LIMBO [Inatimate Insanity S2 Fanfic/AU]

[P] Piles of Trash [P]

...

I woke up to see the radio on my desk. 

From last night.

"Wasn't it a dream?" I whispered, quietly to myself.

I eventually got up out of bed, and went through the hallways. It was... surprisingly quiet. I was confused.

They must have had breakfast without me, I told myself.

I went downstairs, and... all of the breakfast had been eaten.

Except for a piece of bacon.

One sad,

lonely,

little burnt piece of bacon.

Kind of like me, I suppose.

There was nothing else to eat. So, I decided to eat the bacon to hold me off. Seems like breakfast was huge today. Surprising... we never eat together anymore.

"Ah, look who finally decided to wake up."

I spun around. "MePhone? What the hell are you.... What are you doing here?! Aren't you supposed to be... oh, I dunno... hosting a competition?"

"Yeah, well, I decided since Cobs is finally... finally... gone, I'd take a little bit of an 'R&R' Trip".

"R&R?"

"Yeah- Resting and Relaaaaaxation. Say, that IDFB thing is still going, right?"

"...IDFB?"

"Pickle, you jackass, You live under a rock. My fault for asking you, I guess."

I was slightly offended by this statement, but I didn't really care.

"Anyway, uh... they're 'cleaning' outside. (YUCK!), you going to go help them?"

"I guess... Can't just sit in my room all day."

"Well, I can! See you later, 4th placer!"

"..."

4 back then... 4 now.

The 4 in question were radically different.

Now, it's Knife, Suitcase, Baseball, and Lightbulb.

...

but Back then, it was me, OJ, Paper, and...

...

I should leave soon.

Everyone wasn't surprised to see me out of bed.

"Well, well, well. Look who's finally awake." Knife said, punching my arm.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, Knife." I couldn't help but smile. Knife was one of the only people who could cheer me up nowadays. He was my best friend- my partner in crime.

"What's going on?"

"I'll tell you what's going on-" OJ began, "Everyone is coming up with random stories about why there's a bunch of HOLES ON MY LAWN!!!"

"OJ, shut up. Half of us weren't even awake when it happened." Trophy said casually, shovel in hand."

"I'll tell you what happened- MICROPHONE STABBED ME IN THE BACK!" Test Tube yelled, carrying Fan in her arms, helping him stand.

"Microphone?" I said, surprised.

"Y-YES, MICROPHONE!"

"Test Tube, lay off of Microphone." Knife said, grabbing Microphone, "Pickle. I'm gonna be with Microphone. OJ wants us in pairs, so you're gonna have to stick with... uh... whoever's left."

"...Oh."

I watched as everyone walked off with their partners.

Suitcase and Balloon.

Baseball and Nickel.

Paper and OJ.

Everyone eventually got paired with everyone else. Except me, and Cheesy.

"So, what's up?" Cheesy said, slinging a garbage bag around his head.

I didn't respond. 

"What's got your dill, pickle?" Cheesy said, and with a cheesy grin, slapped his knee.

"Cheesy, not now." 

"Oh, alright then."

Cheesy left me, and did more garbage. I just watched MePhone leave.

Did anyone else know about this?

Where... are you going?

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