EXIT of HELL | BFB Fanfic [DISCONTINUED]

-Detention-

Firey Jr's POV-

I'm worried, well, mostly for myself. But Pencil seemed to be off, I'm unsure if it's because her best friend killed her or if she misses her. Maybe both. I slowly got up from my desk, pushing Roboty so I can move, and walked over to hers. "Hey.. You okay?" I asked, hoping for some lie or happy response. "No. I'm not okay." It surprised me, she was definitely off but I would think she would hide the truth or something. "What's wrong?" I said, allowing curiosity to get the better of me. "Well-" Suddenly, the door burst open as a new kid entered in. We didn't recognize them at first.

It was a fairly short boy with messy hair, blue freckles, and a navy blue striped sweater covering his mouth for some reason. Some sort of clock necklace hung down from the sweater, and he had royal blue pants with black sneakers. Loser nearly instantly recognized him with a little hesitation. "Oh! Clock!" He waved with a comforting smile that filled the room with happiness. Clock seemed to be nervous until Loser's comfort helped him. He smiled a little, as it peaked from his sweater. He quietly went to his seat, and Four didn't come. I don't know how to feel, but I went back to my desk, playfully shoving Roboty to move so I have room on the seat we share. Class continued like normal.

Match's POV-

For fucks sake.. That kid really has some sort of nerve to try to mess with us after Roboty broke his damn arm. He's going to pay for this... I opened my eyes to find us in some room with a bunch of slips of papers in bags. "Welcome to Detention!" Four announced to the both of us. "We have a lot of votes, and we need helpers to sort it. Your job is to sort these papers, and you may leave back to the classroom once you arrange this episode's votes." Seems easy enough, we looked at the small trays where it had a character's name magically written on it. It seemed like GABOP was up. That's rare.

I began to organize papers between the 7 team members, 8-Ball helped as well. Knowing how many votes I got, there's going to be a lot of them. We got to work. I read the slips of paper, each having a comment and bracket on them. I looked at the trays and placed the paper on the correct bracket corresponding to the team member. I kept on moving over each slip of paper, as the bags and bags kept on getting smaller. Most of them were expired anyways so it made this job easier. After organizing them, we quietly high fived eachother. I suppose it's freetime in this mess, so I decided to go lean on the offered chair and chill on my phone til Four gets her. Meanwhile, I glanced over to 8-Ball, and he seemed to be writing in a journal of some sort. I decided to not question it.

Night had fallen once again, I could tell from the tiny window at the top of the room.
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Detention room woo- I wanted to introduce this somehow and I thought this is a decent method. Also it's kinda.. a little spoiler on who's joining the exit next. B)