-We have issues- (Object show crossover)

Well, that went swell

After the voice cut off, everyone in the room looked at each other, only one actually recognized the voice but only by a little. Pitcher sighed and decided to speak up, "I am not 100% sure but, I think that was one of the crayons." everyone turned to Pitcher and had the same sort of expression.

No one really could respond, they didn't know how but something finally hit someone in the head with realization. "Wait, did he say that he hid our stuff?" Plasma Ball questioned as she looked at the couch that Pitchfork was still on.

While she stared she saw movement from under the couch and turned to the other to report it. "Are you guys aware that there is stuff being flung from under the couch, is it any of your stuff?" she asked as she pointed to the couch.

"Is that a crab?" Pitcher questioned as he was squinting to prove his theory, but he got his answer when he saw Paintbrush get off the couch and scoop it up like it was nothing. Fanny had the most disgusted face as she watched Paintbrush hug the crab like it was their child. "Baxter! They counted you as my item..?" Painty only got a singular blink in return from Baxter.

"Does anyone own these objects that 'Baxter' threw?" Plasma Ball pointed at the bottom of the couch. Soon everyone turned to look but no one said anything so they all shrugged (Excluding Fanny since she's armless) and looked back at each other, but Paintbrush got a closer look and pointed something out.

"Hey that picture kind of looks like Pitchfork-" They directed their attention to Pitchfork. She was staring at them with eyes full of stress, but still remained to have a face full of rage but still so sorrowful? No one understood how this was slightly possible.

Paintbrush picked up the photo and offered it to Pitchfork. "I, uhh.. believe this is yours if i'm not mistaken." Pitchfork yanked it out of their hands in a very aggressive manner but didn't say a word. She held the picture and stared at it before placing it down on the couch and continuing to do what she does best, ignoring others around her.

"So, is it yours?" They asked impatiently, but Pitchfork huffed in response even clearly knowing the answer. "Yeah, we wanna know the backstory of it." Pitcher joked sarcastically as he placed his hands on where his hips should be. Pitchfork's points started to glow a light red, indicating that she was getting to her breaking point.

"You two just buzz off." she turned with fire burning in her soul and eyes mostly directing it at Pitcher who seemed to be getting slightly annoyed. A loud crash was heard from behind the two and they turned to see what the damage was.

"WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT!?" Pitcher yelled at Plasma Ball and Fanny who were standing next to a broken glass bowl laying on the floor in pieces. Plasma Ball looked slightly traumatized with a wide eye and she had stepped back a bit while Fanny had her usual angry face.

"ARE YOU TWO GOING TO ANSWER THE QUESTION OR ARE YOU GOING TO SIT THERE DUMBFOUNDED?" Pitcher started to pace towards the duo, he kind of looked like a dad on his way to confront his children about something. Plasma Ball picked up the closest object, being a random dart and held it in a throwing position. "I have played corn hole before, I will not hesitate to throw this!" Plasma Ball held it with a firm grasp and upset face, staring at him dead in the eyes.

"How about we no-" Paintbrush was cut off by a dart flying right by their head, slightly scarring them for life. Their eyes twitched slightly. It suddenly got slightly hot from Pitchers point of view, but when he turned around he saw smoke coming from Paintbrush's head. There were some bristles that were on fire, perfect for roasting a couple of Marshmallows.

"Damn, that was supposed to hit Pitcher." Plasma Ball tried to grab another object but the room turned into a bright red and orange within a few seconds. Paintbrush had bursted with a fiery rage, literally they caught the room on fire! All of them jumped in confusion and slight fear, even Pitchfork ran off the couch.

Plasma Ball was next to Fanny, Pitcher had socially distanced himself from the other 4 by running into a corner, Pitchfork was in between Pitcher and the other two girls. "CAN'T YOU TWO BE MORE RESPONSIBLE AND NOT ACT LIKE A BUNCH BRAINLESS TODDLERS?" A boiling tea kettle noise was coming from their head, it was loud and obnoxious.

"YOU'RE GOING TO BURN US ALIVE, I HATE THIS!" Fanny's loud and ear piercing voice was able to overthrow Paintbrush's hissy fit. A loud and familiar buzz rang throughout all of their ears, it even made Paintbrush's hair go back (Mostly) normal. There were still some things that were lightly on fire, pun not intended. Someone had cleared their throat and fiddled with a paper.

"Uhm.. hello. I am here to make an announcement. Since none of you seem to like each other, your host will be providing you to allow one person for each of you. You will be able to have a few hours with your partner.." they heard a page being turned, "and also, don't burn down the room, the Crayons spent a long time on this.." footsteps could be heard but they were stepping away from the speaker.

Their voice was faint but understandable, "Four, do you really think this is needed? I think they get the concept." that was followed by a very loud groan. The footsteps came back, "Pretty much that's it.. You have an hour to figure out who is lucky enough to be trapped in the super tiny room that can barely fit you 5, yay!" then it was cut off.

Fanny already knew that those voices were clearly 4 and X, but why should she speak up? What would she get out of it? Nothing.

"Well SOMEONE failed at the easiest task yet! Not burning down the room!" Pitcher yelled at Paintbrush from across the room, I think all of them were losing hope.