Alternate Battle for Dream Island

ABFDIA 11c: Alerted Intruders

Blocky and Eraser were up to no good once again.

They still had a number of complaints about Barf Bag, but by that point they just couldn't be bothered to hunt her down and start the whole thing all over again. Why should they, after all? They already knew that that was a path to nowhere else but more misery and boredom. Perhaps if they came up with some sort of prank to pull, sure; until then, however, the best course of action was to just leave her be, to pretend she didn't exist. Out of sight, out mind, eh?

At first, they continued as they usually did: roam around Dream Island, look for anything whatsoever to push away that ever-looming threat, the feeling that they're not going anywhere, that they're just running around in circles, winding up on the same spot, not amounting to anything in their life. They started with picking up rocks yet again, collecting armfuls of them, then proceeding to throw them towards the nearest window; they managed to shatter one or two before the fun police arrived and ruined that *very* quickly. With what little stones they were able to keep afterwards, they decided to do something lame instead and start stacking them up as high as they could. They tried as hard as they could to make it as not boring as they could possibly think of; they made a whole game out of it, with whoever was able to make the tallest stack being the winner and thus getting bragging rights. Naturally, of course, there were no rules, and so this just devolved into them taking down each other's towers rather quickly.

At some point, the thought eventually came to them that *maybe* they should look at what else the island had to offer, besides plenty of room to go around and have fun. Perhaps they've done it once or twice before, doing it already as part of the natural reaction to *finally* getting to see this place. But maybe there's some merit to doing it again. After all, the indoors has air conditioning.

Their first stop was the casino, which was full of all sorts of fun and games. There they'd spend a couple of hours, having much excitement and exhilaration, before ultimately losing it all, including their sanity. To cope with that crushing feeling of defeat, they next went to one of the many restaurants serving food that they didn't need to eat. With no one manning anything (save the robot servants that kept to their mechanical selves), it was basically an all-you-can-eat buffet; Blocky and Eraser ate and ate and ate until they were satiated. After an hour of extreme self-indulgence, they were now very full and very lethargic; all those extra pounds, along with those strange feelings as the digested foodstuffs bounced around their insides, made moving around a chore.

And so, they'd awkwardly waddle over to the five-star hotel, quickly setting up shop in one of the most luxurious suites. They'd mess around with the available amenities, create a fort out of the blankets and pillows, then start hitting each other with the aforementioned items; there's no better remedy for excessive boredom than excessive violence, after all.

All good things must come to an end, however; all that food had settled in them now like a really heavy brick, and all they wanted to do was just lie down and... exist. Once again, it was just them and their thoughts. Nothing but dead air. That wouldn't do at all, but what else could they do? Desperate and out of options, they resorted to the most horrific and awful thing of all: talking about their feelings.

"...What's up with you and Pen?" Eraser mumbled. "Huh?" Blocky wouldn't quite pick it up, and so the parallelogram would repeat himself; the hexahedron would remain silent for a little while longer before making his response. "Sheesh." He'd start. "You *really* don't have a brain, do you? Feels like I've already gone over this, like, 2,763 times." He then let out a deep sigh, and silence would return for a little bit more; the sheer monotony of life would somehow feel just that tiny bit worse than going over this treaded ground again.

"Pen betrayed us, remember?" The cube explained. "He started being friendly to everyone else. Those... weirdos." He'd grumble. "Started thinking like they did. Became more concerned about them, rather than us." "Yeah, I got that." The pink one interjected. "But, like, so what? What's the big deal?" The block's eye twitched. "Did you not *get* what I just said?" He'd ask. "He *betrayed* us!" "Sounds to me like you're missing the, uh... the context." The manly one objected. "He said that he was only doing those things because... you know, they were on the same team. As us. We had to work together in order to fight against the other team, so-" "Who cares what *they* think?" Blocky interrupted. "We could've just focused on ourselves. Us winning would've meant them winning, sure, but we could've just ignored that." He'd take a deep breath. "But *no*. He *had* to be good friends with them, he spent more time with them while he left us in the dust, while we got eliminated-" "Well, it worked, didn't it?" Eraser asked. "He made it a lot farther than the rest of us. He *won*." "Well, congrats for him." The red one scoffed. "He won at the cost of *everything*. He betrayed his closest pals just for this dumb island. He can't even look us in the eye anymore; I haven't seen him in *ages*." The pink one raised an eyebrow. "Didn't that speaker box say he got-"