"Pin-"

Golfball's sentence was soon cut short, as Pin instantaneously gripped Golfball's head angrily. Her fingers dug into the back of the smaller figures head, and, in an instant, lifted her from the ground. Golfball began to kick her legs rapidly; a burning sensation rising from the pressure of Pin's fingers as they clawed into her head. The tips of her feet could no longer touch the ground, as she tried to release herself from the grip. She couldn't speak, fear and shock numbing her enough to refrain her from making a sound. Pin panted a bit, before her gaze turned towards the small, panicking figure within her hands.

"Looking for something...?" Pin's hoarse voice made a chill shock its way through Golfball. She stayed silent, not daring to respond to-

"ANSWER ME."

Fuck.

"W-What do you want from me...?" Golfball whispered, feeling her limbs beginning to tremble out of fear. "I-I can give you...the teleporter..."

"Golfball."

"I can give you my entire laboratory Pin just leave me out of this please I can't-"

"Oh...I'm sorry, but you've seem to mistaken me for someone who gives a shit." Pin interrupted coldly, as she raised the smaller figure upwards. Golfball flinched, as she felt the pain in her head grow and grow; Pin's strength increasing as well. "I don't care about what you could give me, or what you can't go through, but there is one thing...I would like."

"A-And that is...?" A nervous grin grew on Golfball's face, as beads of sweat began to slowly trail down the sides of her face. Pin giggled a bit, before she suddenly slammed Golfball's face against the display case. A loud crack broke through the air, as Golfball let out a pained yelp, feeling the pain quickly zap through her face. Pin lifted her back up, and took a quick glance at the weakened figure in her hands;

Golfball's eyes began to droop down towards the ground, as her ground was slanted slightly. A trickle of blood slowly made its way down the corner of her lip. Pin began to giggle at the sight.

The smartest, wittiest, and sharpest contestant in BFDI...

The bozo-brain bossy bot, as Pencil liked to call her...

Was pathetic.

Weak.

Helpless...

"Huh...You aren't looking so good there, Golfball.." Pin whispered, as she held her closer. Golfball shook her head, as she angrily spit out the blood that filled in her mouth...as well as a tooth.

"Oh! Well thats new..." Pin giggled.

"F-..Fuck you." Golfball's voice broke. "Monster....You m-monster..."

Her lips suddenly clasped shut after the words had danced off of her lips.

Regret.

"Ah...I see..." Pin sighed out, as she slowly lifted Golfball upwards once more. She began to panic.

"Wait, WAIT! I-"

Before she could finish, Pin slammed Golfball against the glass case once more. She heard the cracks of the glass crawl through the air, as she began to slam Golfball's face against the glass display, before her head began to fill with white noise. Golfball's mouth was wide open; Pin didn't know if she was screaming...or trying to. She continued to slam her face against the glass, using more and more of her strength to slam her as hard as she could.

For a few moments, the white noise began to fade away... letting her ears welcome the screams and guttural cries from the scientist. She watched as her face contorted each time it slammed against the glass, and after more and more slamming against the case...

Blood.

Droplets of blood began to fly through the air, as Pin could feel the liquid splattering all over her face. A large, gaping crack formed at the center of Golfball's forehead, as blood began to gush and squirt out of the open wound. The glass was already deteriorating; shards jabbed into Golfball's eyes, cheeks, face; Her limbs twitched every now and then, and her eyes quickly glanced up to face Pin. They shined with fear and anger, cursing the figure that stood over her with a nasty grin plastered on her face.

Pin quickly noticed, and slammed her down against the ground, her body letting off a hard thud. Golfball withered and squirmed in pain, a pool of blood suddenly pouring down onto the dirt-covered tiles below them.

Pin smiled. She could hear her struggles breaths, and see her pained movements. She kneeled down towards her level, and broke the silence.

"Had enough...?" She whispered coldly. Golfball wheezed slightly, before she looked towards her.

"N-..."

"What was that?"

"N..no.." Golfball spat out, blood trickling down her chin. Pin sighed, before she picked the figure up once more.

Regret immediately hit her, as she began to scream as loud as she could, letting her limbs thrash around madly. As Pin lifted her for one final blow...

"Golfball! I think I finally found a piece!"

SHIT-

"It was simply by the metals; strangely close to the astronomical inventions, but I feel like this piece would help the Recovery Center get back into working order!" Tennis Ball happily explained, as he made his way down the steps. The large, metallic engine laid on his head, as he carefully maintained his balance to keep it perfectly still. He reached the bottom step- and put the engine down next to the wall.

"What do you think, GB?"

"T-Tennis-" the voice gasped. "Ball..."

His head lifted up, as his eyes suddenly gazed over the horrific picture that painted around before him:

Golfball's face was mangled and torn; blood gushing down her eyes, her mouth, and even from a painfully swollen hole on the middle of her forehead. Shards of glass shined as they stood out from her face, and a few shards...and teeth...were scattered around her.

Holding her small, frail body was Pin. A crazed grin was pasted onto her face, as blood splattered and stained her entire body. Dark bags hung under her eyes, as she began to wave towards the figure, a giggle escaping her lips.

"Came back for her, I see?" Pin exclaimed, as she threw her down once more. Tennis Ball quickly ran towards the squirming figure, carefully scooping her into his legs. He began to move her head, trying to inspect the severity of her wounds, and trying to hold himself together.

But he failed the second part; tears twinkled down his cheeks as a small shudder escaped his lips.

"G-GB, look at me, don't go to sleep okay?" He muttered, as he began to press his foot (hand?? HAND???) against her injury on her forehead. Golfball winced; the pressure making her head numb out a bit.

She didn't have TIME for this!

If she was going to die...

"T-Tennis Ball-" she whined out, blood spurting out from her mouth. Tennis Ball hushed her, but she didn't let that stop her.

"TB..!"

"WHAT, GB?!" Tennis Ball cried out, his voice breaking a bit. Golf Ball winced at his exclamation, but her eyes slowly dragged themselves open, as she stared into his lime-tinted eyes. A tear began to roll down his cheek, as he slowly leaned in, and let his lips interlock with hers. This only lasted for a few seconds; GB didn't want to make this harder than it was.

There was enough damage to her skull, because for a moment...

She didn't recognize who the fuzzy, round figure was, trying to kiss her.

But then, it came back.

Using the remaining amount of energy she had left, she threw herself away from the worried figure, and in a loud, trembling voice, she screamed out...

"RUN!"

Tennis Ball stared at her, and his eyes darted back towards the bloodied figure that began to make its way towards Golfball. He had to stop her.

He had to stop her.

GET HER!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

GO!

"RUN, TB!" Golfball screamed out once more, blood now pouring down her mouth. She watched as Tennis Ball quickly snapped back into reality; and after he exchanged a pained, sorrowful look, he turned away, and dashed out of the museum.

Pin suddenly stopped in her tracks.

GET HIM!

She dashed out of the museum, and began to sprint towards the running figure. Her head pounded with anger as she began to get closer, and closer...

Until he tripped.

His rounded body bounced a bit, before it speedily rolled down the street...

And saw as he began to roll into the thickened woods.

WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!

HE KNOWS NOW. THERE ARE STILL PEOPLE OUT THERE, AND NOW THEY ARE GOING TO KNOW THE TRUTH. GOLFBALL ISN'T DEAD, TENNIS BALL IS RUNNING AWAY, HOW-

"Let me handle this on my own." Pin muttered angrily, as she began to stomp back towards the museum.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, "HANDLE IT ON YOUR OWN?!"

YOU HAVE GONE OVER THE LINE, PIN. YOU AREN'T-

"I have some unfinished business to attend to, now ZIP IT." She gritted through her teeth. After a moment, Pin slammed the door open, and quickly looked down towards the floor.

PIN.

PIN, WHERE IS SHE?!

Pools of blood stained the deteriorated tiles, as Pin began to look around quickly.

"How the hell...?" She muttered. She stepped forward, as she began to look for the smaller figure. Her eyes gaze upon a trail of blood that led towards the doorway, as she began to feel her heart pound angrily.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOLFBALL." She screamed out, not recognizing the voice that reverberated through the walls. She jumped a bit, before she began to stomp around the exhibits angrily.

"I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY. WHY ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME ANYWAYS?! YOU'RE ALREADY DONE FOR."

"N-..Not yet..."

A sharp pain suddenly bursted through Pin's side, as her gaze slowly trailed down to where it hurt.

An arrow plunged into her side, blood suddenly gushing out of her wound. She tried to step forward, but the arrow plunged deeper into her side as she slipped on a puddle of blood, and fell right onto her back. A scream of agony bubbled through her lips, as she noticed a tiny figure dragging herself towards Pin. As she heard her footsteps get louder, and louder...

Act.

Fake it.

You've fucked this all up, and now you have to hurry this up and get this over with ASAP.

With that, Pin began to let her limbs twitch and jolt, as she began to feel more blood gush out of her wound. She let her eyes roll back into her head, as she let her twitching and jolting die down. As she opened her eyes, she saw Golfball peering down at her, her eyes blazing with anger and vengeance at the squirming body.

Act.

Pin let out a soft exhale, as her eyes gazed upwards.

Act.

She laid still, her movements coming to a rest.

Act.

Silence...

Golfball let out a shudder of pain, as she slowly turned her body around. She began to limp away, cautiously avoiding the pools of blood that splattered all around her.

The deed was done. It was all...her. She didn't expect it, but...thankfully, she had the time to do what she did.

...

Wait, what did she do..?

Her memory...

Golfball shook her head, her vision beginning to darken out once again. Her mind filled with a thick and heavy fog, refraining the memories she had from passing through it. She didn't know what was going on;

What is she gonna do...?

"Th-...There's a good..eleventy...one% chance, he ran away.." She mumbled to herself, her words beginning to slur together. A moment passed, before her eyes widened at the odd number that had escaped from her lips;

Her mind was melting.

She continued to limp forwards clumsily, coughing up blood that splattered below her. She could see the door ahead, and hopefully...he was hiding somewhere nearby. Or maybe he fell and...

No.

He's strong. He may be clumsy, but he could outrun that...monster. Golfball continued to limp towards the broken door, sunlight pouring into the museum. All she could do, was get out, and pray that she would see..him..alive, and hidden.

But what if she got him?

What if he's...

No.

He couldn't have left her...

She liked him.

Who again...?

Who was...he..?

She couldn't remember...

"W-..Whatever...I have to find..him.." She uttered. "I-I...love him..."

"Oh...You did, didn't you...?"

Suddenly, a hand slapped over Golfball's head, and lifted her high off of the ground. Golfball froze, as she felt the fingers squeeze her bashed in skull. Pin leaned in, and giggled a bit at the frightened scientist.

"Well, I surely did miss something between you two."

"P-Pin, please-"

"I'd never think that Tennis Ball was brave enough to confess to you, but.."

"P-Please, I just-"

"I felt the same way about...him...you know..."

"D-Don't hurt him, please-"

"...Why."

Golfball looked up. "Wh..What..?"

"Why." Pin gritted through her teeth. "Why should I spare him.."

Golfball stayed silent, staring down at the broken, blood-covered tiles on the floor. Pin growled angrily, as she shook the smaller figure. Golfball yelped, and Pin silenced her with a yell.

"WHY SHOULD I SPARE HIM, GOLFBALL." She grinned angrily.

"I-I LOVE HIM! I LOVE HIM, J-JUST LET HIM GO." She screamed out.

"That's strange...I never thought that you could even show love..."

"H-He makes me feel..comfortable. He's nice, smart, and he's...tolerable. U-Unlike everyone else.." Golfball uttered underneath her breath. This made Pin laugh, as she began to walk back towards the display case.

"Did you tell him that yet..?"

"Y-.." Golfball paused. "I-...uh.."

"Oh? You haven't? I thought you did last night..." Pin chuckled. Golfball's eyes widened angrily, as she began to wave her legs back and fourth.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" She screamed out angrily. 

"Hmm...I should, shouldn't I..." Pin hummed, as she began to look around at the inventions in the display case. "You really do love him, don't you..."

"I-I do, okay? P-Please.."

Silence. That is...

"Oh Golfball...You're so funny, you know that?" Pin giggled out, as she slowly began to lift GB into the air. Golfball's eyes widened in fear, as she began to thrash around in fear.

"W-WAIT, PIN, PLEASE!"

"I'm sorry Golfball..."

A scream suddenly escaped Golfball's lips, as Pin prepared to slam her against the sharpened edge of the display case.

"But if I can't love anymore...no one can..."

And with that, Pin swung down...

A large, cracking noise echoed through out the museum, as well as the sound of blood splattering through out the floor, and the case. A hack escaped her lips for a second, until Pin lifted her once more, and...

BANG.

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SO THE SHOW OF MINE WENT REALLY WELL!! Today is my last performance and that means I'll have more time to write!! (Also for those who wanted to know: the musical I'm in is called 'Urinetown' (WEIRD NAME BUT ITS REALLY GOOD I PROMISE))

BUT HELLO!! How is everyone? Its been a while

a HUGE insp liked supernova and i almost cried i was like "y....you liked it. you.....liked that chaotic story."

anyways, yea, gb got her head bashed in...poor girl

and tb is just out there......

but ah, thats how it be sometimes, yknow?

anyways, enjoy :)

~ice