☆ Control ☆ (COMPLETED)

149: The beginning of the end.

"Shouldn't everyone else be fit to fight before we go?"

"What?! No way I'm going TOMORROW-"

"QUIET!!!" Golfball screamed again, this time speaking before Shampoo could comment. "I KNOW that these are your concerns, and mine, too. But we cannot keep the others waiting much longer, and it is not like we do not have any fighters at all."

"What, do you just expect like, 5 of us to take down their whole ARMY?!" Eraser couldn't believe it, shrugging and turning around. "We've hardly had any time to-"

"We don't HAVE time to spare." Golfball seethed, stepping fowards closer to the group. "Of course I do not want you all to get hurt, and I miss Clock, but unfortunately we do not have time to.. spend like that. We need to get this done, we already have spent way too much time prolonging this.." she faltered, that clearly being hard to say. Her words left a heavy silence, but it was filled shortly after.

"I.. I agree." Anchor smiled uneasily. "I.. I know that might come off as me being biased for my friends.. but.. I-its our best option, even if we don't like it.."

The group didn't seem too convinced, but Golfball didn't care. She cleared her throat momentarily, before beginning to announce her plan regardless of the groups opinions. "Alright! So.. Rubber Spatula is a debuter, therefore it would be good if we could get another debuter to distract or stall them while we work on freeing the others, as it's more likely that Rs will willingly talk to them rather than us. Now." Golfball twisted her body towards Shampoo and Anchor.

"You two are the only remaining debuters, therefore it will have to be one of you."

"Not me." Shampoo instantly rejected and waved his hand in denial, Golfball utterly shocked by how fast he refused the role. "M-Me and that psycho have been on..uh, bad terms, from the very start of the war.. looks like I was right to be skeptical. " Shampoo grumbled grudgingly, Golfball turning hopefully towards the direction of Anchor.

"Well, what about you, hm?"

"-I was on Twos side.. " He gently reminded, looking off with a sad smile. "Rubber Spatula will remember that.. plus I-I'm pretty they hate me and Tree regardless.."

Golfball was dissapointed, her gaze softening... but.. there was always more possibilities. "Hmph.. okay." She looked down, trying to think of another plan, quietness surrounding the group as she went into thought. She seemed to be thinking for a few moments, worrying a few.

Tree raised an eyebrow. "Well? Do you know what to do about that, then?"

"Yes, I do!" She perked up unexpectedly, smiling widely all of a sudden as Trees voice reminded her of something. Her eyes shot over to Blackhole, who was standing and still in Pens form. "YOU can pretend to be a debuter! Simple!" She concluded proudly.

"Would he even fall for that..?" Lollipop didn't like the idea, flashing a glance Blackholes way.. he seemed nervous. "There's a slim chance they might notice something is up, afterall, you can tell it's Blackhole because of the eyes.." she pointed out.

"Yes, well, as long as Rubber Spatula doesn't notice for a minute or two, it will be fine!" Golfball insisted hastily, clearly confident in her claims. "Well, Blackhole, how do you feel about that task? All you will have to do is simply stall Rubber Spatula, long enough for us to try and break the group out of the trance, or better yet, attack Rs."

"Uu...uh .." His lack of response disheartened Golfball, her mouth fading into a frown. Blackhole didn't seem so sure, Tree turning his head to him.

"You don't have to if you don't want to.." Tree reminded softly, but he was mostly only saying this because Tree himself didn't want Blackhole to do that.