The Labyrinth of Hushed Whispers (IDFB/Yoyle City fanfic)

Echoes of Hysteria

A young scientist and her assistant were looking at the objects in their science museum, after a very rude, round, orange critique with black stripes said it wasn't fit to be viewed by the public. The young scientist; a puny, glossy, white ball was evaluating the descriptions of their artefacts, while her assistant; a fuzzy, slightly bigger white ball inspected them.

"Clover-leaf ball, how's the wall teleporter going?

"It's... fine. However, I can't manage to make it teleport through thicker walls!!" The larger ball announced, his face scrunched and sweaty. He put a foot to his temple, as he felt a sharp headache coming in. Maybe he was too stressed or he was working too much? He brushed it off. He needed to get this wall teleporter working or they'll never be free!

The smaller, not-so-fuzzy white ball put down the piece of paper. "Relax, CB! We've got all the time in the world." She walked over to the fuzzy ball and gave him a small cuddle. "Now, where was I? Oh right!! I was analysing the statistics on whether the wall teleporter would be harmful to the holder or the party!!" She scuttled back to where she dropped the chart, and hastily traced back to where she was reading. "Ah-ha!!" She fumbled over to a table, and tried grabbing a pair of spectacles with her spare foot while still reading the graph. She grasped the glasses and put it over her eyes, deeply analysing the paper while the larger scientist sighed and stared.

"I... just don't know, Golfball! What if she was right... we don't even understand our artefacts much ourselves..." Clover-leaf ball put the wall teleporter down, plopping onto the auburn tiles of the science museum.

Golfball spun around, scoffing at Clover-leaf ball's sudden remark. "You're seriously doubting our inventions and discoveries because of what an idiotic basketball had to say?? I'd like to see her make a wall teleporter on her own! She can't!! Exactly! So to that i say; the chances of you ACTUALLY having a valid reason to shut down our museum is 8.013 percent!! Haha! Nice try, basketball!! You could never d..."

Clover-leaf ball appreciated Golfball's support, a faint smile growing on his face as he listened to her ramble off until a high pitched ringing filled his ears and he tumbled over due to the overstimulating sensation. His vision was giving out, and the last thing he could see was Golfball rushing over to his aid. She was yelling out something, but he couldn't hear it over the ringing. It wouldn't matter though, as his vision became clouded with black until he eventually passed out.

Where am I... Huh? The science museum?? Why am I here... Oh right!! Me and GB were inspecting the wall teleporter!! Now, where is that thing... Huh? Behind the pot? Why's it there? I should-

"You're such a bozo!! Bozo-brain-bossy-bot!! I'm coming to get you, bozo!!"

"W-what?? Who're you... G-golfball!! Are you alright... Where are you!!?? GOLFBAAAALLLLLLLLL!!!!!"

"Who's there!? I'm coming to find you! Better hide, bozo!!"

"GRAAAAGHHHH!!!"

Clover-leaf ball's eyes fluttered open, and the moment they did, he began hollering until his throat was sore. It felt like a cloth full of needles was wrapped around his head. In other words, he had a flaming migraine. Golfball was next to him, holding a clipboard and scribbling something down, until he started screaming. She abandoned her notes and rushed next to Clover-leaf ball.

"Are... wwe still in th-the science muuse...eum?" Clover-leaf ball tried speaking to the best of his ability, but all he could do was stutter and slur.

"CB!! I'm so glad you're okay!!" The minuscule Golfball pounced onto Clover-leaf ball with the intention of comforting him, but still making him wince on impact. Golfball was smiling like a child, she was just exhilarated that her assistant and best (or only) friend was finally awake.