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

I: Ah shit, here we go again.

Bryce frowned to himself, locking eye contact with Liam and Amelia. They all had the same question. Why in the world did he call someone based on their object?

"It wasn't me this time, MePhone," a test tube with green chemicals frowned. "Trust me, I'd know if my experiments went haywire and caused this many people to wake up here. The only lead I have is that these people appeared to have woken up here. I doubt any of us have an idea of what is going on."

The phone groaned, rubbing the space in between his screen face with his fingers. "I do not have the energy to deal with this... Alright, everyone, listen up!" he exclaimed, crossing his arms and stepping forward to make sure everyone could see him. "You, you, and you," he began, pointing to the two, the crayon box, and Liam respectively. "Come on up. Let's figure this out."

Liam's eyes widened, turning to face Bryce. His face was painted with anxiety. "Bryce-"

"I know," he frowned, reaching over and grabbing his left hand. "I won't let them hurt you. Let's go get this over with, okay man?"

Liam seemed to be hesitant, looking between him and the strangers. The two walked over with no problem. The crayon box was talking to a group of crayons, looking over at the group before walking over as well. She seemed more cautious, like Liam. He thought for a moment before squeezing his hand, his resolve seeming to come back. "Come on, Bryce..." He began to walk to the center, trying to ignore the prying eyes and growing whispers. He frowned. The prickling of eyes on his back watching his every move wasn't one he enjoyed. Soon enough, he was facing the other strangers with Bryce's hand in his.

"Let me tell you now, you guys are on Inanimate Island. I am MePhone 4, and I am currently hosting a show called Inanimate Insanity Invitational. That is before I woke up here," he sighed, sounding irritated. This entire situation was just a major inconvenience to him.

"My, what a coincidence! The name's Two, and I'm the host of TPOT! Or The Power of Two!" they exclaimed, holding their hand out. MePhone shook it. "Right over there are my contestants, it appears."

"Guess there happens to be a growing theme. Crayon Box, host of Open Source Objects at your service," she said, seeming less tense but still keeping her guard up. "It's a bit odd how we and our contestants woke up here..."

"There has to be some sort of correlation..." MePhone muttered, thinking for a moment. "Hey, wait a second. What about you?" he asked, pointing to Liam and Bryce.

Liam anxiously turned to Bryce before looking back to the hosts. The only experience they had with a gameshow and a host of one was Airy and they knew how that turned out. However, they didn't want to stand there awkwardly and not say anything. They had to figure out where to go from here and how to get home. "...Liam. My name is Liam," he said, a bit quiet. "I'm not a host."

"Really?" MePhone raised an eyebrow, looking over him. "I could've sworn there was something about you that made you stand out... Well, what about you?"

Bryce glared at him, defensive. Nonetheless, he answered quickly. "Bryce."

"So three of us and our shows are here along with your group," Two hummed. "That's odd how you're different in that sense!"

"Well..." Liam hesitated but he couldn't just not give them information. They were all associated in some way. That can get them somewhere. "We were part of a show called... ONE," he shuddered. "We were forced to compete and I'm working on getting them out from the outside. That could be why I'm like... You guys." Like Airy, Liam frowned before shaking that thought. No. I'm not like him. I'm going to get my friends out of here.

Crayon Box frowned. "Oh. That's horrible... I'm sorry."

"At least we may know why you were brought here... Say, did anything weird happen before you woke up?" MePhone asked.

"Nothing I can remember, no. I was making a song before I went to bed," Two hummed.

"I was working on a computer..." Liam mumbled, leaning on his crutch. It was an action that grounded him in reality and Bryce's hand in his certainly helped.

"And I was planning the next challenge," Crayon Box said. "Why don't we ask our contestants if they saw anything? I think that sounds like a colorful plan."

Two laughed, sending her a finger gun. "Well, I sure like this one!" Crayon Box returned a smile.

"That seems like the only thing we can do. But right now, that seems to be just as much as we will know," MePhone groaned. "Until someone can figure something out, you can stay in Hotel OJ at the end of the day. There are about 78 rooms so some people will have to share."

"That sounds perfect! Considering there seem to be about 110 objects here, including ourselves," Two smiled.

"How did you- you know what? I won't ask," MePhone said. "I'll eventually talk with some people to get you guys home. Go wild," he said, walking back to his contestants. Seems like he didn't want to bother.

Liam frowned but made his way back to his friends with him and Bryce hand in hand. "Bryce, do you know what this means? We have no lead to getting home! This is horrible..."

"At least we won't be forced into challenges," Bryce sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "...This isn't any better, though. I won't deny that."

"I just wish we could finally get to go home," the backpack sighed, looking defeated.

Bryce frowned. He hated how that look on his friend was often a permanent one. He let go of his hand, reaching over to rub his back to console him. "Me too, Liam. But hey. Now that we've got each other again, we can work with this together." Before ONE, he hated expressing emotion and getting deep. It was new coming out of his shell, but it was nice when he was with his friends.

He'd do anything for them. For Liam. Amelia, too.

Liam gave him a small, tired smile. "Thanks, Bryce..."

He smiled back at him. "No problem."