Fate and desperation is what brought them together, but also what ultimately forced them apart.
Perplexed by Golf Ball's enigmatic past, there is a constant sense of impending jeopardy surrounding the both of them, lurking.
And it's only a matter of...
If one were to examine Tennis Ball's deeply buried thoughts, they would surely not fail to notice the sheer amount of pure terror that gradually accumulated in his mind.
He'd be constantly contemplating on what to do. Countless hours wasted, sleepless nights, all over pathetic indecision. "Just go with the flow." Rocky would calmly tell him. But he would passively refuse. Simply letting go of thinking for a while was something he would never do since thinking was literally his whole identity, the most meaningful thing in his life, even when it became so bitter to him.
How could he just 'go with the flow'?
It wasn't long before he finally came to the realisation that absolutely nothing would ever happen if he continued fretting over something as straightforward as socialising, all the while acting like a complete deplorable mess.
Tennis Ball's guilt finally got the better of him as he made his choice.
Do it
Yet utterly petrified there was an unnatural amount of confidence in him, as he made his way to the STEM centre.
Apprehensive though assured.
Definitely not something he ever felt before.
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Tennis Ball stopped right outside the entrance and looked back at the scenery behind him. The sun's rays reflected off of the ocean straight into his eyes, causing him to flinch and turn around again. He took deep breaths, giving himself mental words of assurance before setting foot into the building.
This was the day he would finally have the courage to follow through with his plan.
Never in his life had he had such an urge to socialise, to be finally free from the cage of near isolation he had locked himself in. But now he had a chance to escape.
After pacing in one of the main corridors, growing more and more anxious he suddenly caught a glimpse of the stranger, no.. HIS stranger, passing across one end of the corridor. Tennis Ball rushed over to the intersection frantically scanning the area for any sign of them, before spotting their small stature enter a room labelled 'Lounge'. He quickly followed suit and noticed them sitting back on some couch, looking somewhat unobservant.
Truth be said, he didn't actually have a plan.
Even if he did, he wouldn't follow through with it.
After all, situations like these were effectively foreign to him, they always have been.
Tennis Ball hesitantly shuffled over to them from across the trying immensely hard not to garner any attention to him (he had actually gotten really good at this in the past years). He stopped as he reached the edge of the couch... The true weight of reality just hit him. What was he doing?! Tennis Ball was always somewhat detached from his surroundings but as he stood their, casting his attention to whatever was going on, it felt so raw, so powerful.
It was only when Tennis Ball cautiously sat on the other end of the couch, when the smaller object finally turned their attention to him.
They glanced at Tennis Ball, bewildered and looking somewhat annoyed.
Suddenly, Tennis Ball had no clue what to do.
He inhaled about to start speaking when suddenly his throat went completely dry and he struggled to get the words out. "Uh.." he forced an awkward smile, "Umm, I.."
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No, NO YOU IDIOT, THAT'S NOT HOW YOU..
His heart started racing, he was in full panic mode. How was he supposed to do this?? Tennis Ball ashamedly glanced down at the floor. Expected.. He blew his chances, again.
The stranger suddenly spoke up: "My recent observations affirm that you, Tennis Ball, have a 97.2% chance of being a fellow intellectual like me, Golf Ball. I have meticulously analysed you and I have come to the conclusion that I am not the only entity interested in inspiration, creation and innovation."
Tennis Ball looked up again, confused. HE was meant to be the one observing.
"But I was the one analysing, I.. don't understand-"
"Did you really think I didn't notice you, in your miserable little corner??" They started, with a noticeable hint of amusement in their voice, "I know more than you think, Tennis Ball, since I was the one who literally planned the whole thing out.."
Tennis Ball being the socially inept individual he was, frantically searched for what to say.
"Well, maybe we could start something new tomorrow, meet me right here at 2pm sharp." Golf Ball declared and with that, got up to leave.
Tennis Ball could only let his eyes briefly follow them as he slowly let himself sink back into his thoughts.
He had so many questions.. How did they know? What did they even mean? WHAT GENDER ARE THEY?!
But there was a part of him that felt adequately satisfied, something told him his uniqueness would finally be appreciated. He accepted the fate that no one would truly understand his inner workings, but now he began to doubt that concept.
