Pen: Remember that Mafia game we never finished?
Marker: Oh! I remember that!
Pen: You weren't there for that, Marker.
Marker: I just said that so you would continue what you were saying.
Blocky: Man, I kinda underestimated how quickly some of us forget stuff.
Blocky: It took a day before people lost interest in the game.
Pen: Yeah, maybe we can play one game?
Taco: I'm not sure if I'm in the mood for it.
Coiny: I was a jester so I was super hyped to do a little trolling.
Pen: I was a mafia so I was mega excited to continue the game too. It sucks that we left it.
Taco: Good for you, Book executed me out of pettiness.
Marker: Oof
Pen: I really do wish things could go back to normal.
Blocky: Unfortunately, there's nothing we can really do. Our original world is fucked.
Marker: ...
Pen: If Four couldn't do anything, what help could we have even been anyway?
Taco: If there was a way to save it, you'd bet I would do it no matter the cost.
Pen: I'm sure we all do.
Blocky: God damn it, I noticed SB was acting strangle recently. I should've done something.
Taco: You probably would've died.
Blocky: ... yeah
Coiny: You saw what happened when you made contact with whatever that thing was.
Blocky: It's the thought that counts, ok?
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Another BFB Chat Fic. What a shame.
HumorYeet. Inspired by @smollerJeweled 's BFB Chat au Friends. Theirs is much more superior to the trash I made. Praise the BFB Crack God.