Decades of Insanity: An Inanimate Insanity fanfic

Chapter I | Oj's Secretive crush.

At the workplace of Ob-Coprate, 1925.

It was quite a Particularly noisy day in the office. Typewriters were clicking, discussions about the Latest album were talked about, and some arguing in the back doors about promotional stuff.Pickle works on his latest document about the economic boom, going deep lengths about boring economic stuff. OJ stops by pickle, Greeting him with a "Hi."

"Oh hey, Oj." Said pickle with monotone enthusiasm.

"How's the work going?" Oj Asked. "Doing good." He sighed.

Oj Then said "oh, great, boss predicts that it's gonna continue, Forever. Probably an exaggerated statement, but I'm hoping that it lasts for decades."

"Yeah, But, I don't know what the future entitles. My only hope is for Trophy to NOT GET ON MY NERVES.

Sorry- I'm just getting tired of his flexing of being richer because he invested one cent in the stock market ."

Trophy then jumped onto pickle's typewriter and yelled. "TWO CENTS!" And jumped out.

"That was- random, but a trophy thing to do, most likely." Oj Jokes.

"Yeah. Hopefully he'll Get karma'd, heh."
Knife then goes to pickle and says "If I had a nickel for every time trophy acted this egotistical, I wouldn't even be here." Pickle laughed at his quip. Nickel then states "you wouldn't want a million of me, believe me."

Most of the office laughed at nickel's joke, Except for trophy, who ran to Knife and yelled "OH SHUT YOU DORKY POMUS DUNCEHEAD! I'M NOT THAT MUCH OF A SHOW OFF!"

"Pfft, yeah, right, now shut you waste of Valuable gold. Most of it could've been used for the bank."

"Oh, I see. Meet me at the alleyway nearby here, then. Let's have a bit of a fight!" As trophy pulls out his fists. "Deal." Said Knife. And they walked out to do their own thing.

Oj just stared at all of this, and said "damn, management should be better here, jeez."

Pickle then replied "aren't you one though?"
Oj then said "yeah, but sadly, I can't do much as a lower manager. I'm just a regular employee with a special title." He chuckled. Pickle then said "yeah, fair, but you still have the bragging rights! Just don't be like trophy over there"

After pickle says this, Trophy leaves the office to do other stuff.

"OOOOOkay Then, I'll take note."

"Anyways, I'll go to some neighborhood, I really need to do something there" Oj said nervously.

"Like what?" Pickle asked

"M-meeting someone" said Oj.

"Alright then- I'm guessing you're going to those secret under night clubs?" Picked Assumed.

"...."
Oj slams the door, pickle smirked, and continued to work on his document.

Oj goes home to suit up, like he's at some special event. He chose his clothing choices carefully, picking a nice black suit with orange accents on the collar and wrists.

He then when down the dark, empty cold streets. Walking past house after house. He finally stops at this "house". It looks normal on the outside. However, it's quite noisier than the rest of the houses. He enters. It's a bustling club party full of life, lights, and dancers. There's also a lot of alcohol being passed around and jazz music plays. Soap, paper, ballon, chives, who was serving, salt and pepper, who were arguing about salt's disturbing attraction of OJ, as well as Cheesy, who's been telling cringy puns on the mic, and also getting booed a lot hiding by the tomatoes on his face, and Lightbulb, were all in the party, jazzing and vibing with other objects as Oj being the party host.

Oj goes around to check on the party status. Before going to paper, who was standing near the curtains.

"Hey oj!" Said paper with enthusiasm. "Paper!" Said Oj with a welcoming tone. "Great to see you again."

"Yeah, great to see you. Been doing a good job managing here I bet" Oj exclaimed. "Y-yeah... I guess.... Heh..." he blushes with nervousness.

"You seem kinda nervous? You okay?" Oj questioned.
"Yeah- I mean-" paper gets interrupted by Oj pulling him into the curtain of the stage.

"I know what it is that you're nervous about." Oj Answered. "H-heh- yeah, you, you and your— uh-" Paper stuttered. "I've had those feelings towards you. There's something attracting me to you as a lover. It's just, that we've been friends for so long, I started to have a feeling of romance towards you.

I think the only reason why I feel these, is that you need it- you just seem so lonely and uh- lacking attention."

Paper started cry tears of happiness. "Y-yeah- you're one of the few people who really care about me. I just can't handle the mental strains of managing a lot of stuff. Ever since I've worked at numerous jobs where I-I worked for even the military. It was stressing me out- I really thank you-"

Then, out of thin air, Oj Pulls paper towards and kisses him directly on the lips, blushing.

Paper, surprised, freezes there, blushing and then he hugs Oj hard.

Oj also blushes hard, and is also surpised.

"T-thanks-"
"Your welcome-"

They would then leave the curtain, then, going through the back door.

"Think we should have a secret date later?" Oj asked
"S-sure-" paper said, blushing.

They then go back to the club, and the party continues, with maybe slight suspensions from some of the members, particularly salt.

Oj Paper, and lightbulb would all get drunk, and salt would talk about things about Oj and how he's always with paper behind His back.

"I mean, he's always been with paper. That's just quite suspicious, don't ya think?"

"Salt, It's no big deal, paper is Co-host with OJ after all, leave them alone."

"HES MINE THOUGHT-"

"I'm tired of your overattcheness of Oj. What's so special about him?"

"I- I don't know, but all I can say is that he's pretty...."

"Hmpf, okay then, whatever you say." Pepper says this as she smokes a cigar.

Salt looks at a now drunk Oj with slight discontent.

After 10 hours of non-stop clubbing, they leave in the morning. Oj, lightbulb and paper all knocked out, and trash everywhere. Chives goes to clean it up.

Lightbulb wakes up after a headache struck'd her.
"Owwwwwie, shouldn't had drunk that much."

Oj then wakes up.
Oj's vision was very blurred, not knowing where he was.

Paper gets up and stretches. He then looks at oj and helps him up and escorts him, smiling and blushing quite hard.

Lightbulb looked at this and said "huh- well, guess I should go home and drink even more shots- or I should pay my taxes.

Hmmm, nah. I'll evade them today, even though I have no idea how to, I'll learn with painty."

Lightbulb leaves, ending up not evading taxes, because paintbrush doesn't even evade taxes. It was merely just a drunk mind of lightbulb...