What a mess..
Look where we are now.
We could've just avoided it.
If we weren't so greedy.
We could've been out of here.
With the others.
Still in control, yet wanting more.
But of course we messed up.
As usual.
As.. usual?
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Another error, as usual.
This has been a routine for Golfball for a while now, but she hasn't bothered to check it out. Her mechanical status is fine, why would she need to check? But really, she's just been ignoring it. She's fine, she's fine , she's fine.
She walks up to a shelf and douses a bottle of acid blissfully, unaware that Tennis-ball was just about to walk into the room. She puts it back on the shelf hastily and walks back on her grey couch.
"Hello Tennis-ball." She affirms in a stern tone.
Tennis-ball smiles as a response and sits next to her. Not exactly what she wanted but she let it happen. Golfball just wanted peace and quiet, and that's basically Tennis-ball. He zones out a lot but isn't quite peaceful, especially when angry. But who is she to judge when she's the exact same but 20x worse?
The lime-green ball leans on the dotted grey one with a content smile. Golfball reads her book about psychology and dissociation, concentrating carefully. She absorbs the knowledge from the book.
"Why are you reading that?" Tennis-ball's confused question breaks the silence.
"Because I want to." She snaps back, her voice hinting with anger.
Tennis-ball flinches at her sudden small outburst. He blinks, not really caring and continued to zone out about maths problems. Golfball's voice brings him back from his daydreams.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude."
"It's okay, really." said Tennis-ball gently, feeling a bit warm.
Time passes quickly, and none of them realise it. They're still bonding yet none of them are talking. Silent bonding. Golfball's big book of psychology is almost done, and Tennis-balls finished his daydreaming. He's now reading with Golfball.
Another time skip, it's now almost the end of the evening. Tennis-ball is quietly dozing off on Golfball's 'shoulder' , whilst she is recharging. The room is dark, expect for Golfball's eyes glowing a faint cyan. Her body is asleep but her mind isn't.
She tries to recall at-least anything from her past, but she's drawing a blank. For some reason, sometimes she can remember it, but it fades from her brain. This usually happens when she's angered or vengeful. Even the thought of her past gives her a horrible feeling in her stomach. But at the same time, she feels powerful, ready to take anything and ready to murder anyone.
Golfball doesn't mind it much, most likely because she wants some certain people dead. Her grey eyes, tinted with cyan glance over to the lime green ball on her. His square frame glasses are tilted on his face, his mouth is slightly open — letting out small puffs of air. She smiles softly, adoring him. For some reason , she blushes — but she doesn't think anything of it.
A buzzing sound is heard from her, meaning she's done recharging. She quickly turns it off by pressing a button at the back of her. Tennis-ball blinks his eyes a few times, and wakes up. His sleepy green eyes immediately meet Golfball's. He sits up and looks at her, growing more confused.
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