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...
Tennis Ball was idly sitting in the same spot in the lounge. Bored, he let his eyes wander around a bit before they settled onto the clock that was hanging on the white, barren wall.
The hands pointed to 1:58pm, just two minutes from the appointed meeting time.
Last night Tennis Ball barely slept. He kept turning in his bed, overthinking. A part of him wanted to believe everything went absolutely fine and that he shouldn't have been so unsettled about the strange encounter. More than enough, though, his mind would jump back to questioning the entire situation. Like why did they act like they knew him? Or what was this whole 'meeting' thing??
"Good, your here according to plan." A sudden voice disrupted his contemplation. Before he could say anything in return, the smaller object spoke up again, in a more commanding tone: "Right, follow me, we've got things to do." All of this was so sudden and unexpected, he tried recall the last time anyone gave him so much undeserved recognition but to no avail.
Tennis Ball rose up to follow Golf Ball but after pacing two meters forward he stopped in his tracks as something on their glossy back caught his eye.
A scar??
He let himself fixate on it.
Why did it look so unnatural??
Golf Ball made it half way out the door before realising his disappearance, they sighed: "Don't dawdle, I don't have all day you know!"
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They walked in silence. Well, in actual fact, he walked in silence. For the most part.
"Ok, get me when I say this." Golf Ball started as they escorted him through the brightly lit corridors in the insipid building, occasionally glancing back at Tennis Ball, who had a perplexed expression plastered on his face. "You're different."
Hearing those words, his mind stopped. He desperately tried to hide the joy slowly creeping to him.
"Out of everyone I've observed, you are the only one to display favourable traits that will sure be useful in this potential collaboration." They both exited the building only to be met with violent bursts of wind, that almost flung them sideways.
"I've been searching and searching.. I just can't do it alone." Golf Ball stammered, trying not to be muted by the wind, now joined by rain. As Golf Ball looked behind again, Tennis Ball gave a look of pure confusion: "Where are we going?" "Aaaand what exactly do you need me for?" "I'm just another insignificant being, what benefit could I possibly bring to you?"
Golf Ball sighed: "Look, I know you are confused, but trust me, if you choose this path it will change your life. I'm currently planning on building something the whole of Goiky has never laid their eyes on before. A recovery centre! I- we can make this a reality. Death shall cease to exist and we will be the ones responsible for such a revolutionary innovation."
Tennis Ball was not one to judge but this idea seemed so senseless. Yes, in ways it seemed like a good idea, but why? Death was essential, but not in the ways one might think.
As they passed through the winding roads in the large city all the while being pelted by the relentless rain and biting wind, he began: "I get your reasoning, but doesn't death make us the lucky ones?"
Tennis Ball didn't notice that Golf Ball slowed their pace down significantly after his remark and inevitably collided with them. Golf Ball just shrugged it off and started walking again, this time placing herself next to him, instead of in front.
"We can discuss this topic later, but I think now is the time for me to properly introduce myself." She proclaimed.
"As you already know, I'm Golf Ball and no I am NOT a male, despite my rather confounding voice. I used to live in Yoyle City and I was the lead scientist in many.. sophisticated projects." She paused and for a second, Tennis Ball swore he noticed a shift in her expression. It kind of reminded him about the earlier occurrence in the library, that occasionally resurfaced in his mind.
He craved answers.
Without thinking, he suddenly asked: "Soooo.. what is it with you and your strange aversion to wall teleporters out of all things?"
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The expression on Golf Ball's Face was something of pure terror and Tennis Ball quickly came to regret asking. She hurriedly tried to erase her emotions in favour of logic and gave a look of false confidence to the now guilty Tennis Ball. He watched as the drops of rain splash onto the pavement, sinking once again into doubt.
