IDFB: Continued - an IDFB fanfic [COMPLETED]

IDFB 5a: Rock, Bungee, Scissors! ✂️

January 1st, 2017

Deep, blissful, dreamless sleep. The sort of sleep Fries had been hoping to have for weeks now. The sort of sleep he had somehow managed to acquire in the last couple days. The sort of sleep that he had been lacking, causing him to become quite irritable.

Naturally, it had to be interrupted by Gelatin blasting an airhorn in Fries' face.

Fries shot up in his bed. "Ahh! What! Who! Where!"

"HAPPY NEW YEAR, FRIES!!" Gelatin cried, blasting the airhorn again.

"GELATIN! What in the WORLD?!" Fries rubbed his eyes vigorously. Gelatin was standing in front of him with Rocky sitting on his head. Both were wearing party hats. Rocky had a party blower in his mouth and promptly blew it.

"What time is it?" Fries asked wearily.

"12:07 AM, my dude!" Gelatin replied enthusiastically. "Pencil just hosted one of the BEST New Year's party's I've ever been to. I'm surprised you didn't hear us!"

Fries groaned. "I can't deal with this," the sleep-deprived, deep-fried package of potatoes muttered. He lay back down in his bed and stuffed his face into the pillow. "Remind me to lock my door when I go to bed in the future," he requested, his voice muffled from the pillow.

"Naw, why would I do that? If you locked the door, I couldn't come in and annoy you!"

Gelly got a mouthful of pillow as Fries had thrown it at him, causing him to fall over and Rocky to fall off. "That's the POINT!" Fries said angrily.

"Woah there, Superspud! You've got a strong arm!" Gelatin tossed the pillow back to him. "Well, if you ever feel like not being a party pooper, feel free to come down and join the fun!" The glob of jello cartwheeled out the door as Fries stared at the pillow in his hand. He didn't throw the pillow that hard... did he?

(cue IDFB intro lol)

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Bubble opened her eyes just to realize that she had popped again, this time simply by tripping and falling. The black void peppered with faraway twinkles of multicolored lights surrounded her. She sighed and turned towards the others who were, of course, still in the strange dimension.

The last few times she had been there, they discovered that while you were dead, you could make certain objects appear. Small things, like cups of coffee, or sticks and stones, or a chess board and chess pieces. Pencil and Match were dueling it out in chess right now, with Book and Ice Cube watching them closely.

Needle was only observing from a distance, so she was the first one to notice Bubble's arrival. They waved at each other. "How's it going, Bubble?" she called out.

"It's not too bad." Bubble floated over to Needle. "I was just heading back to the Yoyle Needy- er, the Yoyle Needle after the rejoin. Roboty and Pillow were freed, by the way."

"Oh." Needle scratched her head. "Has another month already really passed? It's hard to keep track of time here."

"Yeah. Actually, it's New Year's Day today!" A party hat appeared on top of Bubble's head. "So we're in 2017 now."

"Cool!"

"Checkmate!" Needle and Bubble looked over to see Match cheering and doing a dance. "I win!

"Dangit. How'd you do that?" Pencil grumbled. She studied the board to see if Match had made a mistake, but without success.

"I'm just, like smarter than you, Pence-Pence." Match stopped dancing abruptly as she spotted Bubble. "Oh, hey! It looks like Bubble's W̶O̷R̵T̶H̷L̶E̵S̶S̴.̵"