Another BFB Chat Fic. What a shame.

Under Pressure

Pen: My dudes

Pen: I need help.

Pen: Like a lot.

Bell: Couldn't you just write that all down in one text?

Pen: I

Pen: Guess

Pen: I 

Pen: Could

Pen: Do

Pen: That

Coiny: Pen, stop.

Match: Like, what is your deal? That, like, totally ruined my beauty sleep.

Pen: My issues are far more important than your nap time.

Match: Bitch.

Pen: Anyway, I've been trying to write a story but I've gotten some serious writer's block.

Pen: Any tips?

Blocky: Give up.

Taco: Blocky!

Blocky: What? Just trying to be helpful.

Taco: You call that helpful?!

Blocky: Then you give him some bright ideas.

Taco: What is the story about, Pen?

Pen: I haven't thought of it yet.

Coiny: Wow

Coiny: Pen, this is why you suck at art.

Pen: BRUH

Pen: No need to go that far. What the hell?

Coiny: You wake us during the night for a story that's not even started. What did you expect?

Pen: I expected you guys to be nice and give me ideas.

Match: You've come to, like, the wrong place for that.

Black Hole: Maybe write some random stuff and see if it works.

Black Hole: Surely some of our experiences can serve as a beacon of creativity.

Pen: Thanks BH. You're like the one dude that ever respects me.

Black Hole: It's because I do not require sleep at all.

Black Hole: Any normal being would normally be irate at your bad timing.

Pen: OOF

Bell: Can you go to sleep now?

Pen: Aight

Pen: Gonna be back with a maserpiece when I'm done

Bell: Please learn to spell things right before you go around claiming that.