Alternate Battle for Dream Island

ABFDIA 6c

Once again, awkward silence had returned to Dream Island.

With at least one of the teams now out and about, doing the things that they were all supposed to do, they felt a little bit less guilty about all the... *nothing* they were doing instead. Like, *nothing* nothing. They were perfectly capable of just returning to normal and enjoying the many things the island had to offer, and yet, after everything that just unfolded, they didn't really wanna do any of those things. For the most part, they just wanted to... *be*. Exist, hangout, whatever it takes to calm them down. Whatever it takes to finally feel at home.

Blocky and Eraser had walked around for a bit, asking about just what exactly they'd get for doing the Announcer's work for him. Sure, getting their revenge on the bossy-bot for all she'd put them through *was* at the top of their bucket list, something they've been itching to do for a long time, but... doing that under the orders of someone else? Knowing that it'll fulfill the plans of someone else, plans that are unknown and unknowable? It just didn't feel right anymore. It felt off. A bit weird, feeling that you can't pull a prank.

They wandered the island, looking for any answers, any speculation, but there was nowhere to be found. Once again, they were in this weird, paradoxical state: there seemingly weren't any eyes around, no prying people looking at what they're doing, and yet the threat of constant surveillance always lingered, always persisted, always festered. It made them unwilling to do much of anything. Anything other than... *exist*.

Ultimately, they decided that the best way to pass the time was to do something silly; something that ultimately meant nothing whatsoever, would have no weight on their minds at all, but still used up enough of it to keep them distracted from... *everything*. They did another lap around the island, this time picking up stray rocks and pebbles as they went. They made the process easier by picking up a random basket, the original purpose of which is completely beyond them. Was great for what they were doing, though. After picking up more rocks they could carry, they went on over to the nearest body of water available (one of the many, *many* pools Dream Island had) and just started... throwing them in. One at a time, hurling them as strong as they could, seeing how big of a splash they could make.

They made a sort of game out of it, trying to see which one of them had the most strength, could cause the most havoc in the water. They'd both throw the rocks at the same time, watch the splash and subsequent ripples, then argue over who won that round based on all sorts of arbitrary, random, inane criteria. The bickering would get pretty heated at times- neither side really wanted to be dubbed the loser -but ultimately they'd laugh it off, reminding them that this is all just some good, harmless fun. That they're both great friends at the end of the day.

Allegedly, anyway.

They were in the middle of all this nonsense when Barf Bag showed up, rather upset by their complete and total disinterest for... *anything* interesting. Interesting to her, anyway.

"...There you are." She'd mutter. "Is this what you two have been up to?" "Pretty much." Eraser replied, and Blocky nodded in agreement. "Yeah, what else are we gonna do?" The hexahedron asked; the question was rhetorical, but much like everyone else in his life, Barfy would get on his nerves. "Uh... Do what we're supposed to do?" "Which is?" The parallelogram quipped. "Enjoy Dream Island, last time I checked." The cube answered for him. "And that's what we're doing right now. Don't like it? Leave."

The bag seethed. "You know, I heard a thing or two about you guys." She'd remark. "About how *you're* this good-for-nothing, insufferable 'prankster'..." She'd point to Blocky. "And how *you* don't have a brain whatsoever. Nothing inside." She'd point to Eraser. "I didn't really want to believe them, especially considering how I haven't even met any of you, but now-" "And you still don't, right?" The block interrupted, approaching her while menacingly toying with a rock. "What's *that* supposed to mean?" The bag filled with questionable liquid scoffed. "You sure are proving yourself there."