The Power of Two

Episode 5: A Hole New World

Fanny despised fakers.

Saying Fanny hated or despised something was like any other rule of the universe for anybody that knew her. Grass grows, the sun shines, and Fanny hates everything. Everyone knew, and everyone accepted it. However, there was a small group of things that Fanny didn't just hate; she absolutely loathed.

And Golf Ball was very quickly becoming a member of that elite group.

Because she was a fake.

And she wasn't even good at hiding it. Match and Pencil had been good at hiding it. They pretended to care about Bubble but never failed to turn around and debase her at any opportunity they got. She hated watching it, and she saw it so often.

And it was happening again. With Cloudy. With Golf Ball. And watching it made her blood boil. Contrary to popular belief, Fanny DIDN'T hate everything. She hated hypocrisy, and she hated injustice.

And it just so happened that there was a lot of that in Goiky.

"Fanny," a voice said from behind her, breaking her from her thoughts. She whipped around to see Eraser and Pie standing together. Pie was holding a handful of blue and pink horseshoes and two wooden stakes in the other hand.

"Can you move?" Eraser asked rudely, "like...anywhere else than the spot you're currently in?"

Fanny looked around at the open field she was sitting in. She was a good way away from the Bathroom Plaza and other contestants for that matter.

"Why do you need me to move?" Fanny snipped back, "There's plenty of room in this field."

Eraser sighed, "Pie wants to play horseshoe, so we need as much space as we can get."

Fanny shook her head, "I hate horseshoe." she said quietly to herself. It was still loud enough for Eraser to hear.

"I figured," he groaned, "just like you hate everything. Now can you move?"

"I don't hate everything!" Fanny said defensively. Eraser didn't look convinced; not in the slightest.

"So, are you gonna move?" Pie said halfheartedly, dropping the horseshoe supplies onto the grass.

"I shouldn't have to move," Fanny said indignantly, "there's plenty of space in the field for all three of us. I'm not moving." she cemented her point by digging her heel into the dirt.

Eraser leaned back, his eyes shut in frustration, "I told you she wouldn't move."

"She probably would've moved if we hadn't asked," Pie drawled, pushing one of the stakes into the ground next to her, "she's being stubborn because that's the way she is."

"You don't know anything about me," Fanny shot back without hesitation, making sure not to look at her other two teammates. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction of her grimacing; that they'd upset her. She hated that she was so easy to upset.

"You should be more flexible, Fanny," Eraser said, walking past her with the other wooden stake in his hand. He and Pie were just going to play around her. She made for an extra obstacle. "It's stuff like this that gets you votes," he said back over his shoulder.

"You have to be careful," Pie added, piggybacking off of what Eraser said, "it's easy to get votes, so you shouldn't give the viewers an excuse."

"I don't care about being voted for," Fanny sneered, making sure to emphasize the fact that the game didn't matter to her. She'd become jaded to the idea of competition. Spending so much time in the TLC would do that to anybody. Months on end stuck in the same metal box with the same faces was nearly enough to make her go crazy. Luckily, she was eventually freed (even if she was one of the last to get out), and she thought she was finally done with competitions.