Pin was minding her own business when she suddenly came to realize a grave and horrifying truth: she had *absolutely* no idea what she was doing, or what was going on; what was *anything*, really.
Well, obviously, she knew the general concepts. She was competing in the Battle for Dream Island. The fifth season, to be more specific. Battle for Dream Island: The Power of Two. *That* she was fairly certain of. Mostly certain of. Somewhat certain of.
Huh?
She'd count on her fingers. Battle for Dream Island, Battle for Dream Island Again, IDFB, Battle for BFDI, And now Battle for Dream Island: The Power of Two. Five seasons in all, and she participated in all of them. No doubts, no confusion, just
Wait, could IDFB *really* be considered a season? Why did she consider it to be a season? Who even *said* that it was a season? Between BFDIA and BFB, it was just them living in Yoyle City. No speaker boxes, no other wacky and zany hosts, no challenges, no islands, *nothing*. Just good ol' living. Living like they were supposed to. Living like they were 2,763 years ago, give or take.
No, no, no. She was getting distracted.
She *knows* without a doubt that she is competing in the competition known as Battle for Dream Island: The Power of Two. She knew that she was most of the way through at this point; the final 11, to be precise. She could remember that she just did *extremely* well, gaining the one and only immunity that was available in this stage of the game. No more teams, no more relying on others. Just you and your wits. Not like it did her any good, anyway; she had to depend on *Coiny*, for crying out loud.
But other than that... that was about it, really. The only clear memory she had of *anything* that occurred was, like, *way* back now. And even that was starting to become fuzzy and foggy the more she peered into it. She just lost that petulant little coin creature, she thinks? The teams just got rearranged, perhaps? She got lumped into those death preventers, somehow? Then one thing led to another, yet more stuff would happen, the battle would get more hectic, more chaotic, more tumultuous...
And that led her to here. Right now. Standing on her own, doing nothing in particular, *knowing* nothing in particular.
She knew she wanted to win The Power of Two. She had all she wanted to do with it all planned out and everything. She could vaguely recall everyone's places, all the faces they've visited over the years. There was something here, *unmistakably* so, but as soon as she reaches for it, it disappears into a fine mist. What's going on? What could be happening? *Was* anything happening, or was the competition finally getting to her? Was it finally driving her insane? As she racked her mind to convince herself, more traces of the past would make themselves known. Or were they just fictions, just forced to be real? Did she really remember things correctly, or did Needle not
"Cake at Stake time! C'mon! Get to it!"
Those familiar words coming from that familiar voice allowed her to snap back to reality.
I mean, come *on*. The past was the past, the future is the future, and the now is now. And really, the now is all that matters. The past and future are so different from each other, and yet so alike in so many ways too. Most importantly, she could never really access them. The future is always beyond her reach, and the past only exists in her memories. Imperfect, fallible memories. She couldn't remember how many times she paced around the yellow fields when she woke up this morning; did she really expect herself to remember what happened to who and where 2,763 episodes ago? Ludicrous. And it's not like any of them remember, anyhow. That's, like, *twice* the nonexistence. For all everyone knew, all those past grudges and whatnot had never existed.
Never existed.
Though she was completely safe from elimination today, Pin felt like watching the Cake at Stake unfold regardless. It's not like it was illegal, you know? Nothing was stopping her from just... doing whatever she wants. Besides, she had *much* to lose if she didn't have a seat and enjoy the show. At such a late stage of the game, she was obviously up against some formidable foes. Any regular living object would've folded and collapsed under the pressure by now, but not Pin. She was the strong, courageous, brave, heroic leader. She knew all the tricks of the trade, and employed them well.
