Alternate Battle for Dream Island

ABFDIA 19c: Bore Day

Blocky and Eraser kept on walking.

Just kept on walking.

There isn't really much of a better way to describe it, really.

The parallelogram groaned. "*Bored*." He'd grumble. "Yeah, tell me about it." The cube remarked. "But you don't see me complaining, do you?" "*You* were the one that forgot where we were headed." The pink one replied. "You *also* forgot." The hexahedron replied. "Well, you didn't tell me to remember!" The 'manly' one fired back. "What would've been the point of that?" The red one replied. "You don't have a brain, remember?" "Well, neither do you, apparently." The one that erased remarked. "Why would you think I'd remember?" "I just..." The wooden one scoffed, angrily kicking the grass and dirt around with each and every step.

Time kept on passing. More and more precious seconds off of their finite (hopefully) life.

"Can we at least do *something* else, though?" The one found at the end of a pencil (not the sharp one, though) asked. "Like what?" The cube replied. "Look around you, pal; there's *nothing* here. Nothing but grass, grass, and more grass." "Maybe we can... uh..." Eraser trailed off. "I dunno. *Anything* would be good." "Yeah, it *would* be good, wouldn't it?" Blocky remarked. "But again, you just *had* to forget where we came from!" "We just talked about that!" The parallelogram replied. "Who doesn't have a brain now, huh?" "Still you." The red one answered.

Ellipsis.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, they could very much feel the lack of *anything* going on deep in their souls. Seriously? They ditched Dream Island for *this*? It was funny at the time, but now it was just... grating. Horrific. Dreadful. Abhorrent. Awful. He could go on, listing off all the words for 'bad' that he knew, but he didn't wanna show off. Especially not at something dumb and irrelevant like *vocabulary*. Ugh. That's a big word, far too big for his liking. Only nerds like Golf Ball would be proud of knowing a word like that, and look at where she's ended up. What's wrong with using shorter, simpler words? Why not just refer to a vocabulary as a list of words one knows? It takes more time to say, maybe, but at least everyone can get the point. There's absolutely no reason for one to fill their speech with all sorts of droning, jargon-heavy, long-winded *nonsense*. Especially when most people can't and won't understand you anyway.

"...Alright, I came up with a game." Eraser asked. "I'm gonna, uh... look at something, and you gotta guess what it is. You in?" Blocky took a few seconds to respond, letting out a sigh. "Sure. Why not." "Alright." The pink one smiled weakly, finally finding *something* to do; they've been continuing to walk all morning, and all afternoon too. "...I'm looking at something... *something*..." He'd rack his mind (or the lack of it; don't think too much about it, he certainly doesn't) trying to think of some attribute that won't immediately give it away. "Something big."

The cube sighed. "Is it... this place we're walking around in?" The parallelogram shook his head in response, though the block wouldn't see it. "Nope." "Is it the sky, then?" "Nuh-uh." "Is it that cloud?" The wooden block pointed to one at random. "Nah." "This other one, then?" "Mmm, no." "Is it that tree in the distance?" "I don't think so." The red one seethed. "You don't *think* so?" He asked. "You *should* know!" "C'mon, bro." The pink one chuckled. "Just keep guessing." "*That* cloud, then." The one with six faces pointed again. "No, not that one; I already pointed at that one. *That* one, specifically. The one that looks like a." "Yeah, yeah. I see it." Awkward silence then followed, silence that would drag on for *forever*. "...Well?" Blocky was getting impatient. "Uh, what?" Eraser raised an eyebrow, though once again it wouldn't be noticed. The cube groaned. "Was it that cloud or not?" "Was the cloud what?"

At that moment, the cube very briefly considered just walking up to the parallelogram, punching him in the face, and then burying him somewhere he won't ever be found. But that just raises all sorts of other problems. If he does that, he's gonna be all alone; nothing but him and his thoughts, presumably for the rest of time. Whether or not that's worse than being stuck with *him* was up for debate. There's also the fact that they're bound together by some arbitrarily set rules, by the Announcer declaring that they were part of the same team. If he winds up coming back to Dream Island all on his own, what're the odds that he's gonna ask about where *he* went? What're the odds that he's gonna ask about where *Taco* went?