Why does anyone do *anything*, really?
Golf Ball was down at her Underground Factory, as she was wont to do. She *had* to be there; there were 2,763 things (give or take) that were going on all the time, that were constantly working to bring everyone down, and she alone was the only force stopping them from prevailing completely and plunging everyone and everything into yet another age of darkness and despair. Well, an age filled with *more* darkness and *more* despair than there already is, anyway. The Battle for Dream Island and all its associated acts- the Battle for Dream Island Again, the Battle for Battle for Dream Island, and now the Battle for Dream Island: The Power of Two -have constantly given them something or other to distract themselves with, something to keep themselves away from thinking about how all of this was ultimately useless, and perhaps detrimental, to their overall wellbeing. It prevented them from thinking about the fact that there were so many other things out there keeping them down, stopping them from being... *slightly* better people. The BFDI has driven them apart, divided them based on arbitrary lines, and made them fight in strange and silly ways. GB was forced to work with a team she hated, full with teammates that shared that hatred back at her, and was forced to placate nameless, faceless, *soulless* viewers and voters that can determine whether or not they live or die.
Well, *essentially* die, anyway. Back in the day, eliminated contestants were just thrown into the Tiny Loser Chamber. Nowadays, with the strange and terrifying powers of the algebralians, they just get... absorbed. Recent developments have shown that this isn't fatal, that they did keep on living after this happens, but it's as *good* as death, anyway. From what little she was able to gather from eavesdropping on Liy and Pencil, from all the rumblings and grumblings of all the other eliminated contestants working in the kitchen, they had been stuck for *years* in some strange pocket dimension, one in which the sole authority was Four, that horrific abomination that tortured and mutilated them just for kicks. That's no way of living at all.
Though Two did seem to be more calm and level-headed than them, they were still doing much the same thing to those who were unfortunate enough to get the boot. Instead of just being packed like sardines for who knows how long, they get exiled into this unknown realm, completely and utterly helpless, with any sort of assistance being basically unreachable. And that's not even getting into the possibility that the eliminated aren't even awarded *that*. There have been a few that have just... *vanished*. Not given the dignity of a proper funeral, not taken away by the green numeral to some place that rendered them basically dead. There appeared to be some greater force at work, taking away people when they least expected it. Having to think about *that* on top of everything else... was a headache, to say the least.
Fortunately for her, it seemed like this cautious observation was going to be the most she'd have to deal with all that nonsense; the last time she was up for elimination proved that people were *finally* acknowledging her valiant efforts, and with her constant push for success and victory, it didn't seem like another risk was gonna come around any time soon. But the universe is a cruel prankster, one that changed the rules and crushed hopes and dreams when they least expected it. It was just the eliminated contestants vanishing now, but what if it was decided that that was going to change? What if, for no particular reason at all, whatever or *whoever* was responsible for this decided to make Golf Ball disappear for no reason at all? What if she was just forced to endure that same horrific fate, the same one that claimed the lives of Bell and Bomby, of Barf Bag and
Wait, hang on.
It was at that precise moment, deep in the middle of some project or experiment or whatever, where something would finally snap deep within the bozo-brain bossy-bot. She wasn't really one for expressing emotion, particularly such negative ones like anger and sadness. As such, it was just a subtle, almost invisible change in emotion. But it could very much be felt, *especially* by her.
