☆BFDIA 12 AU Oh that clumsy Tennis Ball... If only he looked where he was going. A simple mistake twists his life in a way he couldn't imagine. As his condition spirals him into a rabbit hole of his own making, Tennis Ball desires a cure which craves an unethical solution. ☆Takes place at the end of BFDIA 12 and goes into BFDIA 13! ☆Average chapter ～1k words ☆My first fanfic btw so uhh sorry if its bad🤞 ☆Also may be slight mischaracterisation so sorry for that too😔 ☆No beta ☆Rough drafts but I might work on them at some point ☆Enjoy!

Have you ever felt jealousy? Tennisball has. But this jealousy makes TB take it to the extreme. This causes many damages, like death, outbreaks, and many more. Soon, TB will end up alone if he doesn't STOP.

You thought you could get rid of me. But it's only a matter of time now. Thanks to you... I found a vessel of someone much stronger. I will finish what I have started. - Day turned to night- comet after comet passed through. But they had broken out of it. The cursed prison that held them behind a metal wall for ages. And with their freedom, they wish to bring them all back- to uncover the truth of what really happened in Yoyle City. But when objects, old and new, begin to disappear- they realize that this nightmare was far from over. ... A sequel to my au, Fear Garden. Again, inspired by the vocaloid song, Fear Garden! This story contains gore (HEAVY GORE), death, and upsetting topics (attempted su!cide), that are unsettling, so if you're young, DON'T READ. Enjoy. © All Rights Reserved

Cover by @totallynotGB (Go read their fics!) Written by the same author as Efficiency Is Survival and The Pages Between Us. ✟ "Naomi's got me always coming down." - Naomi by INOHA, 2024 Tennis Ball loses Golf Ball to suicide. No warning, no face-to-face goodbye. Was there anything he could've done? Tennis Ball tries to live their last moments together through her perspective, only to find out something that shatters how he views Golf Ball. ✟ Contains dark themes, such as suicide, grief, drug usage, religious themes, etc. Warnings will not be added in chapters; therefore, it is encouraged to read with caution.

The wind brushed through the landscape, making the grass dance. Something was different. Tennisball looked around and everything seemed to be normal; same game, same host, same contestants, same flowers, same hands, same eyes, same sky. But....he could hear it calling for him, crawling underneath his skin. Something was wrong. The shift did it, he was almost certain. It had messed up his mind. (Kind of an infection AU, planning on atleast 30k words) I still post this on here too, but I'm more active on ao3. TW for: horror, gore, violence, death, hallucinations, obsession, drug abuse, trauma, a lot more things, im not rly sure about anything yet, but plz just don't read if you're sensitive to any of the above. Do not read if you're under 13. The art, writing and AU belongs to me, the characters belong to Jacknjellify on youtube!!

[This has a reboot!!] Cover by @coolsporkzxx on TikTok/YouTube - .. - .----. ... / .- .-.. .-.. / ..-. .- -.- . .-.-.- Goiky is broken. Food is rare. The rules are cruel- And breaking them costs you a leg. When a deal made for power and honor sparks catastrophe, what will all-mighty Golf Ball do to ensure survival? Are the answers Chainsaws, Betrayal, Love... Or Efficiency? - Best Rankings: 1st in IDFB, 1st in Tengolf, 1st in BFDIA, 1st in Cult & 1st in Gaslighting

Cover by @peachyshyness This story has been orphaned and is now owned by @Bfb2763 ---------- They say whoever leaves is a traitor; someone who ran away from their responsibilities. Everyone's locked inside the Yoyle Transit, an abandoned, decaying underground metro station turned quarantine zone, and a mysterious God from outside is blindly worshipped. Now it works like this: To question is to suffer, To doubt is to cause danger, And to keep faith is survival. The metros keep rushing by, never stopping, never letting anyone on. Until one day... One does. ---------- Warnings will be added in chapters if necessary.