The Island of Objects (BFB Contestants x READER)

[4] - Let's play a game!

And then you gazed at Four being static in response to the book's statement within the first seconds, but then a little screech was preparing to come out of its mouth until a pillow prevented it from hurting the book by attempting to smother it, and then most of the objects reacted with terrified looks.

And then a few seconds later, Pillow was killed as Four returned to being a static creature, and then you felt someone tap their finger on your back, which resulted in you spinning around in confusion, but your eyes widened when you realized it was the red block you were spying on earlier, but he wasn't scowling, instead displaying a neutral expression. "Hey, is it okay if I ask you a question?" He cautioned you in a deep low voice with his pupils lighting up at you, and you nodded in displeasure.

"All right, so I want to get to know you, and maybe we can get to know one another in this 100% stabilized building perhaps, let's possibly do that when this scenery is over!" He remarked with a slightly higher pitched voice with confidence while pointing to a faraway building that appeared to be a large house. You expect that you won't enjoy this at all but you nodded in agreement because you didn't wanna risk seeing the consequences following the "no" option.

"Alright, I'll see you there." Before he started walking away from you, the red block stated with enthusiasm, as you could hear him starting to chat with an unfamiliar moving eraser. As you sat leaning against somebody's legs and witnessed the four's movements in motion, you glanced around and sighed as you spotted numerous individuals conversing with one another, you wondered where is cookie because she was the only one you could make a trustworthy conversation with at the moment. "Hey!" You heard an angry voice, and glanced up to find a snowball above you as he gazed down on you, and for what? "Why are you sitting? Sitting is for homosexual morons!!" He yelled loudly, wildly swinging his arms. Then you stared at him, perplexed. "Why does it matter?" You told him with a deadpan. "Be... Because, it's unhealthy and I don't like seeing people sitting around being unhealthy, these people need to be strong like me, we objects need to stand up!" He shouted, and then you stood up awkwardly which led him to finally leave you alone.

"Well, that was pretty weird." You spoke in your brain, imaginarily facepalming. your interactions with the objects here have been incredibly weird so far, and you hope that won't continue for a long time. "Sigh, I guess we'll never get Pin or Pillow back." With a melancholy expression, a bell said. "Check this out!" The four stated, and then it began to do recovery with its hands, as a balloon, pin, and pillow emerged from it. "Why do I hear drum sounds playi-

"I'm so glad you guys remembered to bring me back!" A balloon said, smiling in relief.

"Wait, if it knows how to recover a stranger, can it get my loved ones back?" You muttered that within your thoughts, which led you to uncontrollably grin. Then you started walking towards the four-shaped thing, getting involved more in this scenery rather than playing the role of the audience. "Hey, can you bring my dead family back?" You questioned it and told it, you were scared that it was gonna screech you so you flinched a bit just in case. "Nope, I don't even know who these miserable dorks are." The Four, unfortunately, responded, deadpanning. "Damn." You muttered in a sighing manner as you walked away from its path, but then you noticed Cookie staring at you which surprised you.

"OH MY COOKIE CRUMBLE, [O/N]!!! Surprisingly, I assumed we wouldn't see each other again after that black hole incident!" The cookie was processing a surprising reaction to your presence as she spoke out, racing towards you, and then she embraced you before you could respond. You were really uncomfortable due to the number of people staring at you both, and you only hope people don't start shipping you and cookie together. "Yeah, that was terrifying to the point that my heart literally skipped every beat." You responded with a deeper and enraged voice, your gaze violently shifting towards the black hole.

"Well, at least that moment has passed." With a smile, she showed her relief and giggled. Then you both pulled away from one other, nervously chuckling as you looked about, seeing the number of people gazing at you. "Can you... leave now?" The Taco requested the number, sick of its presence. "Nope," The Four responded with pure honesty. "Can you at least sto-" The taco inquired, but was cut off by the four.

"Let's play a game!" You were confused by the fact that it practically said it out of nowhere, which forced you to turn around to the number and switch your facial expression into a neutral one as you raised a brow. Cookie was matching your bewildered facial expression. "I love games!" You heard a voice say, you laid your pupils into a typical grinning unfamiliar object carrying a sign that demonstrates her sincere passion for gaming, her smile faded to a worrisome expression when she discovered that no one else was as excited as she was.

"What's wrong?" She questioned the audience. "Don't you wanna battle to win a prize?" The blue number spoke out with enthusiasm. But in the first place, you weren't really here to battle for a prize and this doesn't really sound solid, but it's not like you have anything else to do here... "I am listening." You murmured. Cookie looked at you and said, "This so-called prize doesn't seem appealing to me, but if that prize is money that would allow me to leave this island and embrace my deceased family, I'm definitely going to grab it." And then you nodded in agreement, despite having a second thought about this game thing, which is why it already wants to play games with us, and it's a battle game. it's strange to hear after only a few minutes of interaction with that untrustworthy number, maybe it only came here for that particular reason.

Everyone was silent around you until someone finally spoke out. "But what is the prize?" The Eraser inquired, Which you assumed was the red block's best buddy?

"This, particular island." The number stammered out, with a suspenseful gaze.

"What?" You mumbled. "So, according to my thoughts, this strange-looking-ass number just crashed down here and dares to force us to battle for this beautiful island when, assumingly, it isn't theirs?" The Golfball exclaimed in surprise before bringing out her notepad. "Got it!" She scribbled her thoughts down with a pencil, and then you noticed a donut writing in her diary randomly.

"I believe we're never going to get out of here, this island is too pretty to not battle for." You nodded as the cookie spoke out in disbelief. "Hey, this is gonna be my island!" The snowball from before interrupted with confidence, which caused you to scoff at him.

Yeah, you come to realize that everybody here loves this island as you do and can fight for it, but this may not go well with the many potential future arguments. You originally thought that you aren't going to win this because there was no way you'll win against a massive load of objects, and a handful of them are attractive which makes it harder, but you'll compete for it just in case you get the victory.

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