(Play as pencil, or replace her with an OC! Fourth request ever yippee!! Didn’t know if you wanted pencil or gb pov but I hope this suffices)

Golfball despised that you got it easy, that you joined late. She’s almost sure you would’ve gotten far faster if you were actually in the whole game. Your aggressive, defensive approach to everything made it impossible to like you, not that she wanted to in the first place.

Although, her being the genius she always bloats about, she knows a thing or two about phycology. It is a science, after all.

And anyone with even a hint in a background like hers would see the signs. You isolated yourself yet seemed more anxious when you were alone. The genuine fear that flashed in your eyes when your team lost that once. Your tremble, your breathing, the way your eyes darted. This behaviour stemmed from somewhere.

She wanted answers, she hates it when she doesn’t know something.

Knowing where you were, after show hours at dark she headed towards that dumb little disco room you always seemed to be in. She thought it was dumb, of course. Opening the door she sighs at the lack of light - but knowing that if she tried turning any on she’d be met with a colourful barrage of lights that would hurt her eyes despite the glasses.

Opening both door wide open, the dim moonlight shun upon you huddled up in a corner. She grumbles “that cannot be comfortable,” under her breath as she approaches, standing a large distance from you “why are you not in a room? There are plenty free at the hotel,” she deadpans, her eyes clinical yet curious.