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The sound of joyful chatter could be faintly heard in the distance, presumably every other BFDIA contestant eagerly congratulating Book on making it to the final two.
But not Pin.
Instead she sat under the shade of a far off tree, away from the others. She needed some time to be alone right now.
The sound of her cutlery limbs clinked together as she fidgeted, letting out a sigh as heavy as the question lingering in her mind.
Why did she have to get eliminated?
Why her? She had tried so hard and made it so far, only to be left with nothing. She didn’t even make it to the final three.
She knew she had to be a good sport. That’s what heroic leaders like her did. Which is why she couldn’t let the others see her right now.
She apparently wasn’t doing a very good job, though, as someone approached her from behind.
“Hey.” Called out an unfortunately-too-familiar voice. Pin turned to glance over her shoulder.
Pencil. Pin couldn’t tell if her face was heating up from anger or a hint of something else.
“Ew. Go away.” Pin scoffed, almost immediately looking away from her as to not seem any bit inviting.
“What’re you doing out here?” Pencil asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing. Why do you care?” Pin snapped in response.
“Oh, I don’t. Book was wondering about you. That’s all.”
“I’m fine. I just need go be a-lone. Now go away.” She halfheartedly said.
Snickering, Pencil took a step closer to her, narrowing her eyes.
“Woah, what’s wrong with you? Did someone get out of the wrong side of bed today?”
“I don’t want your sym-pa-thy.”
“I’m not being sympathetic. As if you deserve my sympathy. Or any sympathy at all.”
“Why can’t you just leave me alone, Pen-cil? Take the hint!”
“Ohhhh… Wait… Is this about you getting out? Are you seriously not over that?”
“N-No?! Why would I be worried about something stu-pid like that?!”
“I dunno. Why else are you sulking away from everyone?”
“…”
“Go on…”
“..Oh-kay. Whatever. You win.”
“Come on, Pin. It’s been months since you got out. Why can’t you just let down your ego for one second?”
“It’s just.. I… I was so close. I was real-ee starting to think I had a chance. Sure, I got a bit com-pet-a-tive. But i just didn’t.. want to lose. I had all-ready lost so much. My limbs. My face. My size. I just couldn’t bear losing more..!”
“Sounds like a skill issue to me.”
Pin shook her head in disapproval, glaring at her blankly. This is exactly why she didn’t tell Pencil things.
“You got out before me. You can-not be talking, stupid head.”
“Well, you got more dislikes than me. Twice as many, actually. Imagine..?!”
Pencil sat down beside her, not too close yet close enough to make Pin scoot away slightly.
“If it helps, I wasn’t expecting you to win anyways.” Pencil teased.
“I knew that, dum-ee.”
“Uh.. who do you think’s gonna win..?”
Pin glanced over at Pencil confusingly. Had Pencil just asked her a genuine question? Was she trying to make small talk? With HER?
“Huh..? Uhm.. I don’t know. I don’t really care any-more. This show’s a LOT more bor-ing now that I’m out. and Coin-ee too, I su-pose.”
“But if you had to choose?”
“Eh. Book or Nee-dle. Also, stop this.”
“Stop what?”
“What-e-ver it is you’re doing. Talking to me like I’m a norm-al person. It’s not working.”
“Oh jeez, sorry...” She spoke sarcastically.
“Y’know, I’m blaming you and your idi-o-tic little team for this. I’d prob-ab-ly still be in the game if it weren’t for them. Oh yeah, and I wouldn’t look like this.”
Pin gestured down towards her limbs.
“Oh wow. Blaming everyone else but yourself now. What happened to “heroic leader?” Heh, more like “sore loser.”
“What?! Don’t act like Ice Cube and Roo-bee didn’t use their prizes against me!”
“They had good reason!”
“Grr! You fil-thy loos-er!”
“What did you just call me?!”
“A loos-er! ‘Cause that’s what you are!”
“Excuse me! I’m not a loser!”
“Yes you are! You’re no-where near as brave and her-o-ic like me!” Pin’s spoon arm laid where her chest would be, putting on a cocky expression.
“Hey, I can be brave and fearless too!”
“Oh really, now?” Pin raised an eyebrow.
“Yes really. I’ll prove it too. Just you watch.”
“And how’re you gon-na do THAT?”
“I, uhhh..”
Shoot. Pencil hadn’t thought this through very well.
“Why don’t you tell me, Pin? I just have sooooo many ways I could prove it, but I wanna hear what you think!”
“Not convincing. But hmm. Let me think..” Pin pondered, racking her brain for an utterly embarrassing thing to challenge Pencil to do. Something Pencil would NEVER want to do.
And then it hit her.
Something downright appalling.
A rather devious grin spread across her face as she looked back to Pencil.
“Kiss me! Y-Yeah! I bet you could ne-ver do it!” Pin smirked, pointing her knife arm towards Pencil’s face.
She didn’t really mean it. She was mainly propositioning this to get a reaction out of Pencil.
“What?! Ew!! No way!!” Pencil swatted Pin’s arm away from her face.
“See? You’re a loos-er then! A big, fat, stin-key good for nothing LOOS-ER!” Pin cackled to herself.
“Okay, that’s it! Fine, I’ll kiss you! If it means you’ll shut up!”
“Wait, see-ree-isly? Alright then. A deal’s a deal.” Pin was somewhat surprised, having not expecting Pencil to actually accept her half-joke challenge.
They scooted closer and closer. Almost too close. They now shared a proximity that would usually be preposterous for their standards.
And yet, neither of them protested or pulled away before it was too late.
Pencil’s lips parted slightly as she inched ever so slightly toward Pin, hands moving to rest near places she’d once never dare become that close to.
Pin glanced down at Pencil’s lips for a second, cheeks tinting green as she angrily tried to come up with a quip.
“You-“
Pin didn’t get to complain, being cut off as Pencil fully closed the distance between them, fervently kissing Pin on her mouth.
And to Pencil’s surprise, Pin kissed her back.
It started out testing and soft. Pin let out a half annoyed murmur against Pencil’s lips, presumably something about how much she hated this, or hated Pencil.
Pencil chuckled in response, hand moving to clutch Pin’s side, practically anchoring herself to her.
They pulled away, faces heated up and heart rates accelerating.
“Eugh..! You taste awful.” Pencil whined.
“Well, you’re a terr-ee-ble kisser.”
“S-Stupid.”
“Ugly.”
“Menace.”
“Dis-grace.”
“The worst team leader in Goiky.”
“Says you. Freesmart? More like “Fart-dumb!”
“Wooow… Sooo creative… I’m soooo offended!”
“You shut up!”
“Make me.”
“Grrr!”
Pin initiated another kiss, this one more heated and deep than the first. They were nearly open-mouth kissing at this point, tongues occasionally brushing against each other.
They also occasionally broke for air, eyes gazing deeply into the other’s.
“I’m telling you.. I’m really.. gonna regret this.. later..” Pencil said through her gasps for air, during one of their brief, periodic moments of eye contact.
“I’m.. al-ready.. re-gretting it..”
“T-Then why won’t you stop?!”
“So you re-gret it even MORE later!”
“I hate you. I hate you so much.”
“Tell me some-thing I don’t already know, dumb-ass.”
“Fuck. fuck you, Pin.”
“Fuck you too, Pen-cil.”
They kissed again. And again. As much as they both desperately wanted this moment to end, they somehow found it nearly impossible to want to pull away. For Pin, it was probably because of Pencil’s “terrible” kissing skills. And Pencil was lost to Pin’s “awful” taste.
Suddenly overpowering her, Pin moved to practically be on top of Pencil by pinning her to the ground by her wrists. She snickered to herself at how easily she was able to dominate her.
She pulled away slightly, hovering right in front of Pencil’s almost dazed face.
“You’re pa-the-tic~”
Pencil forcefully shoved Pin off of her, seemingly caught off guard by the advance. Horror flashed across her face as she snapped back to reality, realizing that what just happened wasn’t supposed to. At all.
Because Pin was her arch enemy.
She just practically made out with her arch enemy.
“C-Cut it out, Pin! What the heck was that?! S-Someone might’ve seen us!”
“O-Oh my pin factory. That was the most re-pul-sive, dis-gust-ing thing I have ever experienced.”
“Ew, ew, ew, EWW! I CANNOT believe we actually did that!”
“I did-n’t think you’d act-u-ally do it!”
“I had to prove myself somehow!”
“Yeah, oh-kay! What-ever! Point proven! I was mostly KID-DING!”
“How was I supposed to know that?! And also, You didn’t have to go that far!”
Pencil sat up, trying to avoid eye contact with Pin. she was struggling to wrap her head around what the hell had just happened.
“Don’t think i’m going to be all buddy-buddy with you now. I still want you dead.” Pencil declared.
“As if. I’m not unlucky e-nough to have to deal with being your friend.”
A rather awkward silence fell over them as they sat beside each other under the tree. Pin had completely forgotten whatever it was that was plaguing her earlier. Instead, her mind raced with thoughts of Pencil, replaying the kiss and its details again in her head. She groaned, planting her face into a hand while the other clutched the grass beneath her.
Pencil was first to break the silence.
“So i’m as brave and heroic as you?”
Pin didn’t respond, shooting Pencil a side eye that doubled as a glare.
A couple minutes passed until Pencil cleared her throat. There wasn’t much point in staying here, as holding a conversation with Pin right now seemed almost as impossible as setting foot on Dream Island.
“I’m probably gonna go back now. You comin’ or what?”
“I’ll be there in a min-it or two.”
“Oh. Joy.”
“What?! You asked!”
“Cause I need to tell Book something.”
Pin made quotation marks with her fingers as she spoke.
“Sure. “Book.”
“Yeah, alright. Keep being delusional.”
Arms crossed, Pencil stood up from the shade to walk back to the group. she only took a couple steps before Pin stood up as well.
“Pen-cil?”
Pencil turned her head over her shoulder to look back at Pin, glaring daggers at her.
“What?”
“I bet you’re too much of a loser to want to con-tin-ue this lay-ter! Not that I’d… Want to, or an-ee-thing..”
“Great. I’ll be counting down the seconds.” Pencil scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, I bet. You’re ob-sessed with me.”
“In your dreams, Pinhead.”
“Eh. Sounds more like a night-mare.”
“YOU’RE my worst nightmare!”
“And proud!”
Pencil groaned, storming away from her at last. Pin slumped back down against the tree, muttering curse words under her breath.
God, she really hated Pencil.
Or more so, hated how Pencil made her feel.