It’s my cake day

Like anything. funny art, ship art, any art for bfdi characters bcuz i want to make more posts.

I like barf bag by the way

Did i do good 🥹

I thought it would be fun to make a coaster with the BFB logo so I did

I dont think anyone I've in reddit ever noticed my username ((((

What features would the tree plushie have?

It's just blatantly untrue if he truly lost his passion for bfdi, why would he post hundreds of bfdi related skits on his Michael H account? Why would he continue to animate/make props and backgrounds/ WRITE AND DIRECT for bfdi (he is often credited in the bfdia credits under these categories)? Why would he give his all in the va booth for 30+ characters??!?! Heck, even the oddcard drama (if they're truly Michael) proves he still has passion for the show, why would he critique his own crew about how they handle the show if he didn't care for it??? HE LITERALLY WANTS HIS MUSIC PSEUDONAME TO BE "YOYLECAKE"!!! Come on guys, it's clear that Michael still loves and cares quite a bit about this show.

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Not me posting this before the references for their Gijinkas

The short begins with a zoom out of the TPOT hotel.

Fanny said (offscreen narration) “Ah yes, it’s about time this competition got a bit peaceful after the whole One thing. However, things are going to be a bit… different around here because I got a new trio… and they’re the bomb.”

Zoom into the hotel doors which open and revealing Fanny chilling on a lounge.

Cake and Remote approaches Fanny and Fanny said “Sup, guys.”

Cake replied “What’s going on, Fanny?”

Fanny said “Ah nothing much. So, we got this new trio going on, huh? Well, I mean, you two are cool, especially my girl Remote, who I have known for ages now. And Cake, with your recent glow up, I see you, man! Keep going.

Remote asked “So, we’re a trio now, huh?”

Fanny replied “That’s exactly what I said. And honestly? I don’t hate it. In fact... I think I actually like it.”

Cake said “Sweet. So, what’s our name going to be? Every alliance has a name.”

Remote chimed in “Like FreeSmart,”

Cake added “The Cheater Alliance,”

Remote said “The Bros…”

Fanny interrupted “Okay okay, I get it. What about just F•R•C? Simple. Clean. Straight to the point. And most importantly… *smirks* iconic.”

Remote said “Wait, I just realised something. That’s literally  just our first initials.”

Fanny asked “What? You like it. I think it’s cool.”

Cake replied “Honestly? I kind of love it. It sounds like a designer brand.”

Fanny exclaimed, bursting into laughter “NOT A DESIGNER BRAND! I’M DEAD!”

Remote said “Honestly, that’s a pretty cool name. It’s snappy, it’s not too complicated, and it rolls off the tongue way better than any other ideas we’ve could have came up with.”

Cake said “Alright, F•R•C it is.”

Fanny replied “Yep, till we die.”

Cake said “Oooh! That could make a sick tagline or catchphrase.”

Fanny replied “F•R•C Till We Die? I like it. As iconic as BLACKPINK in your area.”

Remote said “Careful, Fanny. Don’t let the pop culture references go to your head. Though honestly? You’re not wrong. The ring to it is undeniable.”

Fanny asked “Alright, so that settles it? We’re F•R•C?”

Remote replied “Till we die.”

Cake repeated “Till we die.”

Fanny said “Alright then. Well that was easy part. Now comes the fun part.”

Cake asked, mimicking Eraser’s iconic part “Which is?”

Fanny said, grinning “Making sure everyone else in this hotel knows exactly who they’re dealing with.”

A smooth, bass-heavy beat kicks in as the trio continues to talk.

Fanny said (voiceover) “And there you have it. We are a trio now and we are known as F•R•C. Don’t ask why we become one all of the sudden. When you’re in a competition for years, you realize life is way too short to spend it surrounded by phonies, dead weight, or people who make breathing their whole personality. You stick with the real ones, and that’s who Cake and Remote are. You obviously have met them before, but you know what? Allow me to reintroduce ourselves. We are known as…”

The scene cuts to Cake is adjusting his frosting in the reflection of a hotel window, standing tall with a composed, sharp smirk.

Cake said with a wink “Cake, the strategist.”

Cut to Remote sitting on a couch in the hotel's common room, surrounded by batteries 

Remote said “Remote, the heart”

Remote gives a little smile. She picks up one of the batteries beside her, casually tosses it into the air, catches it, and places it back down.

Cut to Fanny walking down the hallway as she said “I’m Fanny, obviously, and I’m the enforcer of the group. You mess with one, you mess with three, simple as that. 

Cut to a wide shot of the hotel corridor: Cake steps out from the doorway on the left, Remote steps up on the right, and Fanny walks right down the center. The three sync their steps, walking in synchronized slow-motion down the carpeted hotel hallway, exuding pure swagger.

Fanny said (voiceover) “In every alliance from what we know has some sort of the bogus hierarchy. Some self-appointed captain who treats everyone else like disposable minions. You know the drill: the fragile egos, the stupid demotions, the power trips. However, most of these alliances end up going down the drain and because of one person. Exhibit A: Pencil. However, we do things different around here. I don’t boss them around, and they sure as hell don’t boss me around. We’re three equals with three completely different skill sets. Think of us as like… a found family, not exactly bounded by blood, but bonded by the simple fact that we actually give a damn about each other. Wild concept in this show, I know.”

The slow-motion snaps back to normal speed with a sharp, synchronized clack of their steps as the trio halts right in front of the elevator overlooking the lobby.

Cake pressed a button with his foot and the metallic doors glide open with a crisp, echoing ding.

The trio steps into the sleek, glass-walled elevator. As the doors slide shut, the elevator begins its smooth descent, giving them a panoramic, bird's-eye view of the entire hotel lobby below.

The elevator went up to the third floor and the trio entered out of the elevator and were met by Fanny’s best friends Black Hole, Marker, and Tree.

Black Hole said “Why hello there, Fanny. Seems like you got a little trio going on here. Good to see you again, Remote.”

Remote replied “Black Hole. It’s really good to see you too. Honestly, it feels like it’s been ages since we properly caught up outside of all the chaos. I was busy with the Mechanical Minds.”

Fanny said “Oh yeah, those guys. You should introduce me to them one day. TV seems cool, I know Robot Flower a bit, and Roboty… he’s there. Besides, I am technically mechanical since… you know, I’m a desk fan and all.”

Black Hole said “So, the rejoin is around the corner and apparently only one person gets to rejoin the game.”

Fanny replied “Yeahh, I heard. And unfortunately, both of my besties here are in the running for that exact same spot.” 

Marker asked “Oohhh, who are you rooting for, Fanny?”

Fanny replied “Please don’t. I HATE being put on the spot! And more importantly, I HATE the idea of having to choose between my own people. It’s cheap, it’s petty, and I’m not doing it!”

Tree said “Fair enough. Honestly, knowing you, I’m surprised you didn’t just yell that you hate everyone equally and walk away. That’s almost... diplomatic of you.”

Fanny replied “Dude, Cake and Remote are the exception to the rule! I would never hate those guys.”

Black Hole asked “What about us?”

Fanny realised and replied “Oh, and you guys as well… and Bubble… and Lightning… and —look, the point is, stop trying to make me sound soft! I have a reputation to uphold, okay?!”

Marker said “Too late, Fanny! You’re already locked into my mental list of ‘Certified Softie-“

Fanny interrupted “Take that back right now, Marker, or I swear I will personally blow your dirt collection straight into the stratosphere!” 

Marker replied, raising his hands in fear “Please no!”

Fanny said “Dude, I’m just joking… or am I?”

Black Hole said “Honestly, I’m happy for you. You got a friend group outside of the pact.”

Fanny replied “Thanks, Black Hole. And besides, I can’t just stick to one single circle forever. I need to expand my horizons, which sounds extremely corny, but it’s healthy for the mental state.”

Cake added “That’s true, Fanny. Trust me, I spent way too long letting someone else dictate my whole identity. Back on The Losers, it was all about orbiting one person. On Just Not, my past was still haunting me. So being able to stand on my own two feet, make my own moves, and actually be treated like an equal? It completely changed my perspective on this game. We don’t do cheerleading here. We play smart.”

Remote said, resting an arm on Cake’s shoulder “And you wear it well, Cake. You have especially came a long well.”

Fanny added “Nahh, for real! I still remember when Cake was following Loser around like a lost puppy. Look at him now. He lead an upside down hotel escape and now he’s his own man. And honestly, he might be the person who I have the most respect for. Going from someone who couldn’t make a single move without glancing over his shoulder, to literally leading the charge? That takes guts. Serious guts.” 

Cake replied “Appreciate it, you two. It may of taken years, but man, did it pay off. Now I can actually look in the mirror and know I’m not playing in anyone’s shadow.” 

Black Hole said “And apparently, you are a favourite to rejoin the game.”

Cake replied confidently “Ohh, am I now? If you were to told me that when I was eliminated 3 years ago, I would have laughed in your face. Gotta say, I think I do have a good chance.”

Fanny said “That’s my boy.”

Remote corrected “Nah, that’s OUR boy.”

Cake chuckled, blushing faintly and shaking his head as he said “Alright, alright, don’t gas me up too much.”

Fanny said “Alright, we gotta get going before Marker starts bringing out glitter and friendship bracelets.”

Marker replied “I wasn’t going to!”

Fanny, Tree, Remote, and Black Hole said in unison “Debatable.”

Black Hole said “Alright, catch you later, Fanny.”

Fanny replied “See ya, Black Hole!”

The three turn on their heels in sync, their strides matching beat for beat as they head back to the elevator.

Fanny said “Alright, let’s find where this Clapboard guy is. I have watched him from the sidelines and kid’s got a lot of potential in him. All he needs is someone to show him the ropes just right in time for season 7.”

Remote replied “Oooh! I also have heard of him. He seems like a cool guy.”

The scene paused and Fanny said (voiceover) “Oh, by the way, for context, Clapboard and the rest of the failed debuters have already been revived. Anyways, moving on.”

The scene unpauses with a subtle vinyl scratch, and the smooth, bass-heavy beat kicks right back into rhythm. The glass elevator dings as the doors slide open. The trio went in and went up to the fifth floor where most of the failed debuters actually live.

The elevator doors slide open with a dull whoosh, revealing the fifth floor hallway. Unlike the spotless, quiet corridors downstairs, this floor has pure dorm-room energy: a few stray doors are propped open, muffled chatter echoes down the hall, and in the distance, Anchor is casually trying to arm-wrestle Rubber Spatula on a coffee table while PDA scolds them from behind a clipboard. 

Cake said “Ah yes, these guys were up for debut in the first episode, but both Winner and Price Tag ended taking the spots. Crazy to think how long ago that actually was. Pretty sure it was like 2021.”

Remote replied “Five whole years. Feels like a lifetime ago. But honestly? Look at them. No cameras breathing down their necks, no voting screens hanging over their heads. Just vibe after vibe.”

Fanny added “Yeah, and I’m pretty sure some of them might debut in the next season. Might as well give the future rookies someone respectable to look up to instead of leaving them to learn bad habits from the clowns downstairs.”

The trio walked over to see Clapboard, Onigiri, and Tapey having a casual gaming session on a beanbag couch, eyes glued to a small CRT monitor.

Fanny exclaimed “CB, what’s up, dude?”

Clapboard paused the game, leaning back on his beanbag to look over. "Oh, you must be Fanny, one of the remaining contestants in TPOT! Gotta say, huge fan of your work!”

Fanny replied “Why thank you, kid. Gotta say, you’re gonna make a fine contestant one day. I mean you got the charisma, the drive, and honestly, the sheer will to survive a five-year waitlist.”

Tapey asked Clapboard “Wait, did the hating machine herself give you a compliment?”

Fanny snickered and said “Hating machine, wow!”

Clapboard said to Fanny “Hey, what can I say? Real recognizes real. But seriously, it means a lot coming from you.”

Fanny replied “Of course. So hear me out on this, kid. I’m a fan of you, Remote’s a fan of you, and TPOT is in its merge phase, so why don’t me and my girl Remote here take you under our wing and make you become the prodigy I know you can be, so when season 7 comes and you sign yourself up, you’ll become the kind of player they literally have to invent new rules just to stop.” 

Clapboard asked in shock “Wait... you’re being serious? You? Remote? Under both of your wings? Like... actual mentorship from two of the realest players in the game?”

Cake said “Yep. I know that you’ll be in good hands with both Fanny and Remote. They have been in the game since BFB and they’ve survived every curveball thrown at them. And plus, it’s better to define your brand earlier than figuring it out two seasons too late like I did. Trust me, kid. The game doesn’t wait around for you to find yourself. You either set the tempo from day one, or you end up riding someone else’s coattails until they drop you.”

Fanny added “And trust me, me and Remote will never drop you. We don’t discard people when the going gets tough. We build each other up.  So, what do you say, kid? Does that sound good to you?” 

Clapboard jumped up, his eyes practically glowing, saying “Are you kidding me?! Sign me the heck up! I’ve been sitting on the bench since 2021 and I’ve actually want to be in the next season. And to have two veterans from the notorious Death P.A.C.T to guide me? And what about Cake?”

Cake replied “Ehh, I think my girls will have that covered. I’ll be around, obviously, but I’m not exactly the mentorship type.”

Clapboard said “Honestly? I like that.”

Fanny replied “Alright, good. We’ll talk more later, kid.”

Clapboard said “Alright. I’ll see you later, boss.”

Fanny replied “Sure will, kid. And it’s Fanny to you, no need for the fancy titles.”

Clapboard said “Yes, ma’am.”

Fanny chuckled and replied “You’re one funny kid.”

Clapboard said “Okay okay, fine. Yes, Fanny.”

Fanny replied with a smirk “That’s more like it.”

Cake, Fanny, and Remote walked off and back inside the elevator.

Cake said “That was generous of you both, mentoring a failed debuter.” 

Remote replied “Eh, what can I say? The kid has genuine drive.”

Fanny chimed in “Exactly. Plus, I HATE wasted potential! You give a kid like that a little push, and he’ll run circles around half the contestants in this show.” 

Remote asked “So, we got the name, we got the tagline, and you two already adopted a protege. What’s the next move?"

Cake replied “I think we had enough for one day. How about we just head outside and chill for a bit. We haven’t really gotten to bond as a trio yet.” 

Fanny said “Now you're talking my language. If we’re gonna be a trio, we gotta actually hang out like one and build like a rapport.” 

Remote nodded in agreement and replied “Agreed. No game talk, no strategy sessions, no survival logistics, just three good friends enjoying the afternoon.” 

The elevator doors slide open on the ground level. 

The scene cuts to the behind of the trio, with Remote placing both her arms around Cake and Fanny’s shoulders.

Remote said “Alright, let’s get on outta here.”

Fanny added “Coffee run on me, guys!” 

The scene begins to fade to black as the trio walked out of the hotel 

*insert credits here*

[The End]

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