Infernal Spirit | GOLF BALL IDFB AU

1 | Barriers and Pitfalls

CONTENT WARNING: DESCRIBED SUICIDE (although not very well/descriptive), SPIRALING

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Golf Ball could never handle her past. It wasn't exactly like anyone had ever asked her about it, and she wasn't one for sharing information unless it benefited on her end.

Golf Ball often forgot about her past on her own will and behalf. When you were TPOT's future winner, there were simply better things to worry about than something that might have just been all in your head. Something that could have been a nightmare one night when you were young. Something that's been altered so many times you're not sure what the truth is anymore.

Something that just may have been—

"Golf Ball?" A gentle and nothing short of worried voice rang out, pulling the shorter scientist from her state of absentminded reminiscence. Golf Ball had to blink a few times before glancing up to meet the eyes of her long-time best friend and co-scientist.

Tennis Ball.

"You've been out here for quite a while, Golfy. Don't you want to come inside?" Tennis Ball spoke softly, taking his seat next to her under a tree.

He'd become very used to his dimpled friend spending most of her time alone under this tree, staring holes into the ground. He could be chatting with his friends, or taking a stroll to clear his mind, and still he'd catch himself glancing at her under the tree. Her staring eyes.

Her recent habit of zoning out for hours, of course, worried Tennis Ball to no end. Golf Ball had been in this cycle for weeks now. It was like her to have to take breaks to herself every now and then, but every waking hour of every day? It just wasn't his Golf Ball. 

".....Yes.. I suppose.. I should go inside.." Golf Ball responded with a distant tone as she stood up. No, she did not want to go inside and be left alone in bed with her thoughts, but that's always how it ended up, wasn't it?

Golf Ball the lonely leader.
Golf Ball the bossy bot.

Golf Ball the rude, mean, loud ball. Known for being unable to be "friendly" and.. win game shows for islands or powers, apparently. Who was destined to be alone because for some reason, she didn't know how to be kind and likable like every other object. 

She winced as Tennis Ball tapped his foot lightly against her side. Right. She was in a state of existence, and that meant conversation.

Tennis Ball frowned. There she was again, spiraling herself into a hole, like a drill.
"There you are.." He began, then shut his mouth, because he wasn't sure exactly what to say that would even begin this conversation. He motioned for her to come sit back next to her, tugging her leg gently down with his own. He could force her to go back inside the hotel later, after he'd gotten some answers out of his friend. 

Golf Ball sat with a slight "uff-!", shooting a slight displeased glance at her friend, then sighing audibly. She knew what was coming next, and she didn't hesitate to announce her annoyance that they were going to do this for the 5th time this week. While his worry was appreciated, it miffed her to no end.

"You know you can-"

"No."

"I'm always here to listen, GB-"

"I have absolutely nothing to say to you, Tennis Ball."

Silence came over the two scientists once more, faces filled with distaste for the situation, albeit for different reasons. Tennis Ball was absolutely frustrated, and just couldn't understand why she couldn't be open and real with him. Even after fifteen years and five seasons of friendship and competitions, had it still not been enough to prove to her that he'd steal the sun itself if she wished to research it? Had Golf Ball failed to understand that if she asked him the impossible, he would invent a new way to complete it just to see that smile of proud completion on her face?  For science's sake, he just wanted to see that smile on her face again. He was tired of the silence, and otherwise of the fighting when he managed to get more than a word or two out of her.