Tales from the Locker of Losers

A Coin's Conquest, A Majority's Terror, and An Old Friend's Worry

"I'm so proud of you, Coiny. We did this together."

Pin's voice was unmistakable to the coin creature. For the first time in a long time, it seemed they finally had a chance at getting back to normal.

Meanwhile, a few meters away, a blue metal box resides in the meadow. The blue metal box houses... another metal box, this one gray. And resides that metal box is many objects. Objects people would grow to love or already love. One of those objects was a sweet treat, although unglazed.

"What is going on out there?" Donut questioned, hearing the noises of struggle outside.

"Oh, chill out, Bagel Brain," another object, Pen, said. "It can't be THAT scary."

Pen looked out the window of the LOL. It was, in fact, that scary.

"AAHHH!" He screamed. "We gotta get outta here! Go, go, go-"

"On it!" Pen's friend Snowball exclaimed.

(A/N: This is where it diverts from canon.)

Snowball slams his hands onto the TLC wall. He is so strong that it moves the structure. He keeps pushing, and, with help from Blocky, Pen, and Eraser, they're able to move the LOL.

However, as they're pushing, Pen can't help but worry for Coiny. What even was happening there?

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Coiny struggled for solid hours to save her. He pulled and pulled and grunted and grunted and huffed and puffed and pleaded with the gods of hell to let Pin out. And, the gods answered.

Albeit with a disappointing response.

"Pin! Did it work? Are you there?"

His demands were not met.

Coiny picked up Pin's shrunken body. Still a small, limbless, faceless, lifeless body.

Coiny began to quietly sob. He had worked so hard to save his best friend, and hoping to be more, all for nothing. He went to hell and back - 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 - and look where that got him. Sobbing, her small body cradled in his left hand.

Coiny started walking off. He just wanted to be alone. Alone with Pin and his thoughts.

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Pen was worried. Worried about the others, worried about where they were going, worried about the stamina - or lack thereof - of Blocky, Snowball, and Eraser, and most importantly, worried about Coiny.

"Guys..." Pen started. "I think we should go back."

"Huh?" Snowball said. "Why? We don't know what that... thing was."

"It's not about the thing, SB. It's about Coiny." Pen stated.

Eraser spoke up. "Oh. Coiny... I think I saw him out there with whatever that hole was."

Blocky spoke up as well. "Yeah, what was that about?"

"That's the thing," Pen said. "I wanna know what that was about. And, if he's okay."

"I say that's a good reason. Plus, the-thing-that-shall-not-be-named could be in this forest."

Suddenly, a light-blue, screechy-voiced, nosy LOLer spoke up.

"WHAT'S THE THING THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED? EVIL LEAFY?" Bracelety stated, unaware of the name's consequences.

Everybody stared at Bracelety with a seething glare.

"WHAT? WHAT DID I DO?" She queried.

What she did was summon Evil Leafy herself, right outside the LOL. Her booming movements could be heard all across the metal box.

Everybody screamed in terror. "SNOWBALL! ERASER! BLOCKY! ANYONE! MOVE THE LOL!" Pen exclaimed. Everybody with arms pitched in to help, as the armless and limbless stood on standby in case Evil Leafy got through.

Thankfully, she didn't make it in.

After getting approximately 27 miles and 63 meters away, the gang stopped, not hearing any more threating booms.

Pen sighed in relief, as did most. It was night by then, and everybody was exhausted.

"That was close..." Eraser huffed. Everyone silently agreed; that was a near-death experience.

By then, most had already fell asleep. Pen noticed this, and shut his eyes.

He'd check on Coiny tomorrow.

(629 words. Wow. And from a shower thought. Jesus, my brain is weird.)