(Thanks to TotallynotCakegaming for the concept sketch of the cover! Greatly appreciated, my friend!!)
(DISCLAIMER!! This story may be just a wee bit graphic [actually I might go crazy with the graphic-ness like MePhone4 with his hunger!!] So it's best to just click off if you are uncomfortable with the following topics:
-Blood and gore
-Deteriorating mental states, unsettling depictions of insanity, etc [heh INANIMATE insanity]
-Cannibalism
-Violence in general. This fic may contain explicit depictions of such violence.
Thank you for reading! Still here? Good, why not give it a read? ALSO I KNOW BOW IS BOT IM TRYING TO BE ACCURATE WITH WHERE THE STORY TAKES PLACE/BEGINS!!)
(Hey! Part 2 is PUBLISHED!! AHHHH!!!!)
In the quiet night on an island where Inanimate Insanity Invitational was being held, MePhone4 found himself by the pic-nix tables. Everyone else is asleep...
MePhone4 can't resist the temptation of food. Everyone thinks he's just a fat slob, but in reality, he's starving. He made these tables just to eat something real, thinking that if the pic-nix tables generated the food and not MePhone4 himself, the food would be real. Let's start with something simple...
"Cookies..?" MePhone4 hesitantly muttered. If he did this correctly, whatever food that he said could be generated by the pic-nix tables. He flinched as a cookie suddenly formed on the surface of the table, and he stared in awe for a long moment. It... it worked? It really worked?! MePhone4 couldn't believe it. Was this a figment of his imagination? How would the cookies taste? Would it satisfy his desires? He had to find out. Hurriedly snatching the cookie off the table, he desperately took a bite.
But he didn't feel any fuller.
Even so, MePhone4 ate the entire thing. After finishing the small treat, he stood there in grim disappointment. How foolish was he to believe that he could actually generate real food? Everything he makes is just scraps of code. They're not real. Not these pic-nix tables, not the food, not even the contestants. MePhone4 felt his circuits boil with a seething sensation of frustration. It was all for nothing! Not even these stupid tables would do the trick!
MePhone4 dragged himself away, stiff with anger, mumbling quietly and cursing to himself. Then, he had an idea...
Maybe regular food won't work, but what about ingredients?
As the sun rose the next morning, he called the contestants over. Or, er, he sort of interrupted Candle's "Aura Readings" thing. He wouldn't get it, anyway. First of all, why not rearrange the teams? The sinkers are only made up of Balloon and Nickel now. MePhone4 cleared his throat, speaking enthusiastically. "Gather 'round, because it's time your 'long lasting friendships' say 'so long!' Using this list provided by Cabby-" He holds up a small file in his hand. Cabby looks a bit unsettled. "I'll be using your strengths and weaknesses, specifically the latter, to form two new teams!" Everyone gasps. New teams? Really?
As MePhone4 said he would, everyone is put into two teams. The New Thinkers, consisting of Yin-Yang, Goo, The Floor, Candle, Clover, and Nickel. The second team is The New Pinkers, consisting of Cabby, Test tube, Bow(?), Paintbrush, Silver Spoon, and Balloon. Time for the next experiment—or the next challenge, as the contestants see it.
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