Alternate Battle for Dream Island

ABFDIA 10c: Well Said

The sun had barely risen when Pin got up to face the day.

In an ideal world, in a *perfect* world, in a world where everything went *exactly* as she wanted it, that would've been the moment everything she planned immediately started up. But no. Of course not. Coiny, the incompetent and lazy oaf that he is, had decided to sleep in and continue snoring like some great, atrocious beast. Taco, on the other hand, *did* get up early and had already stretched her limbs; but because things can't just be given to her, because she just can't be happy, she politely requested some time alone, some time where she can just... *exist*. Without having to worry about anything and everything.

Alright. Fair enough.

Given the headache that was managing those two fools, she needed the fresh air as well. Quickly making her way out of the cabin (being as loud as possible to try and wake the coin creature up), she started walking in no direction in particular, into the endless maze that was the forest. Looking out the window and seeing that vast expanse of trees was still quite a new sensation for her, one that stirred something deep within her soul. Feeling a little inspired, she decided to sharpen her skills and try to climb a tree; nobody's around, so no one would laugh at her if she fell. Slowly but surely, she'd manage to make her way up, until eventually breaking through the canopy and getting an uninterrupted view of the orange skies. Sitting atop a branch, she'd watch as the full disc of that ball of plasma showed itself, heralding the start of another episode, another day of trauma and regret.

Well, it wasn't gonna face itself.

Marching back to the base, she'd find Coiny finally up and about, lazily drifting from place to place. She'd knock on a log to get everyone's attention, and within seconds all eyes were on her. "We're discussing things in 5 minutes." She'd flatly state. "Get ready." The denomination of currency grumbled. "When are we gonna get to what we're *supposed* to do, instead of whatever dumb stuff *you* want?" The pushpin shook her head. "We're *finally* getting to it." She'd reply. "Really?" The coin chuckled. "Doesn't seem like it; you're still the one giving orders."

As much as nobody wanted to go, everyone was eventually seated on their log-based seats around a log-based table.

"First off, I'd just like to... *thank*... you two for actually putting up with me and following my instructions; that has been an immense help for our plans, and *hopefully* you'll see why in no time at all." "Don't mention it." Taco replied. "Seriously. Don't." "And what *is* the plan?" The worthless item was already bored out of his mind. "I'm *getting* to that." The thumbtack let out a deep sigh.

"I'd like to ask a question, if you two don't mind: what do you think of when you hear about Golf Ball?" "Strange." The foodstuff immediately responded, already sensing the tension between the other two. "I've heard of speaker boxes suddenly appearing and hosting competitions out of nowhere, but *never*-" "Obnoxious, insufferable, completely full of herself." Coiny grumbled. "And whenever I look at *you*, I keep getting reminded of her."

Pin seethed. "Yes." She'd nod. "Likewise." One deep breath. "That's the answer I was looking for. And why do you think that is?" "C'mon, what're these questions?" The coin creature complained. "You think I hit my head yesterday, or something? You think I'm *that* dumb? I might not show off my smarts like she does, but-" "Exactly." The red one continued. "Golf Ball prides herself in her intelligence, her wisdom. Her belief that she knows what's best not just for herself, but for all of us, for society, for the world as a whole." She paused for a moment. "For the longest time now, we've all had to suffer and despair as she continued to go her own way, rebelling and going against what is *obviously* right for the people." One more deep breath, for luck. "But fortunately, I *think* this time around it might be in our favor."