Balloon quickly realised the door closing and turned around and rushed to open the door, hearing a slight laughter escape Tacos lips. "Get me out of here!" Balloon demanding at her, his throat tightening up and his hands trembling on the door nob. "Oh Balloon~ you've disappointed me", Taco put her Pen and Mug down in sync and got off her chair near the table, Balloon had just noticed the bow tie she was wearing "You were so confident in the first season, I wonder what happened?" She slammed one of her arms right into the wall on the side of his face. Balloon looked into her deep cold eyes, "Wh- what do you want from me?" It's almost he was a comedian because Taco laughed like he just said the best joke of all time.
She stepped away from him and had her hands up to her chest "It's not what I want from you, It's what you want from me." She moved to the desk and sat down once again, making the table shake and the candle flame wonder around. "Now about those questions. Have you had any dreams lately? ...Maybe a... figure?" She crossed her legs and stared deadly at him. "Now hold on for a second! First, why would I want something from you and why would I tell you about my own subconscious mind!?" He clenched his fists, walking up to her, using the very slight of confidence he had to stand up for himself.
He immediately stopped in his tracks as Taco pulled out a pink gun and pointed it to his chest, "Now, a reaction like that clearly means you have, I've been listening to your sleep talking from outside your window at night." She scoffed, "Your so predictable Balloon it's almost like your teasing me!" As she pointed the gun to his forehead he held his arms up weakly, scared for his life as sweat spilled down the back of his head.
"Now, you've been told this before but follow me, you'll get what you want, for example; Riches, Popularity... even friends~" She put the gun back in her layers and shoved a sheet of paper into Balloons open hands, he stumbled back and held the paper to his chest. "Get me those and I will get anything to your demand. If you don't that's fine, BUT if you tell anyone of me or any of this! You'd wish you never followed those coordinates I sent you."
Taco turned to the window of the shed and noticed the sun practically over them already, Balloon tried to examine the covered object in the darker corner in the room, it was dusty and looked like it was made before they existed, he looked back at Taco as she sighed. "You should get back, I don't want anyone to wonder where you went and start looking for you, not like that would happen. However that could change if you get me the things on the list, every. Single. One." He took a glance to the sheet of paper in his quaking hands, but before he could read the first item he was pushed out the shed by her and the wind blew his scarf into his face.
"This is ridiculous..." He stressfully pulled the scarf out his view and started speed walking down the same route back to the hotel. He saw the hotel in sight only a phew metres away and he chose to looks at the sheet, he read the first item quickly and his jaw dropped.
1: 'Microphone'
"Pssht, what could she want her for? The loud mouth who never fails to get into drama." He scoffed, then noticing Taco needs her. Wait, does that mean kidnappi-? He bashed into the door of the hotel face first, "Just great! This day is going great so far." He opened the door and walked inside, not caring enough to take his scarf off, before OJ could say something Balloon walked past him and went upstairs. He entered his room and locked it closed, he threw his phone and scarf onto his messy bed and went to his desk and grabbed an old sketch book from season two from when he'd draw vent art in it or whatever was going through his mind back then.
He wrote down mostly everyone's names in the hotel into the pages and wrote down ways he would get them to Taco, he'd plan to get Mic to her tonight so he'd get the loud mouth outa here so she wouldn't find out he was the one going to make people disappear. He didn't care anymore, Taco must have something good to live alone most her life, she must have something good to give him... and a good reason for all of this. However how could she promise him friends? He shook off his thoughts and wrote down most of them but stopped when there was a knock on his door.
He groaned, bags under his eyes "Who is it!?" "U- um, it's Suitcase and I- got you something..." He could hear the tenseness in her voice like when his throat got clenched back in that shed. He got up and opened the door after hiding the book under his pillow, he new it was a stupid spot but it's not like anyone was getting in his bed anytime soon. Suitcase looked up at him, she had a blueberry muffin on one of her sides, Balloon furrowed his eyebrows at her while waiting for her to say something. "Balloon! Here I just made it!... also sorry for that whole fiasco yesterday... it was really stupid of me to spread something personal to another person..." Her mouth shut and she accidentally bit her lip as he felt Balloons arms around her.
"It's alright Suitcase.. thanks for the Muffin" He took the muffin from her as it was about to fall onto the ground "Sorry for locking you out... I hope you slept well without- y'know... a bed. " he let her in and out the delight on the his table, she instantly noticed his side of the room was messy except for hers. "Don't worry it's alright! Baseball let me sleep at the end of his bed after convincing Nickel to let me in" She put on a nervous smile as she walked to her bed and sat down, looking relieved to be in her bed again. She grabbed her phone and her face went into grief as she noticed the missed messages from when Tissues was dying.
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Balloon woke up at 3 in the morning to sort out Tacos 'order' he sneakily grabbed a baseball bat from Nickels room and tried not to make Mic's room door creak loudly as he entered. That's when he noticed, this is the room the figure showed him, the room with the two objects sleeping peacefully in the bed and yet again here he was... with a baseball bat.
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Heya again!
So I recently found out JacknJellify made a Loser plush and OH MY GOD HE LOOKS TERRIBLE- HE LOOKS LIKE PHINEAS FROM PHINEAS AND FERB WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO HIM- AHA-
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Fanfiction(THIS BOOK IS ON HIATUS, AND IS NOT COMPLETE) Dreams. Balloon is the most hated among the objects in hotel OJ, but when someone shady gives him an offer to be accepted, he takes it... but the dreams begin to flood in, and the figures in the room wo...
