B.F.D. High

City of Slalom

Teardrop casually pushed Woody's office chair along the sidewalk as she made sure his ropes and gag were securely fastened one more time. She rubbed the darkened bruise she had inflicted on his temple before looking back in front of her and whistling an inaudible tune.

"Hey, Teardrop!" Cake called from behind her. Teardrop turned around and saw Cake and Loser briskly catching up with her. "Are you going to Pin's party?"

Teardrop nodded.

"Great! We are, too!"

Loser spoke up. "What about Woody? Is he coming?"

Teardrop nodded at the chair with an unconscious Woody tied down to it.

"All right!"

As Loser, Cake, and Teardrop walked down the sidewalk—the latter casually wheeling Woody's office chair along the sidewalk—they chatted with each other about their anticipation for the party. Finally, the door to Pin's cousin's house was in sight.

"Are you guys excited?" Cake asked.

"If I wasn't excited, would I be coming to this party?" Loser answered.

"I dunno. Look at Woody."

"...Good point."

Right as they were turning onto the walkway to the door, Woody's eyes fluttered open and he let out a small groan.

"...Wuh? Wuh, wuh..."

Teardrop walked in front of him and waved at him, smiling happily. "Hi, Woody!"

Since Woody was tied down, he couldn't sign anything back. He didn't need to, though, when he saw the unpleasantly familiar door in front of him. He made his thoughts known when his eyes widened and he struggled against his ropes, squirming and screaming. Teardrop rolled her eyes and arched a brow, unimpressed.

"Calm down, you big baby. It's just a party."

Cake walked up to the door and knocked on it a few times. Pin opened the door and beckoned them all in. "Cake! Glad to see you could make it!" They shared a high five as Cake walked in. Loser followed her and shook Pin's hand. "Hey, Loser! Nice to see you!" Teardrop came next, pushing Woody in front of her. "TD! The party animal! What's up? And Woody! You're looking classy!"

Woody let out a muffled scream in response.

"That's the Woody we all know and...er...uh, just come in!" Pin let them through and closed the door. "We've got some blue party cups over there, and—oh, I think a few people are actually playing a game in the living room!"

Teardrop's face lit up and she bent down to look at Woody. "You hear that, Woody? A game! Isn't this fun?" she signed as she pushed him to the living room. When she got there, there was a crowd of people crowded around a smaller circle of six—namely, Match, Pencil, Firey, Leafy, Coiny, and Needle. The six players had varying numbers of fingers up: Match had nine, Pencil had eight, Firey had six, Leafy had eight, Coiny had all ten, and Needle had six.

"Oh, oh! My turn!" Needle piped. "Okay, okay. Never have I ever...umm...broken up with someone."

There was silence in the room for a long period of time. Finally, Coiny resignedly put a finger down. Everyone, even Needle, spun to face him and stared in shock.

"Coiny, you've broken up with someone?" Needle asked.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Well, since you're the only one who has, you gotta tell us about them."

"Meh. Not really much use, is it?"

"What do you mean?"

Coiny looked back and forth before creepily grinning. "Would you believe me if I told you she was DEAD?"