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Loser. He was a popular guy. Scratch that, he was the MOST popular of them all. And upon his time within BFB, there was one face he grew somewhat attached to. She was sweet and strong, albeit she hated to be called "Needy". And he would admit it: he loved seeing her around.
Okay, maybe it was more than just seeing her around. On the rare occasion he got to himself, he could only imagine her sweet face, her fast speeds, her willpower, but also her devotion. She was a fan. But oh did he wish she was so much more.
Right now, he was laying upon the grassy fields in the middle of the night, restless. Once again had his mind wandered to her. She was peacefully asleep with the rest of her team, as far as he was aware. Dread was looming upon them - one of them would be leaving the game. And no matter how popular, or famous, Loser was, he still was afraid. All those years ago, being bullied... he was afraid of hate. He was afraid of messing up. But everyone loved him, so there was nothing to be afraid of, right?
The crunch of footsteps called out from behind him, heavy and nervous. Turning around, there she was. Needle was there, a distraught look on her face. She fidgeted with her hands, looking away from him.
"Needle?" He asked, "What's wrong?"
Needle sat down beside him, "I... had a bad dream."
"Want to talk about it?" Loser asked.
"No," Needle shook her head, "Just your presence for a bit."
The two sat in a tense, awkward silence. Needle didn't want to talk about her nightmare, and Loser - no matter what he wanted to tell her - couldn't seem to get his mouth to move now that Needle didn't want to talk. And it hurt, he knew elimination was coming any day now, and he should get it out before it was too late.
"Loser?" Needle asked.
Loser looked at her, the moonlight slightly shining on her, making her look very majestic, "Yeah?"
"Do you mind if I share something with you?"
"What is it?"
"You know Pen from Death P.A.C.T.? I... think I have a crush on him... You can keep it a secret, right?"
That hit Loser like a truck, although he didn't show it. "Yeah."
The two sat in an even more tense silence, Loser battling hiding heartbreak as Needle slowly fell half-asleep.