets were under him. He climbed up one of two split paths in the air vent. The beets took the other path and Stick was free. He crawled through the air vent for what seemed like an hour. He got out, only to find the beets waiting there for him. He slowly crawled back, then he sprawled down on the floor and flung himself out. He was flying and the beets were not able to catch him. He glided above Object Island. He landed in the highest tree in a forest. It had a lot of branches, so he jumped down, making sure to land on all of the branches. He slipped mid-way, and he fell, falling on every branch. He face planted on the ground, bruises and scrapes all over. His left arm even broke. He walked to the set of TBOBA, left arm dangling. He finally got back and Temmie saw him. She scanned him repeatedly, up and down. "WHAT happened tu u," Temmie asked. Stick just looked at her and grumbled. He decided he would sit down and rewatch all the episodes of TBOBA. He giggled to himself, cried, and even laughed so hard that he started coughing. In one episode of the rewatch, he had a particularly bad coughing fit that made him cough up blood. He ran, coughing, toward Post-it. When he got to Post-it, Post-it jumped backward. "Jesus Christ! What happened to you," Post-it asked, clearly horrified. Stick tried to make out words during the devastatingly ginormous coughing fit. "I        need          an              ambulance," Stick said, pausing after words to cough more blood. Post-it whipped out his phone in an instant. He punched in 911. He had the phone to his ear, desperately watching Stick cough and cough. They picked up. "911, what's your emergency," 911 asked. "My friend is coughing up blood and he has a broken arm," Post-it said, frantic. "We'll send an ambulance there right this second," the person on the other side of the call said. In about five minutes, the ambulance arrived. Stick had been drinking a lot of water, but to no avail, as he was still coughing. Two unknown objects rushed out of the vehicle and took Stick in on a stretcher. Stick was just about to be sent away when Post-it asked a question. "Wait. Can me and someone else come with him," Post-it asked. The two unknowns whispered to each other and then nodded in agreement. The said sure. He called Temmie over and the three of them went to the hospital. No matter what they tried, they could never seem to get Stick to stop coughing. Until they slapped him across the face, that is. Then he coughed one final time, with a piece of beet coming out of his mouth. They still had his broken arm to worry about, though. Stick was in the hospital for 4 days. He came out the final day with not a scratch on him. Now they could do the finale. Stick and Temmie faced each other. "Stick and Temmie. You guys have made it to the finale. You guys both played great games. These votes will determine the winner," Post-it said. The three of them faced toward the TV. "But first! Before we get to the votes, we have a large crowd watching us today," Post-it stopped before the votes were displayed to say this. The crowd consisted of the BFCIA cast, Rocky, the BFBI cast, the TBOBA eliminated contestants, and Cursor. They all clapped. Some held up signs, mostly for Stick. "What's that I hear? Most of the crowd is chanting my name? Strange, isn't it," Stick asked Temmie, mocking her. Temmie growled in response. Stick laughed a hearty laugh. "Haha! Oh, that's cute! That's cute! You really think growling is going to help you win over me? The superior contestant," Stick said, still mocking Temmie. The word superior echoed in Temmie's head. "Chip u, Stick," Temmie said, still growling. Stick just looked at her with his confidence going through the roof. They both looked at the TV again. "We got 79 votes this time. The person with the most votes will win TBOBA. Are you guys sure you're both ready for this," Post-it asked dramatically. Temmie nodded intensely and vibrated. "Psshh! I'm ready! To win," Stick said. He envisioned his victory. Everyone chanting his name and holding him up, tossing him up as well. He imagined Temmie in the distance not talking to anybody. He sneered at Temmie, who was staring at the TV with a straight face. They looked at the TV as their faces appeared for an empty bar for both of them. It filled up extremely slowly. The vote count for each of them got to ten. Stick's confidence faltered ever so slightly, but it was still completely visible. The vote count got to fifteen. Temmie, with a straight face, looked at the TV, still hopeful that she could win. "Who am tem kidding! tem know tem won't win! stick stayed through da entire game and tem only joined because tem was a recommended character," Temmie thought in her head. The vote count got to twenty. Stick's confidence was still mostly there, but it faltered still. The vote count was now at twenty five, and Stick's confidence was gone at this point. "This is a mistake. I was supposed to get all the votes," Stick whispered to himself. Temmie shot a sneer at Stick. Stick stuck his tongue out at her. Their gaze was directed at the TV once more. Temmie was hopeful. The vote count got to thirty. That's when Temmie started to notice that Stick's bar was slowing down. She gasped. It looked like she had stars in her eyes. Seeing Temmie like this made Stick worry even more. The vote count got to thirty five. Stick's bar had slowed down tremendously. The vote count got to thirty seven. Both bars stopped entirely. A faint drumroll could be heard. It got louder and louder. The cymbal banged. It showed the votes. Post-it turned around toward the TV, then back at Temmie and Stick. "Congratulations, Temmie," Post-it said. "In a landslide vote, Temmie managed to win with only five more votes than Stick. The final votes were 37 for Stick and 42 for Temmie," Post-it said. He turned toward the large crowd. "Everyone, give a big round of applause to Temmie," Post-it shouted. The entire crowd clapped and chanted Temmie's name. Everyone except for Pile Of Dirt. She was sneering at Stick, who was shrugging. Post-it let the crowd come to the elimination area. Watermelon ran as fast as he could toward Temmie. They hugged. Watermelon smiled. "Wow! I didn't think you had it in ya," Watermelon said. Temmie blushed. "Heehee! well, tanks watermelon," Temmie said. Watermelon smiled at her. "What can I say? I believed in you ever since you made it to the final 10," Watermelon said supportively. Temmie got close to Watermelon. Watermelon knew where this was going and he kissed her. Temmie was surprised at first, but she settled into it. Marble saw this and she gasped. "Guys look! Temmie is kissing Watermelon," Marble shouted to everyone. They all came over and watched. Watermelon stopped and looked at everyone. "What are you guys looking at," Watermelon asked, annoyed. Everyone walked away. Pile Of Dirt came over to Stick. She had her best sassy face on. "Why did you fail me," Pile Of Dirt asked. "I didn't know that I failed you," Stick said. "Ugh, you're worse than Racketball," Pile Of Dirt whispered to herself. Stick heard that and slapped her. "What was that for," Pile Of Dirt asked. "That was for saying that I was worse than Racketball," Stick yelled loudly. "ExCUSE me," Pile Of Dirt yelled as she flicked her head back toward Stick. "Don't test me lady," Stick said with a serious tone of voice. Pile Of Dirt just walked away. "DO YOU WANT A DIVORCE," Stick shrieked. Pile Of Dirt thought for a moment, as if she didn't understand the question. She turned around very, very slowly and faced Stick one final time. "You know what? I just realized that I would be way happier when I'm not married to you. So the answer is yes," Pile Of Dirt said calmly. She walked away and never looked back. Stick was left in the dust and his heart had been broken. He bought a boat from the store and sailed off of Object Island. He was alone and at peace. Everyone else was busy celebrating when Hula Hoop noticed something was off. "Hey! Where is Stick," Hula Hoop asked. Pile Of Dirt's eyes got wide. "He didn't actually leave did he," Pile Of Dirt thought. They searched all over Object Island. He was nowhere to be found. "He must've sailed off," Arrow said. Post-it looked at Arrow. "Right. Let's go find him. Together," Post-it said loudly as they sailed off to find him.

To be concluded...

Part 2 will come out from November 13 - Thanksgiving.