Alternate Battle for Dream Island

ABFDI 16a: Bawling

It was time for yet *another* exciting round of Cake at Stake; the Announcer was hosting once again, and all was right in the world.

"This time around, we have a blueberry pie." The speaker box announced. Leafy raised an eyebrow. "Why's that?" She'd ask. "I mean, I'm not complaining, or anything; any food is better than no food at all. But the cake's been just fine." Pin nodded in agreement. "I like the consistency in cake. We all know what it looks and tastes like." "Yeah." Tennis Ball agreed as well. "As long as it isn't made by GB, anyway." The rest of the contestants would then proceed to share their sentiments about cake, which isn't really all that relevant. None of this is, anyhow. "Cake is great and all, but I *do* agree that there should be a bit more variety." Pen interjected. "This pie's a good start, but you know what I want right now? A taco. I mean, it's *already* on our minds." "Hm." Leafy thought about it for a bit. "I kinda have to agree as well; I'm also fine with the pie, but I created a *massive* taco, and I didn't even get a bite!" She'd glare at the writing utensil for a moment, frowning; meanwhile, all the others are starting to voice their opinions on all sorts of foods, wanting to do literally *anything* else but vote.

"Shush, sheesh." The Announcer declared. "If you all like food so much, you can make some in the kitchen later; as your prize for remaining in the game this long, all the ingredients from the taco-making contests have been moved to the apartments. You are free to do anything you wish with them." There'd then be an awkward silence, with all eyes now turned to the funny metal box. "However, one of you will not get to enjoy this luxury, and will also not get to enjoy a slice of this blueberry pie." He'd take a moment to look at everyone. "And since you were all so concerned about it: I chose to spice things up starting from now to make the Battle for Dream Island more interesting and exciting." "What? That's crazy!" Pin exclaimed. "You're telling me all of *this* wasn't already dramatic enough?" "Well, maybe." The announcer thing continued. "And on that same vein, do be careful when you get your slice, as it's explosive."

There'd be a round of gasps from everyone, but the Announcer wouldn't care. "So, to start off, all the contestants not in the danger zone are automatically safe, and get a slice." This was also the case back in all the other times, but again, since nobody *really* has to know about *any* of that, it's been overlooked all this time; the speaker box would fling their slices over to them, where they'd all promptly hit and blow up on their faces. Apparently, taking precious time and effort wiping all that off was considered excitement.

"Now we have two slices left." The box continued. "Bubble, Coiny, and Pen. Two of you will be getting the remaining slices, but one of you will be eliminated, and thus get no slice. Ha. Ha. Let's get to voting."

Teardrop took a little while longer to get the pie residue off her; upon doing so (and using herself to wash her hands), she'd immediately point a threatening finger at Coiny, casting her vote for him. "*WHAT*?" The coin creature was flabbergasted. "Why'd you vote for *me*? I didn't even do *anything* to you!"

Pin rolled her eyes. "We don't *need* to bear with you to get the point: you're absolutely insufferable." She'd remark. "You rejected me being team leader for no reason, put yourself at a disadvantage by splitting off, and have made enemies out of *everyone* by continuing to be obnoxious and irritating." She'd sigh. "Quite frankly, I'm absolutely perplexed as to *why* you continue to stick around; but thankfully, we finally get the chance to set things straight."

Rocky didn't care one bit about anything going on, and instead repeated the same shtick of vomiting on the floor, once again receiving the same disgusted reaction. "Who did he vote for *this* time, I wonder?" Tennis Ball remarked sarcastically. "Well, let's take a look." The Announcer hopped over and took a brief 'look' at the vomit. "Assuming ideal conditions of a flat surface and no outside forces acting on it besides gravity, the vomit would have spread equally in all directions, creating a circle." TB grumbled, dreading having to discuss *this* again; why was *this*, of all things, a topic of such great debate in the Battle for Dream Island? "Again, you're forgetting-" "Rocky votes for Coiny, since this vomit is pretty close to his color." "Wha? I..." Coiny kicked his feet around in frustration. "How *could* you? I thought we were best buds!" "Didn't you, like, throw him down a cliff that one time?" Match interjected.