Alternate Battle for Dream Island

ABFDIA 15b: Lots of Thoughts

They just kept on going. Kept on wandering.

There wasn't really much else to say, much else to do. They were all trapped here, stuck in this strange little (well, not *really* little) labyrinth, walking for hours and hours with seemingly little to no progress being achieved. It was a routine that got old and exhausting *very* quickly; they'd go down a hallway, come across an intersection, then they'd argue for several minutes over which path to take. Then they'd eventually select one, continue down *that* hall, going forward until they eventually encountered yet another fork in the road. Rinse and repeat 2,763 times until they get driven insane. Sometimes, they'd wind up facing a dead end; there'd be much arguing over who was the one that's *truly* to blame for that (even though it was a team effort), maybe there'd be a slap or two, but eventually, begrudgingly, they'd turn around and go back the way they came. Sometimes they bothered to do an awkward shuffle to keep the person in front, other times the one at the back was now the new leader. Most of the time, they opted to do the latter; the corridors got pretty small and cramped at times, and they *really* didn't want to risk getting burned to death whenever they had to awkwardly squeeze past Firey. And the cycle would repeat, and it would all happen over again. Ad nauseam.

They explored some of the rooms peppered throughout, assuming they were able to break through the doors of varying strength. Sometimes, it was a simple affair; you put your hand on the doorknob, grip it well, give it a turn, and it'd swing open. Good stuff. But most times it'd have a lock, and *sometimes* it'd be one of those painful, excruciating mechanisms, the sort that the newcomer group had encountered when they first wound up here. In that case, *maybe* they'd try to unlock it; and by 'unlock' it, obviously, they meant striking at it as hard as they could with whatever they had on hand. Most things of value were bolted down, however, so that's a bit unfortunate.

Out of the rooms they did explore, they were quite the mixed bag. Some were usual, typical places that they'd expect out of any ordinary locale; bedrooms, amenities, kitchens, rest areas, the works. In most instances, however, they were out of luck when it came to attempting to decipher their purpose. Plenty of rooms they saw had all sorts of thingamajigs and whatchamacallits whose utility and design eluded them, and it only made their head hurt whenever they thought about it. Thoughts of Golf Ball's Underground Factory (before the incident, anyway) come to mind; a place filled with all sorts of curiosities and artifacts, a whole bunch of boring stuff that didn't have any actual positive effect on the world. There was that, and then there was the... *other* rooms. It felt like they were in the same vein, but perhaps that was just because that was the only thing in mind that seemed even *remotely* close. GB's gadgets and trinkets were already extremely foreign to them, but this felt like it'd be alien to *her*. Trying to analyze most of this stuff already made their head feel funny, but trying to figure any of *that*... somehow, it was even worse.

Outside of those little ventures, however, it'd just be more of the same. More wandering. More exploring. More wondering about what this place is, why it was built, why they kept on going from room to room, hall to hall, as if they'd find *anything* of significance. They were only getting themselves more and more lost, more confused by the second.

Snowball obviously wasn't handling it all too well. "UGH!" He'd angrily kick a nearby object, though it wouldn't budge at all. "*Why* are we still stuck in this place?" He'd shout. "We should've gotten out of here by now! Why aren't we trying to find an exit?" "You think we *aren't*?" Flower replied. "You really *are* dumb, huh?" "I'm *not* dumb!" SB shouted. "You're clearly-" "*Really*?" The one with the petals continued. "I mean, I don't even think you even know your own name!" "Gois, stop foighting!" Bubble interjected, even though she knew full well that it wasn't gonna go anywhere; it was something to do, anyway. "We should all be focusing on looking for a woi out of here!" "What do you think I've been doing, exactly?" The mound of snow's anger turned to her. "I've been looking around for *ages* now, and we've found *nothing*!" The 'beautiful' once scoffed. "Sounds like that's an issue with *you*, then." She'd remark. "If you *are* looking for an exit, shouldn't we have found one by now?"