Alternate Battle for Dream Island

ABFDI 15c: Tacomit

"So, here's your current scores."

Golf Ball had gathered all the contestants close to the big screen that displayed everyone's number of points; there really wasn't much of a reason for her to do so, other than... she can. It's nice to show off your far-reaching, nigh-dictatorial authority over everyone, after all. It's a nice feeling. Perhaps just as nice as getting to own Dream Island. Maybe that's why anyone still agrees to do anything in this terrible Battle for Dream Island.

"Yeah. I think we know that." Tennis Ball remarked. "It hasn't changed since the last contest; why are you showing it to us *again*?" GB glared at him. "Because I know *some* of you might have forgotten, since they're so *dumb*." All eyes then quickly turned to Coiny. "What?" The coin creature was perplexed. "What's everyone looking at *me* for? Rocky's right there!" That just made everyone stare at him even *harder*.

While everyone was too busy making fun of the living currency, Leafy would lightly poke Pin, taking her attention away from the one she detested. "GB's been acting... meaner, as of late." The leaf remarked. "I mean, she *always* has been a bit rude; she's always thought of herself as being smarter than the rest. But now..." Pin shrugged. "It suits her more, really." She remarked. "Also, it's not like we couldn't see it coming; managing all of *us* was bound to make her snap. Also, I saw her and TB-"

"Stop it, you two!" Golf Ball shouted. "You're about to miss some *extremely* important things." Awkward silence promptly ensued in the room, and she relished in it for a good few seconds before continuing. "As I was saying, in the last few episodes, the *four* contestants with the lowest scores have been up for elimination. However, starting from now, that'll be reduced to *three* to account for the smaller number of contestants still in the competition." Ice Cube took one brief look at the screen again, very much relieved. "Yeah!" She'd exclaim. "Stop celebrating!" GB interrupted yet again. "After this next contest, you might just end up in the danger zone." Match glared at her. "Well, that was, like, *rude*." "I want *REVENGE*!" The cool cube shouted as well. "Well, so do I." The small ball replied. "But you don't hear me complaining about it."

She then ordered them to do a walk of shame over to where they're going to do the next contest; again, you gotta make use of your immense power as much as you can. Otherwise, what's the point? Making sure that Golf Ball kept her back turned (she obviously didn't want to look at them for a second longer), Pin cautiously made her way over to Tennis Ball, staying at the back at a good distance from everyone else. "You... wanna talk about it?" The pushpin asked; TB grumbled. "This whole 'hosting' thing has really gotten to her." He'd whisper. "She's been shouting at me whenever I ask about *anything*; that almost never happened back then. I swear, that robotic talker's doing something to her. To all of us." The pushpin shrugged. "Well, I don't know about any of that." She'd remark. "But what I do know is that GB's acting more like a leader should; and you should too."

They eventually came to a stop in a patch of grass near the PRISON; there was another massive thing looming overhead, which they presumed to have *something* to do with the contest, but... apparently not. *Apparently* this table with a blanket over it is more relevant. "Alright." Golf Ball turned to them. "Try to guess what's under this blanket."

"Could it *possibly* be bonus points?" Leafy asked. "That'd be nice." "Like, *definitely* not." Match interjected. "I mean, we just *got* bonus points, like, in the last episode. There's *no* way..." She'd glance at Golf Ball. "Though, then again, maybe I shouldn't, like, put it past her." "What's *that* supposed to mean?" GB interjected. "Ooh! Is it a mini version of Dream Island?" Pen inquired. "I've been *really* wanting to see it; I've already got so many plans! I'm planning on getting a sign up, a really big sign-" "How about a previously eliminated contestant?" Pin spoke up while the writing utensil continued his monologue. "I mean, *seriously*. Rocky? He definitely doesn't have a chance. Also, managing the PRISON has probably been a *nightmare* for you; this'll definitely make things easier for both of us, and-"