Golf Ball blinked.
In that brief, glorious moment, nothing seemed amiss; she was in her Factory, doing some sort of work, for some sort of purpose. Everything was fine, nothing had exploded, all was well.
There *was* just one *minor* issue though: for the life of her, she couldn't remember what she was doing.
Every single thing anyone ever does in Golf Ball's Underground Factory has to be carefully monitored and recorded. The place was filled to the brim with delicent, sensitive, fragile machinery that could only be operated by someone that had a *very* clear idea of what they were doing. If anyone steps even an inch out of line, or bumps into something by mistake, something somewhere could end up going wrong, which could eventually come back to bite them given enough time. The little ball was very vigilant and obsessive about this whole thing; not a *single* thing should be out of place in her precious property, or *else*.
Which makes it a *very* big problem indeed when she can't even remember what she *herself* was doing just a second ago. Was she just taking a quick break to breathe and stretch her legs? Was she in the middle of an all-important, very complicated, very precise procedure? Was she monitoring any potentially hazardous experiments? Handling any dangerous or explosive substances? Given all the redundancies and protocols that GB puts into her work, it was highly likely that everything was just fine and she didn't need to worry about anything at all. But given that there's now a pretty large gap in her recent memory, literally *anything* could've happened...
What even caused her to forget? Was it some fault of her own? An unknown, outside force? The result of extreme trauma to the head caused by a malevolent actor? Regardless of diagnosis, it was *clearly* something that was very concerning. What is the likelihood that it'll happen again? What was the likelihood that it *already* happened many times over? What else could it have possibly taken from her? Did it steal just memories, or did it rob her of other things? Could it be the potential culprit behind why she hasn't found success, why she hadn't been hailed as a genius by everyone despite all her efforts? What on *Earth* is going
"Uh... What the?"
Golf Ball snapped out of it; there were far, *far* more pressing matters to take care of. "INTRUDER ALERT!" She'd shout. "STAY BACK, YOU..." She'd quickly turn around, looking for both an emergency button to raise the alarms *and* a possible glimpse at this aforementioned intruder. After turning around 52 degrees or so clockwise, she'd spot him: that red hexahedron with prankster inclinations, looking around without a care in the world. His attention would *very* quickly be directed to her, however; if she cared about anybody but herself, Golf Ball could have potentially seen that Blocky was just as surprised by the incident as she was. "*YOU*!" She'd screech. "WHAT ARE *YOU* DOING IN MY FACTORY?" Blocky scoffed. "What are *YOU*..." He'd trail off.
The cube looked around again; the air was cold, the floors and walls were a dull gray, and there were massive amounts of machines scattered all about. There was indeed only one place he knew to be *this* miserable. "Huh. Fair point." He'd concede. "What on Earth *am* I doing in your factory?" "Nothing good, most likely!" Golf Ball shouted. "I'll give you *one* chance, since we're on the same team and I'm feeling nice; you have 60 seconds to get out of here before I do *everything* in my power to be rid of you!"
Blocky folded his arms. "Everything in your power, huh?" He'd raise an eyebrow. "Doesn't look like much, then." GB groaned. "JUST GET OUT!" She'd scream. "I'm *obviously* in the middle of very important work, work that could potentially revolutionize everything in ways that your puny mind cannot possibly comprehend! I will *NOT* have you distract me from my efforts for a second longer!" "Sheesh." The block scoffed once again. "Alright, bossy-bot." He'd quickly go ahead and follow her orders, not really all too keen on getting into trouble today, especially in a state like this.
