Overtaken - a BFB/II2 fanfic (very slow updates)

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Bottle swung the door to Hotel OJ open with gusto. "Hellooooooooo!" she called out. "Anyone home?"

"OJ's always home," Tissues commented, bustling past Bottle. "He'll probably arrive in a second."

Right on cue, OJ stepped into the foyer and stopped when he saw most of Team 4 just past the entryway. "Oh boy," he muttered. "Are you guys here for Four and MePhone's challenge, too?"

"No, we're just here to visit!" Puffball sang. "The portal's broken right now, so we were hoping we could stop by to pass the time."

OJ quickly considered it. "As long as you guys don't blow up Bomb like the last time I let BFB contestants in, then that's fine."

"Oh don't worry!" Basketball assured. "The only object here who might do that is Blocky, but he won't. Right, Blocky?"

Blocky stayed silent.

"Right, Blocky?"

"...fine," he muttered.

OJ rolled his eyes. "I'll be keeping an eye on you. All you guys can come in, though."

"Woohoo!" Bottle cheered. She led the way inside, Basketball and Rocky hot on her heels. After them were Grassy, Blocky, Puffball, Bomby, and BFB Nickel.

OJ did a double take when he saw the last two. "Jeez, I forgot your universe had a couple clones."

"Yeah, II Nickel and I even sound alike!" Nickel agreed.

"That's disturbing." He led them through the hallway, stopping in front of the kitchen door. "Anybody want anything to drink?"

"Yeah! Do you have any orange juice?" Blocky asked. OJ gave him a weird look and he snickered. "Kidding."

Grassy raised his hand. "Grassy could use a drink!"

"Sure! Whaddya want? Juice? Milk?"

"Actually, he probably means water," Basketball interjected. "Being a plant and all, he needs more than the rest of us objects usually do. But he likes to absorb it through his grass blades - is your sink big enough to fit him in?"

"Er... I think so? Hang on." He turned to address the others. "The next door down is the living room, it has a big tv and a bunch of board games, and stairs leading up to the hotel rooms are at the end of the hallway, just in case any of you want to stay the night. Go explore on your own, I'll help these two for the moment."

"Thanks!" Puffball said as OJ entered the kitchen with Basketball and Grassy tailing behind.

Everybody else continued forward and decided to enter the living room together. There, they found Tissues spectating two objects battling against each other in a fighting game on the flatscreen television. "Oh, hey guys," Tissues said when he spotted them entering.

"One sec, whoever's there!" one of the objects, a sheet of paper, grunted. He mashed several buttons on his controller, but to no avail. "Darn! I lost again!"

The other object, a pickle, leaned back with a smug look on his face. "Don't worry! Keep practicing like I did, and one day, you'll be as good as me!"

"Maybe." The sheet finally looked away from the tv and gasped when he saw the new arrivals. "Oh! Hello! A-are you guys from Four's show?"

Blocky nodded. "Yup! I'm Blocky. These are my bros Bomby, Nickel, Rocky, and also Puffball and Bottle."

"Howdy!" Puffball twirled in the air.

The paper waved nervously. "Nice to meet you! I'm Paper, and this is Pickle."

Pickle looked at them, nodded, then paused. "Wait. I already know Nickel. Did he join Four's show?"