Inanimate insanity: falling for you cheese x reader

6: Party gone wrong?

(O/N POV)

'This is going to be a bad idea...' I thought. You see, uh...I like to cause a little... chaos. Hehe... but anyways, We were nearing the area. Everyone was talking about the party. I was conversing to trophy about what we should do. "I heard there's a pool table. Wanna shoot some pool?" I asked. "Sure." He responded. "Aww, look at you two getting along! You know, you guys look like a couple!" Baseball exclaimed. I blushed at the thought of trophy and I as...lovers. Sure, I wanted that, but I don't think he would feel the same way as me. "N-no! We're just friends! That's all! Nothing more!" I said. "Sure you are. I mean, with that blush of yours, I beg to differ." Nickel butted in. "..." I was silent. "Hey, if the gender freak doesn't want to say, then stop pestering (O/N) and leave us alone." Trophy said. Soon enough, it broke into an argument. I got so embarrassed after what nickel said. Knife already knows, does nickel know too..? "guys .." I mumbled. The bickering continued. "Guys." I said, raising my voice. Still, it continued. I had enough and reached into trophy's head and grabbed a megaphone. "GUYS!!!!" I yelled. They all stopped and looked at me. I put the megaphone back. "How about instead of arguing, we get to the party like baseball said. We've stalled enough time on this one little subject and I would like to ask to not speak of it ever again. Now, let's just go back to our fucking cabin so that we can enjoy ourselves." I said. Everyone then agreed and walked back to the dorm. I sighed.

Soon enough, we were there. Microphone grabbed the doorknob and opened the door for everyone. The cabin was already decorated?! Hm. Nice. Trophy grabbed me and dropped me to the floor. "Oof." I landed on the floor. Damnit. Anyways, me and trophy walked over to the pool area while the rest were doing their thing. Baseball, nickel, and suitcase were making the fruit punch, Microphone was conversing with soap, Cheesy...well he's just cheesy, Knife was sitting on the couch playing games. Balloon... well he was just sitting in a corner.

Anyways, I was first to hit the ball. I carefully grabbed my stick and proceeded to put chalk on the tip of my stick (not sexual). "Oh yeah, I forgot to do that. Can you pass me the chalk?" Trophy questioned. "Sure." I said. I grabbed the chalk and softly placed it in his hand. His hand was warm, I won't lie. But... for some reason I didn't want to take my hand off of his. Trophy looked at me, and I looked at him. We made eye contact. His eyes sparkled in this light. I could just .. wait no. We have a pool game to do. I quickly shook my head and grabbed my hand away. "Yeah..." Trophy said, blushing. "Let's just get this stupid game over with." Trophy said. "Mhm." I hummed in agreement. I aimed my stick at the white ball, and sure enough, hit the ball with enough force to knock one of the solids in. "I got solids, you get stripes." I said. "Got it."

--+Time skip brought to you by a lazy author.+--

It was nearing the end of the game. It looked like I was winning the game until- "Your turn." Trophy grumbled. I just gotta get this stupid 4 ball in and then the 8 ball and I win! I aimed my cue at the ball. Perfect shot! I didn't look over the ball because I'm short as fuck (sorry if your objectsona is taller) and hit the ball. I was expecting the ball to go in. "Good game trophy, but I'm afraid that-" "I win." Trophy smugly said. "what." I said, turning over to trophy. "I win. You hit the 8 ball dumbass." trophy explained. No way. "No way, really?! Damnit, my height!!!" I said. Trophy snickered. "Welp, good game." Trophy said, extending a hand. "Yeah, good game." I said, shaking his hand. Trophy had a firm grip, not gonna lie. I let go of his hand. "Still up for another game? This time, I will beat you." I said. "Are you challenging me, moron?" Trophy said. "Yep." I replied, opening a can of Dr. fizz "Challenge accepted." Trophy said.

Into the game everyone on our team surrounded our little match. Some people were rooting for me, and some were rooting for trophy. I had stripes this time, trophy had solids. All of our balls were gone. Someone just had to hit the fucking 8 ball. I fumbled with my stick as I aimed my cue tip at the ball. Come on, it's right there! I had a perfect plan! Yes! I hit the ball and it... did not go in the hole. Trophy had a clear shot. Trophy looked at me smugly before hitting the ball. It landed in the hole. "Welp, I was victorious once again. Man, how does it feel to get beat by me twice?" Trophy said. I looked at the table. I slammed my hand on the table. "I'm not leaving until I win this fucking game! I'm not going to let you beat me!" I barked. "CHALLENGE ME ALL YOU WANT LOSER, I'M GOING TO WIN NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU SAY YOU WILL, I. WILL. BEAT. YOU." Trophy yelled. "OH YEAH?! LET'S SEE YOU TRY YOU.. YOU MOLDED PIECE OF GOLD." I yelled. "GENDER FREAK!" "GOLDEN IDIOT!" "Can you all SHUT UP?! GOD, WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP YOU KNOW!" Paintbrush intervened. "It's best if you don't get involved in this." Nickel butted in. "UGH!" I threw the stick on the ground and walked to the kitchen.

After some time, the drama died down. Everyone was having a good time. While me? I was just in the kitchen drinking the fruit punch baseball nickel and suitcase made. Tasted good not gonna lie. Trophy was still playing pool, only this time with... wait. Why is fan here?! And, why is- "Uh baseball, why are the bright lights here?" I questioned. "Well, they asked if they could join the party, and I agreed!" That explains fan being here. "No, don't eat that!" Paintbrush said, running to lightbulb. She was going to eat a spoon. Bruh. 2

"Aww, I lost." Fan said, disappointed. "Ha, you never stood a chance, you pathetic weakling." Trophy said. "Well, yeah. Good game though." Fan said, completely discarding trophy's rude remark. "Hey, (O/N). Wanna play again? I'll go easy on you~" Trophy said. Was he- I was blushing. He was flirting with me? "N-no..." I stuttered. 'damnit... why did I stutter?' I thought. Things were going fine until...

"HAHA! LOSER! TAKE A LOOK AT THIS!" A toaster was thrown at me. I dodged it and the toaster was broken. "Yang, what the hell?!" Paintbrush said. "SHUT UP, SHORTIE!" Yang said, throwing a Dr. fizz at paintbrush. "I, YANG, WILL DESTROY EVERYONE HERE, INCLUDING MY DUMB BROTHER YIN!" Yang said. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT YANG! EVERYONE WILL HATE US!" Yin said. "SHUT UP!" Yang said. I forgot they share the same body. Soon enough, a fight was going on between yin and yang. "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" I yelled. Everyone joined me soon after. Yin-yang were all over the place. They broke the tv, which knife was playing on. That's when everything went downhill.

"YOU RUINED MY GAME! WHY YOU LITTLE-" Knife got up from the couch and literally grabbed yin-yang. It was a mental tug-of-war between yin and yang. Knife threw yin-yang across the room and they literally hit the wall! "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, LOSER! Yang! Stop fighting! Please! NO SHUT UP LOSER!" A fist fight was out. Holy shit! Knife vs yin-yang! It was pretty loud. I decided to do a little... chaos. I grabbed trophy and dragged him somewhere... secluded. "Hey, what the fuck?!" Trophy said. "Shh... Wanna cause a little... chaos?" I said. Trophy looked at me, shocked. His face went from shocked to sinister. "You bet..." He said.

We took some time to set everything up. And it worked. I can't believe that no one noticed. Our only hope was that they were still fighting. And they were! Perfect. They were moving all over the place, and before you know it, they stepped on the trip wire. Knife looked down, confused, then shocked. Yin-yang too. They looked up and before you know it, the punch was spilled all over them. Trophy was laughing his ass off. "NOO, THE PUNCH!" Baseball yelled out. "WHO DID THIS?!" Baseball demanded. Nobody said a word. "Hey guys, I hope- oh my god! What happened here?!" Mephone questioned. Everyone looked at Mephone. "You know what?! Everyone! To your rooms, now! Fun times over! Shoo!" Mephone shooed us and shooed the bright lights out.

"DID YOU SEE KNIFES FACE?! OH GOD HAHAHAHAHHAHA!" I yelled, laughing in my dorm with trophy. "I KNOW RIGHT?! OH, DID YOU SEE YIN-YANG?! PFF THABAHSB" Trophy laughed with me. "Oh God.. see trophy, this is the reason why I like you... hahahahah" I was oblivious. "H-huh?!" Trophy said, looking at me. "Haha . what?" I questioned, looking at him. "You, like me?" Trophy questioned. "N-NO! ITS NOT LIKE THAT I SWEAR AS A FRIEND!!" I yelled. "...okay." Trophy said. He looked a little bit down. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, laying next to him. "Nothing... it's nothing." Trophy said. "..alright. but if you need to talk to anyone, I'm here." I said. I hugged trophy and snuggled into him. Trophy was warmer than usual, but I didn't mind. He was warm...I closed my eyes as I was in a peaceful slumber.