random fanfic i decided to write

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i was bored this is a bookel fanfic so if you dont like bookel go away bc you probably wont like this ill make a pt 2 later i didnt wanna write it all at once anyway yes the fanfic ------------------------------------------------------------- Nickel glanced over at Book. She was absent-mindedly doodling in a small grey notepad, clearly lost in thought. Still, he could tell something was up, so he took a deep breath and walked towards her. "Hey, Book? Are you alright?" She shook her head before turning towards Nickel. "What? Oh, yes. I was just zoned out, that's all.." Nickel didn't seem convinced. Book had just lost her last alliance member, she was alone in the competition. Even with the Weak Trembling Fortress inhabitants hosting the show, it wouldn't be the same for her to compete by herself. "Well, I was wondering if you would like to team up for this challenge? It must have been rough for you to lose Pencil, especially as she was so important to your alliance," He took on a sympathetic tone. Book nodded gratefully at him. "Alright. So the teams are FriesMart, Team No-Name, W.O.A.H. Bunch, and...?" Gelatin shouted from the Weak Trembling Fortress. Nickel raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. Maybe something like-" "And Nickel's team is Team IDK!" Firey cut him off. "Hey! He didn't mean for that to be the name, he was just saying he didn't know what we should call it!" retaliated Book. "We should be focusing on the CHALLENGE!" shouted Golf Ball. "It's clear we've all had some.. alterations to our appearances recently. So, I built a machine to help us with that! It scans you, and if you look like how the machine thinks you do, it approves you! If not, then you obviously need to change something. Any questions?" "Uh, yeah. What if I already look normal?" Book asked. Roughly 30 seconds later she regretted the decision to bring it up. "Question. What if I get bo-" started Fries. "READY SET GO!" Golf Ball interrupted. The teams took off running. "Alright, Nickel. What's our plan? I'm probably the most splattered, mangled person here!" Book complained. Nickel glanced back to where Fries had just been crushed to death by a huge block. He thought of saying something, but chose not to. "What about that SuperStore thing? I still need to get my chunk back from TB, so while I do that you could see if there's anything worth your time in there," Book nodded. They turned off in different directions, Book headed for the SuperStore and Nickel approaching Tennis Ball. "Heyyy, Tennis Ball... How's the challenge going for you?" Nickel asked sheepishly. "Terrible," Tennis Ball was scrubbing at his side with a towel where he had been splattered with cake earlier on. "That sucks. Anyyyway, there's something I'd like to ask..." Nickel stepped round to where he had taped his chunk to TB. "What do you think you're doing, Nickel??" Tennis Ball said frustratedly. He turned to face Nickel. "Look, if you're here for the stupid chunk, I'm not going to stop you, but I'd like to see you try and get it off. You probably need arms for that!" he laughed. {Arms..} thought Nickel, before skittering off to where he last saw Book.