Alternate Battle for Dream Island

ABFDIA 8c: It's A Creature

Team Not continued along on their march to victory.

Things were mostly silent between the three; Coiny and Pin obviously had no interest in talking to each other, and neither of them wanted to talk to Taco. The consumable one was just the awkward appendix, the mere afterthought, the one they were *forced* to drag along because there weren't any other options. She'd be quick to accept that, not really wanting to get into all that trouble and misery herself. And so, they'd just walk. And walk. Always in a rough sort of triangular shape, maintaining their precious distance away from each other, going in the same direction, yet always seeming so far apart.

Minutes passed. Hours. The fields of Goiky continued to stretch out before them, completely enveloping them in a sea of green. The breeze blows, and the blades of grass respond, acting like thousands of little waves, with the proverbial vessels bravely going against the tide. The sun shined, but they may as well have been going in complete darkness. Morale was low, the going was tough, and each and every single one of them would like nothing more than to be *anywhere* but here, enjoying life without having to deal with everyone else's shenanigans.

If only life were *that* easy, you know? If only one could simply be satiated by lying on their back all day, taking in the sun, just *existing* from one day to the next. Nothing to bother them but their waking thoughts, nothing to desire other than living until the next day. But reality, as it always has been, wasn't so kind to them. They were beings of immense power and capability; according to Golf Ball, anyway, but they didn't want to admit she was right about *anything*. They were could go for *years* without sustenance, reverse death like it was nothing, and there were even tales of an exceptional few that could defy the laws of nature and logic. And yet they too were sad, they too were miserable. They had to deal with the same old problems, the same old misery. How come? *Why*? Why must the world be so... cruel?

Taco hated pondering that quandary. Throughout her life, it'd been proven time and time again that everything was ultimately built on a foundation of sand, a foundation of ash. You can shape it up to be a mighty great creation, sure, but it was ultimately going to be swept away. IF not by the sea, but by the strangers roaming about, wanting to kick something down. And if you wanted even a *chance* of defending your creation, to help it last just that tiny bit longer, the only one you could rely on was yourself. No friends but your fists, no allies but your aggression. It was a lonely and isolating affair, but look where it got her; *she* was the one that was still standing, still living and breathing to this very day, while the others... She didn't even want to think about it.

Though she was just content to grumble in her own little corner all day, the universe demanded that she play her part.

The soft-shell cautiously approached the thumbtack, closing the gap little by little with each step along the way. Pin continued pretending like nothing was amiss, that nobody was following her every move; it took a little nudging (not literal, of course) to get the conversation going. "Alright, *seriously* now." She'd start. "What's up with you and Coiny? What happened between you two?" The pushpin almost seemed *offended* by that inquiry. "...I think we've already gone through this." She'd shake her head. "All you need to know that he's a dimwit; he's nothing but a hindrance to anyone that's looking to actually progress, and-" "I heard that!" The currency then shouted from afar; the red one bothered to give him any attention, turning to him for a brief moment, and smiled. "Yes, but do you *understand* it?" She then turned back to Taco. "You see? Nothing else to it. Now, let's get back to business."

The edible one seethed. "You know that's not what I meant." She'd reply. "That doesn't explain *anything*. Surely you'd know better than anyone that a leader has to be informed about *everything*, take everyone's thoughts into consideration, to-" Pin then looked at her again, unamused. "You dare to play these games with me?" She'd ask. "That's crazy."