"ROCKY?"

Tennis Ball's voice broke the peace in the city. His voice was dim with concern, yet high enough to be heard from afar.

Usually, around this time, his small friend came by and him, himself and GB would go check on the wall teleporter.

But today, he wasn't seen at all.
Not even wandering around, as usual.

Golf Ball walked up to Tennis Ball, her head shaking.
"I asked nearly EVERYONE if they have seen Rocky. No one has seen him all day."

Tennis Ball looked around with worry.
"Where could he be? He's never been gone for this long!" The anxiety began to get the best of him.

Golf Ball patted his back in sympathy and looked around.
"You have to calm down, there's a good 94.36% chance that Rocky couldn't have gone far. Maybe he just went out for a walk?"

"Which means HE COULD BE LOST!" Tennis Ball's voice broke.

Golf Ball grunted and rolled her eyes.
"Alright TB, calm down, and I'll check around Goiky to see if he's hanging out by the canal. You check around the fields and the Locker of Losers to see if he wandered off over there again." Golf Ball looked straight into TB's eyes, her eyes filled with both annoyance, yet determination to find their little friend.

Tennis Ball took a shaky sigh, before nodding his head. Golf Ball smiled as she gave him another pat, before walking off.

He took a deep breath.
"Alright, all I have to do, is simply look around and inside a few buildings he's been in before. He's fine! He's okay!" He forced himself to smile, and believe the thought.
When he gained enough comfort at the thought, he quickly began to search around.

He looked inside, and outside, out and around, over and under...

No luck.

He then began to make his way to the Locker of Losers.
But before he made it, he passed the deteriorated Recovery Center. The gears were now covered in cobwebs and dust, and the screen and corners were cracked.
He frowned.
"Maybe I could try to make it work...maybe it needs a small touch up?" He thought to himself.
It did break down, maybe it was the gears? The machinery?

No.

He shook his head, and continued to walk forward.
He had to look for Rocky.

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"Anyone in there?"

Tennis Ball smirked as groans of annoyance came from inside the large, blue metal box.
The Locker of Losers.

Tennis Ball laughed and waited for everyone's complaints to die down a bit.

"Don't you have anything better to do?!" A high pitched voice rang from inside.

"Well I mean, I'm trying to find ways on getting you guys out from there. What about you Bell? Are you doing anything productive in there?" He chuckled.

A few dings could be heard, as she sighed angrily.

"Alright Tennis Ball, are you planning to get us out, or what?" Donut questioned.

"What? No. Not yet."

Even more groans.

"I haven't gotten the wall teleporter to charge any faster. It's taking a serious amount of time for it to reach its maximum capacity, and, well, yknow, if you guys want to get out, you have to be patient." His voice was firm and to the point.

Donut sighed.

"Anyways, that's not why I'm here. Have you guys seen-"

"SEEN?!" Nearly everyone yelled together in unison, anger beginning to bubble up from their tones.

Tennis Ball laughed nervously.

"I'm sorry- have you guys HEARD, of Rocky?"

"Well, duh, he's that funky little rock dude you and bossy-bot always hang around with." Blocky's voice sighed out.

"Well- ugh, yes, I know that, but have you like? Heard him around here? Heard him barf? Say anything? Sneeze? Cough???" His voice began to shake with concern.

"Woah woah, dude, calm down." Pen's voice soothed Tennis Ball. He gulped slowly, and a crooked smile escaped from his lips.

"Y-Yeah...um...has he been around here...?"

A pause.

"No...we haven't heard from him at all today. We heard him barf nearby yesterday, but...not today." Pen explained.

"Is something going on? What happened?" A auto tuned voice filled the Locker of Losers. It was Puffball.

Tennis Ball shook his head, and leaned against the cold, metal walls.

"He was fine yesterday, but he hasn't been seen at all this morning. I walked him over to his place, his small room? And left...but when I went to the usual spot where he usually meets up with me and GB.." he paused, trying to maintain the calmness in his voice.
"He didn't come. I looked at his place. He wasn't there. The entire city, I searched and searched...nothing."

His eyes began to sting with hot tears.
"And after what happened with Firey, I fear that something must've happened...maybe he's hurt..or-"

"Wait! Firey?"

He looked up.

"What happened to Firey? Is he okay?" Blocky questioned, his voice beginning to grow with concern.

Tennis Ball looked down, and sighed.

"Firey..is dead, Blocky."

"WHAT?!"

Many voices and questions began to erupt from the large, over-sized tin box. Overwhelmed, Tennis Ball quickly walked by a small patch of grass and sat down, shutting his eyes and ever-so-gently rocking himself back and fourth. Questions and thoughts swirled through his aching mind as he tried to calm himself down, and soon, he vision began to blur and darken quickly.

He was beginning to black out.
A high-ring filled his ears as he suddenly remembered Firey's face.
The way blood oozed from his mouth like a waterfall.
The tears of blood that rolled down his face.
His legs..

Rocky..
His small legs..
His eyes..
Rocky...

....

TB...

...Tennis Ball........? T...ennis Ball......

.......

"TENNIS BALL!"

His body jerked forward as he looked around quickly. He quickly regained his surroundings before trudging carefully towards the Locker of Losers.

"Yoyle City to Tennis Ball! What the hell happened to Firey?!"

He winced. He didn't have time for this, and he surely didn't want to explain to them, but...

"Okay, to make a long story short, Firey was found after supposedly 'falling' to his death. Our hypothesis back then was that he somehow managed to escape the cage he was kept hostage in, but lost balance and fell to his death."

He took a breath.

"But something...strange happened. Me and GB we're going to try and bury the body to at least let Firey rest in piece, but when we went for the body, his hands were cut clean off. So now, this new information leads to my new hypothesis; This was no accident. Whatever...or whoever did this had the sole purpose to get rid of Firey. And since the recovery centers are no longer in use...they seemed to have gotten rid of him, permanently."

A heavy silence crushed the entire atmosphere as no one dared to speak from inside the Locker of Losers.

"Leafy."

The sudden voice made Tennis Ball jump.

"It has to be Leafy." Blocky's voice muttered somberly as he let out a sigh.

"She hasn't been seen ever since BFDIA; which means she's still out there. And since she's the only one; well, besides Coiny...and Flower, and the alliance...who has been on very bad terms with him, she must have done this to get revenge on him."

Tennis Ball thought for a moment, and looked around.

"But where could she be?"

"Hell if we know buddy." Snowball knocked from inside.
"But one things for sure; you better find her and make her pay."

Tennis Ball cocked his head to the side, curiously.
"But why? She's gotten what she wanted, why would she-"

Suddenly, realization stabbed Tennis Ball in his mind as his eyes widened.

Rocky.

Leafy.

She's still out there.

Tennis Ball began to panic.

"WHAT A-AM I DOING?! I HAVE TO GO! ROCKY!!" He cried out before running off.

As he ran, he could hear the worried yells from the Chamber.

And as the yells got quieter and quieter, the last thing he heard before tumbling through the woods was a quiet,
"Good luck."

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"ROCKY?"

Golf Ball stomped around aimlessly, looking for her small friend. Her eyebrows were furrowed together in frustration; she's been searching for precisely two hours now.

"This ISN'T funny Rocky! We're not playing hide n' seek! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

She continued to stomp around, her small feet crunching dead leaves and grass beneath them.

She looked around, before making her way through the long pathway to the canal. She wanted to make sure Rocky wasn't in a patch of grass; he had the tendency to do so after multiple experiences.

She sighed.
This was going NOWHERE.

And if he was just in his room, the chances of her yelling at TB for wasting their time would be 87.492%.

She continued walking, the sun shining brightly along the path. The aroma of a odd smell began to linger towards her, making her cringe.

She continued walking, the putrid smell getting stronger and stronger.

"Ugh, what is that?! Is there something dead by here or what?!" She yelled out angrily.

She stomped harder, until, off in the distance of the trail, she saw a small, blurry orb.

It HAS to be Rocky.

Golf Ball didn't have the best vision out there, but she knew her acquaintances well enough to spot them from miles away.

She began to stomp over to the blue, angrily.

"Rocky, you better have a GOOD explanation for this!" She scowled angrily.

No answer.

She rolled her eyes, and stomped faster.
"Rocky, what have I told you before?! You have to ANSWER ME! Not knowing how to talk DOESN'T mean you can't make eye contact!"

Nothing.

"ROCKY! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH-"

Her words were soon cut off as she suddenly saw what was in front of her.
There was Rocky.

His eyes glossy and pale, a single, pale, tear staining his cheek. A deep, bleeding wound dug deep into his forehead, as the blood was still gushing all over the ground around him.
His mouth was stained with dried blood and bits of vomit, as his legs...were missing.
All that was left was two, small nubs, still oozing out blood...the bone completely visible.

It only took a few seconds, before Golf Ball stumbled back from shock. Losing her balance, she quickly tripped and fell, suddenly rolling away from Rocky at an alarming speed. She let out a few startled yelps before she collided with a street pole, head first. She was immediately knocked out, slowly sinking down and collapsing onto the pavement.
And then, silence.

....

Until quick, quiet footsteps were heard from the distance, getting louder and louder.

Tennis Ball.

"ROCKY?! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

He ran as fast as he could, his lungs burning and beads of sweat dripping down his face. 

He HAD TO FIND ROCKY. NOW.

He continued to run until he skidded to a halt, after noticing,

Golf Ball. 

She laid on the ground, a dark, purple bump beginning to form on her forehead.

Crap GB...

Tennis Ball quickly looked around, before shifting her into a more comfortable position. 

"I'll be right back GB, just hang in there...." he muttered, before quickly running off.

She was nearby. 

She did this.

She did this as a way of distraction.

Tennis Ball continued to dash through the path, anxiety stabbing his mind like icicles. He was petrified, something wasn't right.

He continued to run before...

Tennis Ball froze. 

His eyes widened in fear as he looked down upon Rocky's corpse, which was laying on the ground. Rocky's glossy eyes stared straight into Tennis Ball.

Blame.

Guilt.

Shame.

It wasn't long before a loud scream was heard through out the city, as Tennis Ball collapsed and sobbed next to Rocky's dead body.

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Aight everyone, sorry if this was kinda rushed, but boom! part? 9? 10?  i forgot

ANYWAYS hope u guys enjoyed!!
my birthday is tomorrow so im just gonna. party? yea

enjoy!!

~ ice