A spare is when you knock down all ten pins over the course of your two attempts. In case you don't know yet, a strike is when you knock down all ten pins on your first attempt. She wiggled a bit in excitement, ready to help somebody get a strike.Bowling strikes and cleaning up spares require that you concentrate and relax throughout your bowling motions. The other pins hated it, but Betty loved it. She was waiting to do what she did best - being stricken down by a ball. Gotta wait until opening." She mutters again. where am." She mutters, her new mind quickly becoming accepting of her surroundings already. The final changes came forward, the red stripes being added around where her neck was.īetty regained her consciousness, her memories fading away by the second. She felt her face and hair phase to the new bowling pin like body, her mouth drooling a bit. Once the proper changes began to reach her head, her mind had deteriorated and changed, her thoughts becoming a bit simplistic. Her body became white and wood, most of her features on her body disappearing as her shoulders shrank and smoothed out below, her legs forming into one flat surface, her head also shrinking and sticking up a bit, as if she were some sort of simplistic doll. Her arms melted to her sides to, smoothing out to create a nice cylindrical shape. She felt her legs merge within each other, melting together into a slowly shrinking leg, her clothes beginning to tear away. She was wondering what was up with her, but she couldn't bring herself to let out any words, as the changes began. "Huh." she quietly mumbles, instinctively putting her arms to her side, standing straight, her vision getting blurry. Before she could think on that a bit more, she felt herself doing it without hesitation. She felt oddly compelled to stand where the missing pin was. ".Gotta get a new one out of the back, fuckin'." she mutters to herself as she gets up, but then something strikes her in the mind. "Bet it'd be a kink in the bowling pin world, heh heh." She says to herself jokingly, out of the blue.Īs she moves on to the next lane and kneels down next to the pins, she notices something peculiar. It must be scary, nobody would want to go through that. As she cleaned those pins, the thoughts of their lives wouldn't leave her own thoughts. "Sounds like a cartoon short." she says as she finishes the pins on that lane, moving onto the next one. Every day, and almost every waking hour, they get crashed into by a big ball. She thought about these pins for a bit, wondering how dull and scary their life must be. She went to the first lane's pins, picking each one up one at a time and cleaning them off. She had some time alone with her thoughts in this quiet, empty bowling alley. She sighed, stepping out of the back room, with her having a nice wet rag to give the pins some shine. Needless to say, it wasn't working out for her very well. She just wanted to take in the sights of her favorite pastime when she was young while at the job. This isn't exactly what she signed up for when she wanted to work at the bowling alley. She had to polish each and every single pin in the place after closing.