Overtaken - a BFB/II2 fanfic (very slow updates)

Hypocrisy

The late afternoon sun shone brightly upon the ten forms traversing eastward across the landscape, nearly low enough to start shining directly in their eyes if they looked higher than the horizon line. Far, far to the east, the Moon loomed in the distance — a perfect landmark for anyone wishing to locate BFB's contesting grounds. After escaping the weird grayscale landscape they had all fallen into two days previously, they'd been walking for most of the daylight hours since; all ten of them were beginning to feel seriously fatigued.

Well, except for one, who had been unconscious since the fall... right up until now.

Cheesy jumped a little as Coiny began to stir in his arms. "uuuuuuUh??" the copper currency mumbled, his eyes twitching open. "Wh... where am I?"

"Hey, fellas! The coin man's awake!" Cheesy called out to his teammates, attracting their attention. He gently set Coiny on the ground.

Golf Ball glanced at the position of the sun. "I suppose we could stop for today," she said. "It's beginning to grow late, so we should let both ourselves and Coiny recover." Several others breathed out sighs of relief at this.

"How do you feel, Coiny?" asked Tennis Ball as he walked up to the coin, who by now had sat up and was rubbing his eyes.

"Uhhhh... confused. How long have I been out for- ow!" He winced and gently felt his back, which still bore a scorch mark. "What... what hit me? I have many questions."

Pie wandered over to join them. "What's the last thing you remember?"

Coiny scratched his head, reaching into his memory. "We had just gotten into GB's factory, she started yelling at people, and then..." He drew a blank.

"Teardrop came into the factory and shot you in the back twice," Cheesy filled in, shrugging. "Apparently she has lasers??"

Coiny blanched at this before remembering BFDIA. Cheesy continued, "Then Golf Ball told us to go into this mystical garbage chute or whatever-"

"It's not mystical, it's a scientific anomaly!" barked GB from a distance.

"-which made us all fall into some place that looked like a scene from a black and white movie, and now we're walking all the way back to the BFB competing grounds which is who-knows-how-far-away."

Tennis Ball, who had been fully prepared to give a more detailed summary, closed his mouth. "Yeah, that about sums it up."

Carefully standing up, Coiny looked around. "So, right now, we're lost?"

"Not really," TB protested. "I mean... technically, yes, because we don't know where we are. But we know where we're going, just not how long until we get there."

"Wait a sec." Coiny snapped his fingers. "What about the FreeSmart SuperVan? If our whole team is here, then Pencil's here; shouldn't she still have that vehicle in her weird box or whatever?"

"The FreeSmart whatso?" questioned Cheesy.

Tennis Ball shook his head sadly. "Sorry, Coiny. We already thought of that yesterday, but Pencil had apparently given the box with the van to Ruby."

"Then let's just ask Ruby! She's also on our team, right?"

"She is, but she didn't come into the factory with us, so she's still back in the contesting grounds with the others."

"Oh."

"And that's why you never trust Pencil or any of her allies," Golf Ball muttered.

The aforementioned writing utensil, who had been listening in, snorted at this. "Says the one who dumped us all into what was essentially a glorified trash can and is the reason we're even having this conversation."