Inanimate insanity Oneshots! (OPEN)

(REQ, PER) Quadruple date (FOUR DIFFERENT SHIPS)

Ships included: Fantube (req), Lightbrush (req), Mephoj (per), Microphone x taco (req)

By the way, this is Mic x Taco angst. The rest of the ships are fluff / romance.

     Fan stared into the hand mirror he was holding, watching the sweat slowly slide down his metal rims, and seep into his paper face. He was nervous, very nervous. He'd never gone on a date before, and Test tube said she would add her own spin. She said something about a get together. He straightens out his yellow spotted blue bow tie, staring into the mirror one last time. 

     "I shouldn't leave her waiting for too long." He placed the mirror back on the floor, before walking out of the very small room. He gazed around the lab, trying to distract himself from how nervous he was. "Hey, fan!" She waved to him, already by the exit. "Oh, test tube!". "Are you ready?" She asked, walking over to him. "Yep! Ready as I'll ever be!". "Then let's go! Golly gee, we're about to be late!" She said, grabbing onto his arm.

     "Late?"  the little fan thought, facing Test tubes back. "So, what's this 'get-together' about?" Fan asked, clenching tightly onto Test tubes hand. "Well, Lightbulb and Paintbrush were going on a date too, so I decided to invite them." Test tube said, still dragging fan along. "Lightbulb said she was going to bring some people, I have no idea who, but she said there were four." "Oh, well that's cool!" The fan exclaims. "The more the merrier!". The two continued walking until they found themselves infront of the water side restaurant. It was nighttime, the building was lit up by candles. 

     "Guys! Guys!" Lightbulb said, running up to them. "I'm so happy, I managed to get them to come!". "What do you mean, did you get paintbrush to come?" Test tube asked, kind of surprised from Lightbulbs quick notice that they were here. "Uh- well. Yeah. But-". Lightbulb pointed to the small crowd of people near Paintbrush. Both Test tube and Fans eyes widened, their jaws practically dropping onto the grass. "Surprise!" Lightbulb shouted.

    Meanwhile, in the distance, a heated argument had begun. "Why were we even invited out here anyway! There's NO way I'm spending the night in this place with HER!" OJ said, pointing down to the short taco, who was right behind a much taller microphone. "Oh come on, that was over 10 years ago, atleast brighten up for the glowing bimbo who organized this. "Do NOT call Lightbulb that." Paintbrush butted in. "Uhuh, Ofcourse you would defend her, your her boyfriend." "Im NOT a boy, for the last time! And, no matter what she is to me, i'm not going to let you call her that.

     "Ugh, guys, you're giving me a headache!" Mephone4 groaned, looking back at all 4 of them. "Shut up, fat slob!" Paintbrush shouted at the phone. OJ went silent, staring at Mephones screen dim, him turning away. OJ sighe, "whatever, tell her to get back over here so we can get this over with.". "Fine!" Paintbrush yelled, running over to grab lightbulb. OJ silently leaned against the tree Mephone was leaning on.

     "You okay?" OJ whispered to him. His fingers grazed the phones hand. "I'm fine, OJ, leave me alone, why do you care anyways." He rambled, going to the opposite side of the tree. "Okay." OJ muttered, slowly standing back up. He heard a call in the distance. "That must be Paintbrush, let's go." 

     Inside the restaurant, all of them were seated at a table with ten seats. The place wasn't as famous, so there were not that many people. Perfect, less of a chance for anyone to get an anxious out burst. The tension was strong, though. The main bright lights stayed at the end of the table in a group, Paintbrush and Lightbulb across from Test tube and Fan. 

     Fan looked to the end of the table, sweating. The tension was so thick, it felt like you could cut it with a knife. Maybe not even a knife would be strong enough. Taco and OJ were sitting right across from eachother, staring angrily into eachother's eyes. Mephone4 just stared out the window, while Microphone tried to mutter for taco to stop. It was no use, taco just kept staring, soon a grin forming on her face. OJ immediately looked more defensive, pushing his chair further away from the table.

     "Uhm- so. How was everyone's day?" Test tube asked, trying to ease out the tension by breaking the silence. "Mine was good!" Fan jumped. "Same, omg! Besties?" Lightbulb also said. "Mine was fine, I guess." Paintbrush muttered. OJ and taco didn't say a word, still silently staring at eachother. "Mine was okay!" Microphone half yelled. "Volume." Mephone muttered sternly. "Right, sorry." Microphone whispered.

     "Look, why don't we split up into pairs? Heard there were some simple bonding games around here!, I'll go with painty!" Lightbulb said, dragging Painty away. "Uh, sure, fan?" Test tube asked, holding her hand out to Fan. "Oh, right!" Fan grabbed her hand, walking away. "I'll go with taco, uhm, sorry OJ." Microphone grabbed tacos hand, dragging her away. OJ just glanced at Mephone. "Come on, let's get this over with." Mephone jumped, dragging OJ away aswell.

     Testtube and Fan had went over to a large claw machine. Fan had his eye on a puppy plush in the back of the machine. It had brown, hard, bead eyes, and a realistic looking black snout, with fluffy brown fur. "Want me to try and get it? Test tube asked, looking back at Fan who she saw was staring at it. "Oh, you don't have to!" Fan said. "It's fine!" Test tube said, inserting a quarter into the machine. She lined it up perfectly, hitting the large red button on the machine. The claw picked up the plush, dropping it into where Test tube could slide her hand and fetch it out of the bottom. "Woah! How did you do that so quickly?" Fan asked. "I used to be very could with claw machines when I was a kid!". She walked over to him and pecked him on the cheek, handing him the stuffed toy.

     Meanwhile Lightbulb and Paintbrush were by an old Pac-Man machine. "You're bad at this.." Paintbrush muttered. "Oh come on, I'm not that bad, Painty!! Look, I just got a-" Lightbulb and Paintbrush watched as the ghost that had just hit the yell circle in the screen kill it, the game over sound effect playing from the machine. "Awww!! Really?" Lightbulb whined, looking rather upset. Paintbrush awkwardly patted her on the back. "Look, you did okay. Try again, don't screw it up this time." Paintbrush handed her another quarter for her to insert. "Really? Thank you!" Lightbulb hugged paintbrush. Paintbrush softly smiled, giving off a hint of blush as they hugged her back.

     Microphone and Taco were having a conversation outside, not interested in the games. At this point, it was arguing though. "You killed her! I don't know why she's not as uncomfortable with you, you killed her!" Microphone yelled, approaching Taco. "She had it coming, mic." Taco muttered. "You know what, why were we ever in a relationship!" Microphone yelled. Taco looked surprised, holding onto her chest. "What do you mean by that.." Taco responded, looking worryingly at the tall Microphone. "I want to break up, Taco.". Taco just sat there, trying not to tear up. "We can talk about this, can't we?" Taco said. "Over the phone, if you want to tell Lightbulb I left, be my guest, because I'm leaving." Microphone said, walking away from Taco, leaving her alone at the front of the restaurant.

     Finally, Mephone4 and OJ had went over to pinball. Mephone happily listened to the clicks and clangs as the ball hit different objects inside of the machine, while OJ just rambled about random things that had been happening at the hotel. "And then, Knife completely fell over! It was so funny!" OJ continued to ramble. But, as soon as he was done with his Third story he had told Mephone4 about, his hand slipped off one of the controllers of the pinball machine. Mephone quickly threw his own hand forward, stopping OJs hand from shattering on a metal box infront of the machine. It was a few seconds of silence for Mephone to realize he had a hard grip on OJs hand. OJs hand was pretty cold, but was quickly being heated up by the sweat and heat coming off of Mephone's. "Well, uh, thank you, for that." OJ said, still holding onto Mephone's hand. "Do I have to let go?" Mephone whispered, tightening his grip on Mephones hand. "No, want to go back outside?". "Sure."

I won't have a proper ending to this, but the night was more enjoyable, especially since the tension had eased up because of taco and mic leaving, I feel bad for taco tho 😨. Pretty long oneshot, sorry for not updating!

Also, I'm doing a lot of Mephoj since I don't have many ideas for my Mephoj book! Don't worry, it isn't discontinued, I've just been slightly uninterested in it. I put a lot of effort into this chapter, so hopefully it doesn't flop!