Alternate Battle for Dream Island

ABFDI 19b: Repression

Pin patiently waited for her cake to bake in the oven; it was a great way to take her mind off... everything. Just *everything*.

She'd been blankly staring at it for a few minutes when there was a surprise knocking on the door, scaring her a good bit (though she wouldn't tell anyone that). "Coming!" She'd hastily come over, anxiously waiting to shoo whoever it was away from here, away from the one place she felt... *somewhat* comfortable. Much to her surprise, however, it was Leafy that decided to pay her a little visit. "Hey there, Pin pal!" She'd wave with her usual, cheery expression on her face. "Been a while, huh? Can I come in?" The pushpin looked around, straining to see what little she could from the tiny opening she provided. "...What for?" She'd ask. "Hm? The leaf raised an eyebrow. "What *for*? To talk, silly!" She'd chuckle. "Anything wrong with wanting to have a good ol' chat?" Pin still wasn't pleased with that answer. "...About what?" She'd inquire further. "Anything you want." The green one replied. "That's the beauty of conversation, isn't it; it's just like an adventure! I'll hold your hand and go wherever you want me to."

Pin continued hesitating for just a bit longer, ultimately relenting and opening the door; Leafy only needed a *fraction* of the space to slip in, anyway. "I'm smelling something here; something good!" She'd remark. "You've been cooking again?" "Baking." The thumbtack clarified. "Thought it'd be nice to get a taste of cake again; you know, without the looming threat of elimination and whatnot." "Oh, I bet it's *delicious*." The plant buddy grabbed herself a comfortable seat by the window, getting some bonus photosynthesis in. "Everything you do always is." She'd chuckle. The red one tried her hardest to brush that aside (though she couldn't help but become redder than she already was) as she went back to attentively watching her cake. "So what's it that you wanted to talk about?" She'd ask. "Can't imagine that there'd be much to discuss these days; it's just been more of the same, and I don't think anyone's brave enough to talk to the newbies."

Leafy remained silent for a moment before her face lit up. "Oh, that reminds me..." She'd trail off again for a second. "*Oh*, that reminds me." Pin glanced at her. "Hm?" "Remember that one talk we had?" The leaf continued. "You know... the one about... Firey, I think it was?" The heroic leader grumbled a bit; already her mind would flare up, imagining that flame cracking a joke or two about using himself as an oven and holding that cake over his head. She'd sigh. "He's been gone for a while now." She'd remark. "Whatever anger's between you two should've subsided by now; maybe you two can finally talk it out. Pretty sure the PRISON allows that." "It does?" Leafy thought about it for a moment. "Maybe later, then." She'd pause again. "But what I meant was: you remember how we talked about how it *really* felt like we talked about it before? Or was something we should've dealt with earlier?"

Pin was uncomfortably silent. "Yeah. I think." That last part would be little more than a mumble. "Well, considering we talked about it then, perhaps we already have; and if we *still* haven't, there's no better time than now." Leafy nodded. "I suppose."

Another awkward silence ensued.

The leaf shook her head. "No, I'm missing the point again..." She'd groan. "Thing is, we had a whole song and dance about how we *couldn't* remember if we did or not. It seemed like such a big thing, and yet..." Secretly Pin would let out a sigh of relief. "Again, we *could* just put it to rest right now. Talk to him ourselves." Leafy rolled his eyes. "And I bring that up because I've been bothered by it lately; forgetting, I mean. I keep thinking that there's something big I'm missing, or my mental checklist still has that *one* thing left undone, or there's something I've forgotten to take care of, or whatever." She'd grumble. "And it's just... messing with my head. Is that what's wrong? Is that why people are starting to think of me as a bad friend? Is *that* what I'm neglecting? I *swear* I'm doing all that I can do to remedy that; I *want* people to think that I'm doing good. Because I *am* doing good. I..."