One day, our favorite Golf Ball could be seen by herself, making her way across the yellow land and green trees. She glanced at some of the other contestants sticking with their usual shenanigans and whatnot.
How fatuous.
Whatever—It's not like she wanted some company or anything. If she did, she'd just go to wherever Tennis Ball is.
The small ball decided to go somewhere where she would not have to witness her fellow competitors ridiculous mayhem. Ugh, she felt more irritable than usual.
It's been a bit tedious, just waiting between episodes, waiting for the next one to finally start.
Suddenly, she tripped on something and fell.
The dimpled BALL gets up, and turns around to glare at whatever dared to mock her walking routine, and she was met with a rock.
It was smaller than Rocky—equally inanimate and bland, but with no limbs or face.
It was bite-sized and oval-ish.
Golf Ball then realized she was hungry. Maybe that could be why she was more on-edge than normal. Yeah, it has been a while since she last ate.
The hotel is the main source of food around here.
But going back to the hotel means facing those imbeciles of contestants, and she didn't want to interact with them when it wasn't necessary.
But what could she eat?
Her gaze fell back to the bite-sized rock.
Sure, she could eat it, but... Actually, that's not a bad idea. It's not it'll hurt.
She then went full nom-nom on the small pebbly object.
It was salty. She liked salty, so it's okay.
But it wasn't okay.
She felt kind of nauseous after eating the rock.
The poor ball sat down on the grass, and then curled up in a metaphorical ball.
Why did she think that was a good idea exactly?
It's like the other contestants have been rubbing off on her decision-makings.
Her nausea-bar was going up—Wait! Could it be...
Are all rocks related to barf like Rocky?
Oh spherical world! No!
She wasn't going to make a bigger fool of herself by barfing from her own decision!
She'd much rather die before anyone finds her here, being this pathetic!
Quickly, the dimpled one gets up and dashes to the Goiky Canal and jumps in.
And then she drowns—but not before realizing an error: None of the others would know she'd be dead, so they might not attempt to recover her.
The now-deceased ball sinks to the bottom of the canal.
Hopefully somebody still decides to type her name on the recovery center, but until then, she'd be drowning.
The end.
(Okay, this was supposed to be my attempt at a satire story, but it ended up having just a tint of angst. Oops. But I hope you liked the story anyway!)
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Golf Ball Eats A Rock
Fanfiction-This takes place during TPOT- Golf Ball ate a rock! This is how it all happened.
