It was yet another perfectly ordinary, completely mundane day in the Battle for Dream Island: The Power of Two.
As much as everyone complains mightily about it, much of their daily lives don't actually revolve around competing and fearing elimination. Two only shows up to do an episode once every blue moon, and only for a few hours or so; at pretty much every other time, they're either working on something else, taking a months-long nap, or dealing with... *something*. Really, they've been through this whole cycle before. At the start of the BFDI, back when the Announcer was running things around here, it'd be a month or so (give or take; no one really keeps track) in-between episodes. For pretty much all of that, they were able to do whatever they wished, without thinking about all the cameras pointed at them or the viewers that could be watching those perspectives. It's *almost* like things were nice and normal once again, except things definitely *weren't*. Sooner or later, the speaker box or algebralian or what-have-you will *eventually* return, with a plan and a scheme that's just as convoluted and cruel (or worse!) as the last, and they'll have absolutely no say on whether or not they get to participate. Perhaps that's part of the reason why it *feels* like the competition has taken over their entire lives, even when it really... hasn't... for the *most* part... in theory. Even if the actual fighting and whatnot was reserved for a few hours once every other month, the dread that comes with the fact that it'll *inevitably* arrive, that they'll soon be back to this, keeps them on edge.
Any rational person that sees this unavoidable situation often ends up going down one of two paths: either they go mad from this constant cycle of pain and misery... or they don't.
Grassy was one of those that seemed to be in the latter. He was certainly one of the contestants of the Battle for Dream Island; he was just as in it to win it as all the others, he pulls his weight when necessary, and he demands respect for all that he does for his team. But outside of that, on the usual happenings from day to day, the bundle of blades really couldn't care less about what was going on. He'd mostly be out and about, finding whatever entertainment he could get for himself; that was much like what everyone else was doing, only Grassy did it in a way that was... *different*. It wasn't out of desperation, out of a desire to extract some little bit of joy and happiness out of their life after the BFDI had so completely and utterly drained them. He couldn't care less about all the trickery and backstabbing and other complex interconnected relationships and dynamics between the contestants. Grassy is just... Grassy. He did things because he wanted to, and he did so without any of the weight of this or that or *whatever*.
And that whole routine was exactly the same today as it was in any other days. Grassy and the rest of Team 2 were just fresh off a brand-new episode, one where they *thankfully* managed to evade a humiliating loss, especially so soon after their last one. They could rest easy, enjoy their day, and recuperate before Two eventually reappears and starts the whole thing all over again. Those were things that he and his team were *absolutely* doing, wasting no time at all. Book and Price Tag were getting along well, continuing to grow their budding friendship. Ice Cube remained cold and distant, always thinking about something to do with revenge. Snowball *swears* that he's just fine, that the elimination of one of his closest friends was no big deal, but Grassy could tell that that wasn't quite true; he's tried urging him to do something fun once or twice, but he just wasn't in the mood. And so, that'd just leave Grassy all on his own. And he's... Grassy.
All around him, the world kept on spinning, the contestants kept on living. The Battle for Dream Island, though it had reached a new stage in the game, still felt like it was a long way away from actually reaching any sort of satisfying conclusion. That's sort of a running gag, really: The original BFDI ended up with somebody winning the eponymous island, but then someone stole it, causing the start of the very next season. That season would have a pretty lame prize, and so it would just... *end*. No fanfare or whatever. Then they tried ditching all that and starting a new chapter of their lives, living in Yoyle City. But their past would continue to haunt them, dictating their lives and routines based on old alliances and grudges. It wasn't like moving on would've done much good, anyway; Four eventually showed up, beginning yet another *long* Battle for Battle for Dream Island. Then Two showed up and split the show in twain. For those that wound up on the blue algebralian's side of the deal, perhaps that was a breath of fresh air; but then again, last they checked, the only thing they learned from that experience was that the real Dream Island was the friends they made along the way, or whatever. What kind of reward is *that*? Meanwhile, there they all were, continuing to fight for The Power of Two, a power that was starting to look more and more lame by the day. Like, come *on*. It was hyped up to be this insane, all-powerful thing, and yet the number wielding it has barely done anything cool with it. Could it *even*? The green one hasn't been able to stop that new mystery of objects disappearing out of nowhere; to this day, they still didn't know what happened to Bomby and Bell, to Barf Bag and
