Alternate Battle for Dream Island

ABFDIA 21c: Bunch of Nothing

Blocky and Eraser *really* should've known that it was likely too good to be true.

Of course. Of *course* it was. Why wouldn't it be? To think it could've been anything else completely disregards the fact that every single moment in their lives, from start to finish, has been constant and consistent disappointment. Just because something *looks* interesting, seems like it has any sort of semblance or deeper meaning to it, doesn't mean that it actually *does*. The universe doesn't work like that; it never has, and never will be. It just doesn't play nice like that. As much as they hated Golf Ball, as much as they wanted to tear their ears (or whatever in their body served such purposes; again, they didn't really listen) off whenever she started on one of her lectures, they could agree on that *one* thing: life is full of pain. The universe wasn't constructed in such a way that takes into account living beings, which was an outcome that was *exceedingly* rare, according to the thoughts of writings of generations long past. Everything they see was constructed was based on laws and reasons that are far too complicated, far too complex, far too opaque for them to *ever* understand, especially considering how little free time they have outside of pulling pranks and getting into all sorts of mischief. People have (allegedly, anyway; they can't possibly see why *anyone* would rationally decide to do such a thing) spent their entire lives investigating stuff like this, and yet they were no closer to the answer by the time death and destruction inevitably came for them, and they were unable to stop it due to being a bunch of big nerds. All that could really be seen and understood was the outcome of it all, an outcome that was completely and utterly hostile to them, completely alien to the concept of life.

Eraser, being the... *less* smart one between the two, was tasked with keeping an eye out, checking to see if anyone was making their way over, and if they needed to prepare for a fight. Meanwhile, Blocky would search the cabin from top to bottom, looking for *anything* that might give them any more information about what's going on: who built this place, when and why, and what they did with it. There was a momentary delusion there, an idea that *maybe* any of those inquiries would be answered if they just looked hard enough. There just *had* to be some clues, a trail of breadcrumbs that allowed them to piece together any sort of sense or logic. But there weren't any, of course, and they were very foolish to think that. Especially considering that similar results were achieved with the last 2,763 times they hoped and dreamed. And yet, they continued anticipating an alternate outcome. Call it desperation, call it insanity, call it *whatever*. The two have discussed it once or twice, but every single time they'd eventually return to it, despite it clearly being a bad habit.

The parallelogram, despite having a *very* clear, *very* important job, would glance away from the outdoors to look at the hexahedron. "You found anything, bro?" He'd ask. The cube seethed. "Nope." He had checked everything a dozen or so times by that point, hoping that somehow, *somehow*, a new detail would appear where there very clearly was just more wood before. Things *have* just spontaneously appeared before; the Announcer fell out of the sky and all. But, of *course*, it wasn't gonna happen now that they were actively looking for it. Blocky walked over to Eraser. "Have *you*?" With an aggressive poke, he'd push the pink one to look out the window again. "...*No*." The 'manly' one replied. "Really?" The cube scoffed. "I find that hard to believe; this place *has* to be used by someone, and it's already getting late; they *have* to be coming soon enough." He'd grumble. "Maybe, if you actually paid attention for once, you'd actually see something." "What, you *want* something to happen?" The one that destroyed interjected. "Remember the last time that happened?" "Uh, *duh*." The red one replied. "We just went over this, you-" He'd hold back his tongue, seething again. "Obviously, we don't want any more trouble. For now, anyway. Right now, we just want someone, *anyone* to come here; maybe they'll have some info about what's going on. Or just *anything* other than this."