THAT'S ENOUGH SLICES. || An Object Show Crossover

I: Ah shit, here we go again.

Bryce looked forward to his freedom too, though he saw it as something he desperately had to hold onto. Like an edge hanging over a cliff. Amelia took that hope and used it to motivate her to keep moving. He wondered how she could just do that after being set through so much. After being stuck here for almost an entire year.

He admired her. Maybe even envied her, but he was just happy his friend had something to get her to smile.

Bryce knew that one day, he and his friends would finally be able to go home. So when his eyes fluttered open, drawing him from the bliss of sleep, he noticed...

He wasn't on the Plane.

He became alert, shooting up with a gasp. His blank state fell, leaving him breathing heavily as he looked around. Excitement was replaced with panic when he realized he could still see his friends (they were supposed to be home, weren't they?) along with...

He stood up, looking disturbed when he noticed more people. Not just a few- no, an entire community. They were divided into groups and he couldn't be more grateful for that. At least he knew he was safe with his friends. These were total strangers.

He felt a sense of deja vu, rubbing his growing headache. He was already anxious about going to sleep sometimes and he woke up in a foreign place. Again. If there was a higher being out there somewhere, did they enjoy toying with his life?

"Liam?!" he heard Amelia gasp behind him. His eyes widened and he turned around, seeing his friend. He looked worse for wear with dirty stains on him and holding his crutch. He told them he recently discarded his cast when his leg healed, though he still had trouble walking. With the way Amelia gently wrapped their arms around him, he knew they kept that in mind. "Oh, I'm so glad you're here!"

Bryce rushed over to them, hugging both of them close with no hesitation. He could almost sob out of relief seeing that Liam was okay. He knew he was since he always checked in with them, but being able to see him with his own two eyes? ...He held his friends a little closer.

"It's happening again, isn't it?" Amelia said, her voice breaking.

Liam frowned, leaning on her and hoping he could console her. "Everyone looks just as confused... Something's different. At least we know... They won't probably hurt us." His expression darkened. "And if they do, we're together in this."

Bryce nodded, a determined expression on his face. "Definitely. After everything we've been through, I'm not letting shit happen to any of you." It felt a little overwhelming to feel so, so much again but at the same time it felt like a sweet release.

When they finally separated, they made sure to check in with the rest of their friends. Subway Seat woke Tray and Whippy Creamy up from their inanimate state with Atom right beside him, holding their blade of grass. At least the grass in this place wasn't so triangular. Charlotte walked up to them, albeit having some trouble as the mold started to grow again over the recent months. Before she could say anything, two loud claps echoed through the area, silencing the growing panic and yelling.

"Excuse me, what in the gumdrops is going on?" a voice asked, a British accent heard clearly. They were green, being the number... Two? They were standing in front of the largest group of people.

"We wanted to figure that part out too, trust me," a crayon box frowned, putting her hands on her hips. She stood with another group of people. Now that he was looking closely, he noticed they had some sort of aura to them that made them stand out. Looking around, he noticed something similar with a phone and... Liam.

Before he could even think about what that could mean for Liam, the phone spoke. "Test Tube, mind telling us what exactly the hell is going on?"