Bfdi Pencil X Pen Novels & Stories

It just quieted, until it became something softer, harder to recognize. A week into my solitude, a small package arrived at my doorstep. No sender’s name, just my address written neatly across the front. Inside was a fountain pen. The same kind I lost years ago, the same brand Joaquin once said was his favorite. There was no note. No explanation. But I didn’t need one. I knew it was from him. And that tiny gesture undid me more than any apology could have. That night, I sat at my desk, staring at the blank page on my screen. My fingers hovered over the keys. The cursor blinked, waiting.

Shortly afterward, he returned with a stack of paper and a pen. The pen was a special design—its body made of soft silicone, not much longer than a crayon, with a thick, rounded tip that couldn’t possibly cause harm. Lyla had expected this. She never intended to use the pen as a weapon; her real focus was on the paper.

But she took a fancy to the pencil in Aliana's hand and her workbook. She walked into Aliana's bedroom and approached her. And she stared fixedly at her pencil. "Aliana, what's this?" "This is a mechanical pencil. It's dangerous. You can't touch it." The tip of the pencil was sharper than that of an ordinary pencil. Aliana pushed Leia away to draw a distance from her and the pencil. The pencil was away from her. Leia pouted with displeasure, and she was attracted by Aliana's workbook. "Aliana, what's this?"

"Steph, it’s perfect. I love it. Thank you." Bento was next. "Alright, my turn." He handed me a sleek black box. "Open it." Inside was a pen with my name engraved, "It's not a pen. It's a weapon. It has a laser to cut through anything. It has a knife and it can shoot." Wow. "I love it." I said, holding the pen up. "Thank you, Bento." Riccardo stepped forward then, his expression unreadable as he handed me a smaller box.