Intro To Existing Again

Ouchie

"We're here!" Fan called to them. The girl with the ball smiled.

"Hi!" She tossed the ball in Fan's general direction, and 3GS scrambled to catch it.

"Are you guys ready to play?" Asked Bot as they approached Fan and 3GS.

"Of course we are!" Said Fan. 3GS only nodded.

"That's great!" Said Clover. She turned to everyone else. "Who wants to pick the teams?!"

—

The soccer game was fun. 3GS realized he kind of missed having a physical activity to do every day, although soccer wasn't exactly the most intense thing he'd ever done in his life. Maybe doing less exhausting activities would be better for him if he were to get back into his daily physical tasks.

"Alright, time out!" One person eventually said. "I'm getting dizzy."

"Psh, wimp."

"Hush yourself."

MePhone3GS watched as the people playing scattered around to sit down. There wasn't really anywhere to sit, so everyone was sitting on the grass or leaning against trees. But one person didn't seem too keen on relaxing during this timeout.

"You."

3GS was approached by a very short guy with a nose ring and a dark purple beanie.

"Me?" 3GS took a step back, as the guy was getting way too close for comfort.

"Who do you think you are, showing off so hard?" His voice was very deep and he spoke very slowly. "Do you think you're better than me?"

3GS would've called this accusation into serious question, but then it hit him that he was so good at this sport that someone accused him of showing off, when he really wasn't trying that hard.

"Maybe," 3GS crossed his arms and smirked. "Or maybe you just... I dunno, suck?"

The guy looked offended, then angry.

"Oh, you have some nerve talking to me that way. I know for sure I'm a hundred times more athletic than you."

"Then why are you mad I was doing well?" 3GS knew he was being a little mean, but his ego felt a lot less fragile talking like this. "Sounds like someone's insecure."

"If I gave it my all I'd crush you like a bug, but I went easy on you because I'm not a show-off! You could learn a thing or two from me."

"I'm not a show-off, you're a show-off!"
"Oh, I'll show you who's a show-off!"

—

"Um... Cabby..."

"Yes, The Floor?" Cabby looked away from the file she was writing in.

"You should come outside," Floory said. "Blueberry and... the gray robot guy just started scuffling real bad in the soccer field. We tried to pry them off each other, but that just ended with Zoetrope getting punched in the face..."

Cabby sighed, stood up, grabbed her crutches, and left the room. When she got to the soccer field, sure enough, there was a fight going down.

"You two!" She snapped, pushing through the crowd around the fight. "Cut that out! Now!"

They did not cut it out, and it was now very apparent to Cabby that this fight was not a fair one. MePhone3GS had his knee on Blueberry's stomach, had him pinned down by the shoulder with one hand, and was repeatedly punching him in the face with the other. Cabby knew from various experiences with MePhone4 that the Meeple robots were a lot stronger than they looked. Blueberry would not be making it out of this in one piece.

"STOP THAT!" Cabby repeated. MePhone3GS did not listen. "GET OFF OF HIM! RIGHT NOW!"

MePhone3GS seemed to finally come to his senses. He ever-so-calmly stood up and took a step back from Blueberry, who now had a nosebleed and a black eye forming.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Cabby approached 3GS with an iron grip on her crutches. "You could've killed him!"

3GS' blank expression turned to something resembling guilt. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize to me! Apologize to him!" Cabby motioned in Blueberry's general direction. 3GS looked at Blueberry, who was staggering to his feet with his hand over his bloody nose.

"Sorry," He said again, before focusing his gaze on the ground. Cabby turned and approached Blueberry.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Mostly," Blueberry mumbled. "I'm gonna... go inside."

And with that he turned and left, leaving MePhone3GS standing in front of all these people he'd just met with somebody else's blood on his hand. Humiliating. How could he let himself lose control like that? Now everybody here thought he was a crazy person who broke people's noses for fun.

"I should go home," He said to nobody in particular before heading to the library to retrieve his stuff. He never wanted to show his face here again.