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Chapter Text
“Don’t go into the Evil Forest, She will kill you,” Who, Evil Leafy? She’s been dead for years! No one has been there ever since 2015. But recently three people entered the forest; Pillow, Bottle, and Pen.
“Guys please, Evil Leafy doesn’t exist,” Pillow squawked, pestering the two people next to her. “Like what is she gonna do, spawn behind me and breathe heavily?” She laughed “Whisper ‘I’m gonna kill you’ in my ears?” She continued blabbering on how Evil Leafy wouldn’t be able to scare her. The further the three walked in the colder the winds became. The only sounds that could be heard were the wind and their feet walking against the grass. Or was it.
The sound of a branch falling out of a tree was heard in the distance. A sound that made the taller girl shriek in fear. Bottle’s fear is confusing. She’s scared of a branch yet when Pie explodes in front of her, she says “And Pie is dead!” with a smile on her face. Pen put his arm around her and said “Relax, it’s probably just a tree-” “Tree?” She screamed, getting even more scared. “No no, an actual tree, not our tree,” he explained. They didn’t even notice they stopped walking until they heard “Oh my fluff, get your asses over here,” from Pillow.
The forest became more placid and less scary as less than a half of Death P.A.C.T. walked through it. The sound of water became louder and louder as they walked more and soon they saw the view of a lake or even an ocean. There were bushes with pink and yellow flowers surrounding it. The water was so blue that you almost couldn’t see yourself in it. I It looked like the fantasy of a perfect beach.
“Hey look! A water!” Bottle said as she ran towards it. But before she got near it Pillow stopped her, grabbed her hand, and stared her into her eyes. “No silly Bottle,” she said without blinking “You can’t go in, the fishes will eat you,” so that’s another thing that ruined Bottle’s day.
“Shouldn’t we be, I don't know…trying to find a boat?” Pen suggested. “Yes,” Pillow replied and then pretended to be looking for something on the ground. Bottle was too busy thinking about fish eating her to find a boat. Pen realized none of them were actually trying to help so he suggested another idea. “Or we could make one out of cardboard like my old team b-” he said. “I found your boat!” Pillow said, pointing at a small boat. “Or we could just use that,” Pen sighed while getting on said boat.
All three of them were on the boat and they were about to go to the waves but they didn’t know how to start a boat without a motor or a paddle. There was no motor so they just sat there for a few seconds. “So…who’s gonna be our paddle?” Bottle asked. “Not gonna be me.” Pen mumbled, hoping they would figure out something else.
They would be around 1,381 miles further from where they were when they first went on. A light shower has fallen above their heads while they glided on water. A droplet of water fell on Bottle’s head and down her face. It almost looked like she was sweating, laughing as more rain poured down. She touched the water with her fingertips and saw Pen being used as an oar, as expected.
“Why are we submerging Pen’s head under water?” She asked “Wouldn’t he die and we don’t have any recovery centers or Four with us!” “He won’t drown, he’s immortal,” is what Pillow answers with. Pen replied with something inaudible but it wasn’t like the two girls wanted to know what he said. Bottle went with the assumption that Pen was fine with drowning while they continued being further away from the show area and more and more lost.
They must've dozed off because where they are now was not on the boat. They are somewhere and boy they are somewhere. Pen was the last one to wake up. He was probably tired of being used as an oar. He opened his eyes and saw something somewhat familiar. The square mile of paradise with a five star hotel, a casino, and six restaurants. The other two that he came with have never seen the place before. They seemed very intrigued by the thing that was in front of them.
Pen entered through the non-existent gate; Bottle quickly followed from behind him. It looked broken down compared to what it looked like five to six years ago. “This seems interesting,” Pillow said, quickly writing a few things down on a notepad she brought with her. She sat down on the now destroyed Dream Island’s grass and wiped her hand on it repeatedly. “Wet,” she whispered. Bottle and Pen decided to look at the rest of the island while Pillow did…that.
“Woah there’s swords here?!” Bottle yelled. Pen replied: “Yeah, these can defend us from—” he made claw movements with his hands “—Evil Leafy.” “Great idea!” Bottle said. “And we have this shield to protect us as well!” She pointed at it; It wasn’t a shield. “Bottle that’s a mirror.” They both crouched to look at the reflection. It was red and shaped like a diamond but less pointy. Pillow crawled over to them.
“Wow! You still think of Evil Leafy even when we’re outside that forest,” she blurted. “That’s not even the part she spawns from,” Pen sighed in relief. “But I heard from Gelatin that she can spawn from mirrors too!” She said that to scare them. “Don’t listen to Gelatin though,” she rested her arms on Bottle’s shoulder. “The season two-ers can be a little,” she spun her finger near the side of her head. They all looked at the mirror for a while. “To be honest it does look like her,”
Evil Leafy actually appeared right in front of them; She did that to someone for the first time in five or so years. She wasn’t actually as red as the older contestants claimed her as. She was more orange with hints of red. Bottle screamed in fear and Pen backed away. Pillow seemed very intrigued with Evil Leafy. She started asking her questions: “What do you do besides kill?” “How did you start killing?” “Do you actually move?” Evil Leafy, surprisingly widened her eyes in confusion. “I’ll be taking that as a yes,” Pillow muttered as she wrote down the ‘answers’ on her notepad.
“First One” was a word that Evil Leafy said “She can even speak,” Pillow mumbled, still attempting to actually make her writing readable. She did draw Evil Leafy with a speech bubble and the exact words she thought she said; the writing in the bubble was horrible though. “Why don’t you speak more?” She asked, “Your voice is really interesting,” “Because she can’t!” Pen whisper-yelled leaning more into yelling. “He can’t hear any of this,” Evil Leafy said, her lips didn’t move at all but somehow she spoke. Pillow nodded and flipped to another page.
“I want you to join me,” Evil leafy suggested “Huh?” She decided to bribe the young girl: “We can take over BFDI and you can kill any person you want,” “But I’m on Death PACT,” Pillow responded. “Also it’s BFB not BFDI,” Evil Leafy then realized that BFDIA was over, there is no more BFDI. “BF- whatever! If you do join, you won’t have to be controlled by your death group anymore,”
The other two were watching near the entrance area of dream island. Pen tried soft-yelling at her one last time. “Pillow!” He said “Pillow come on!” Bottle was hiding behind him, opening her eyes only to see if Evil Leafy left yet. She did not. Pen sighed “Fuck it,” he whispered, picked up bottle and ran as fast as he could. “Pen, that’s a naughty word! You can’t say that!” The last thing bottle saw before she exited Dream Island was Pillow being possessed by Evil Leafy. She and Pen were both lucky they brought both of the swords on the boat too.
They are now inside a boat drifting on top water. The song “Inside the water” by Kikuo played on Bottle’s ePhone 6 that she wasn’t really responsible with. It's still working just fine today. Both of them were laying down inside the boat. The sun was set so it would’ve been a great time to fall asleep.
They gazed at the stars while listening to the song. They were actually listening to a playlist that Pillow made to see how fast someone would fall asleep with it. She of course tried it out on the alliance who was known to drift off to one singular song. The two Death PACTers unfortunately couldn’t take Pillow with them; if they did she would’ve probably just tried to kill them anyway considering what happened a few hours ago.
“Pen” Bottle began. Pen looked at her with tire in his eyes. “Do we still have the swords?” “Yeah?” “Okay then, goodnight!” She went to sleep right when the song ended. In Order to hopefully not wake her up Pen closed out the app they used so a louder song won’t play. He looked at her sleep one last time before falling asleep himself.