The Island of Objects (BFB Contestants x READER)

[1] - Survival, and its Consequences.

It took only seconds for you to detect the cookie's movements pulling away from you, and you then looked curiously at her trail. "What are you doing, Cookie?" You questioned her with a blank stare, and then she turned around and focused her gaze on you. "Well, what does it look like? I'm wasting my time gazing closely at this beautiful scenery." She replied before grabbing some unfamiliar fruit from a tree. "Whatever," you deadpanned, just as you were about to cannonball down to the river without this cookie's approval, but she was busily distracted by the fruit and wasn't paying attention to you. "Ew, an insect is eating this fruit." The cookie yelled, eyeing the fruit with a disgusted expression before tossing it aside for the hungry rats to come. And then she heard a splash.

She switched to a frightened expression as she recognized your presence in the shallow river. As she raced towards you, her brows furrowed in an angry expression. You thought it was funny how she was racing towards you. She was pretending to be a babysitter. "[O/N], you scared me, plus that's disgusting; the water might be filthy!" She yelled at you, judging. "But it's so much fun!" You whined as you interacted and played with the water once again. "I don't care; just get out of the water and quit acting like a child!" The cookie remained to yell, as she was pouting at you. "Dude, you're such a party pooper," you remarked in a monotonous voice as you folded your limbs together, and then climbed up against the river. The process of the sun drying the water away from your body had just begun.

"It's a pleasure to see you back on dry ground, [O/N]" Cookie said while patting you, cheering. With an ominous and pissed look on your face, you sighed miserably.

Fortunately, you weren't thinking of your parents, if so, then that would have instantly ruined the mood. Gotta hope that you won't think about that right now.

"What do you expect me to do if you won't let me have fun?" You snapped at the cookie in a pissed manner. "Well, I'd like you to help me gather the necessary materials; some of those goods can be challenging and difficult to obtain if I'm the only one who's doing it, you know?" So, if you help me, the procedure will move much more quickly!" Cookie explained. "Fine." You deadpanned, with your deepened voice. "Look, I just found some large tree leaves that we may use as cushions!" Cookie exclaimed with confidence. What she said made you frown.

She was being stupid at this point because leaves deteriorate faster when you pull them from the tree. Unless Cookie might come up with the idea of switching the old leaves to new leaves every day. Considering there is no alternative, you can understand the leaves taking on the role of a cushion for now.

the leaves won't be comfortable tonight and that's for sure.

You were the only one to notice that the daylight was slowly starting to fade as Cookie was slowly starting to head toward the thick leaves. Man, time was going rapidly. And then you grew an idea. "Cookie, I think we should quickly start with finding a spot in this swampy jungle to sleep in for the night and then gather the necessary materials if we can. Tomorrow we can choose to sleep in a different unknown place on this island I suppose. It is getting kind of late to be exploring everywhere" You made your demand. And then Cookie turned her head to you.

"I'm sure we can do that!" Cookie responded joyfully, for the first time agreeing with you. Before you began strolling across the muddy bridge with her. As you were laying your eyes on the beauty of everything that was in your surroundings, and some bugs that were biting some of the leaves, they appeared to look cute. you were aware of your task of picking a perfect spot to sleep in for the night, forcing you to glance about for a reason. Cookie was looking at the full greenery like a telescope when she looked at you and asked, "Have you found something yet?" "I haven't, what about you?" You responded to Cookie while still staring at the trees, and then you heard a slight scoff coming from her. "Have not." The cookie sighingly deadpanned as she dropped her voice. This will take longer than intended.

You resumed your stroll with Cookie, successfully crossing the damaged bridge without tumbling into the slippery water. When a piece of bird poop landed on Cookie's forehead. You immediately noticed and began chuckling. She saw your suspiciousness and was curious as to why. "What's the matter with you, [O/N]?" Cookie spoke dryly, and she didn't turn around to face you. "It's nothing, just some ice cream dropped on your forehead, maybe you should lick it!" You suggested that, chuckling as you spoke. She came to a halt and touched her forehead, and then she felt the liquid on her limb as she pulled her limb out to look at it. "Wait a second, is this bird shit?" She remarked, irritably, looking at you in suspense. So it appears that she noticed the issue.

You burst out laughing, absolutely losing your shit, and then collapsed to the floor in laughter with all of your limbs intensely wiggling around. "[O/N], this is a serious situation; do you want me to laugh at you when tables take a turn and bird shit falls on you?" Cookie groaned in anger as she wiped the bird shit from her face. You abruptly stopped laughing and scowled. "What." You muttered fiercely, Cookie was happy to see your laughter suddenly gone. And then you stood up and brushed the clinging greenery off your body. "Come on, let's just get past this scenario." She pleaded, attempting to forget. Then you accepted it and resumed your little stroll with her. Cookie rolled her eyes at how childish you are, you have appeared to grow so much confidence and immediately turned best friends with her.

And then she spotted a tiny open field with no plants in it but merely surrounding it, which seemed like an excellent spot to sleep. And it's got to be it; she can't look any further since the sun was going downer and downer by the second. The crickets are about to get involved.

However, you were unaware of the field, and Cookie heard you humming something and she didn't like it. "99 bottles of milk on the wall, 99 bottles of milk, You take one down, pass it around!" 98 bottles of milk on the wall-" You were humming the tune regularly when Cookie told in timing, "HEY LOOK, WE'VE FOUND THE PERFECT SPOT FOR OUR SLEEP, SO SHUT UP!" And then she directly points at it, as though the devils had taken control of her body at this moment, the scream was worse than King Dedede's menacing cackle. You flinched at her screaming, "Oh, we do, that's great!" You sarcastically remarked, dashing towards the field. Cookie groaned, but at least you stopped singing that counting game. Now we just need to comprehend how to hide from the creatures at night.

"God damn, I hate being bombarded with [O/N]'s craziness." The Cookie murmured.

You yawned as you sat in the field before Cookie came up and intentionally sat next to you. "Uh, there's not much we can do, I'm too exhausted to find the most needed materials for the both of us." Cookie said dissatisfied, making a negative shrugging emoticon. Which caused you to frown. "However, we have a large brown basket to keep us safe." Cookie continued with their sentence while carrying a large basket. Then your frown softened into a neutral curious but still skeptical face. And then Cookie placed the massive basket above our heads, and fortunately, there was air in this basket so we can breathe inside but it was full darkness. This place is cheap, but as long as you can sleep, everything will be OK. "Can you explain to me where you got this from?" Cookie was questioned by you.

"Well, it's nothing really; I found it in the forest somewhere." Cookie responded. "Ah- oh, um ok." You stammered. And then you looked at her casually with a tiny smile, saying, "I'm gonna go to sleep now," before leaning against the biscuit, embracing her and making her a pillow of yours without her consent but she didn't respond, you fell asleep after getting yourself comfortable. Cookie, on the other hand, will need some time to fall asleep.

"I hope you get a good night's sleep." The cookie whispered, gently patting and caressing your head.

The Cookie then said, "I miss my dearest friends and family," as she sighed and turned to face the sky above. As soon as her negative thoughts kicked inside her door, she was instantly depressed. When it comes to the times before crashing on this island with [O/N], her best buddy, a glass of milk, was all she could think about. In particular circumstances, she secretly pretends that [O/N] is the glass of milk. Hopefully, he is doing well and is watching over us from above as an angel, encouraging us on our path.

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A/N: the Battle for Dream Island stuff will be in the next chapter, so get prepared! 

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