{ An Inanimate Insanity Fanfic }
Balloon's normal days disturbed by a magical transformation, turning his body into a winged critter. How will he tell the others, and most importantly... how will he deal with this himself?
!! Inspired by: 'Feathers'...
Balloon woke up to the regular chirping of his alarm. As he sighed, he heard a small groan coming from the other side of the room. His roommate. Now, it wasn't actually known to most, since Nickel usually spends most nights in Baseball's room, but... Balloon and Nickel were actually roommates. Sure, they tolerated eachother and considered themselves as friends, but Nickel preferred Baseball more. And was Balloon mad about that? Not really. It's normal to like someone over others. Balloon liked Suitcase more anyway, so why would he get mad over that?
Balloons sudden thought train was interrupted by a loud exaggerated groan from Nickel. Balloon sighed once more, before reaching over and turning off the alarm. Balloon stretched out his limbs, before getting out of bed and going to the bathroom. As he brushed his teeth, his mind started to wander again. What would he have for breakfast today? Would it be good, or would OJ burn it again? He probably would, since he's known for his terrible cooking. Paper should cook more, he's better anyway. Hell, even Balloon himself is better! But, thats a big comparison, since Balloon has been cooking for awhile... best not to put it past him, right?
As balloon was thinking, his mouth started tasting chalky. Oh... he didn't even put water on it. Well, this was a terrible start to a morning so far. He immediately wet his brush multiple times, stuffing it back and forth from his mouth to the water to achieve the foamy effect he liked. It felt more like his mouth was getting cleaned rather than just putting some paste and rubbing it in. Once he was finished, he spat out the foam from his mouth, rinsing his brush before putting it back. Was it just him or did his toothbrush taste weird, like... someone else used it? No.. Nickel wouldn't do that, he isn't that gross.
Balloon walked out of the bathroom, staring at Nickel, who... hasn't gotten up yet. Looks like he'll have to bring him his breakfast per usual. Balloon left the room, closing the door behind him. As he walked through the long corridor, he couldn't help but question why it was so quiet. Sure, he was on the highest occupied floor, but it's usually a little more lively. This thought sat in his mind as he got on the elevator, about to push the button, when...
"WAIT UP-" Nickel shouted, running as fast as he could to join Balloon in the elevator.
Balloon smirked, deciding... he can wait today. Balloon pushed the button, his smirk getting bigger as he saw the annoyance spread on Nickel's face. He always looked so goofy when he was annoyed. Once the elevator doors closed, Balloon waited, whistling the toon that played in the elevator while tapping his foot. After awhile, he heard a ding noise, the elevator doors opening as he snapped out of his thoughts. He walked out of the elevator, looking around.
Trophy was sitting on the couch with his legs spread wide open, Pickle and Knife were playing video games on said couch while Soap spectated from afar, Paintbrush and Fan were getting a serving of food, Lightbulb was attempting to steal cookies from the cookie jar, and Oj was attempting to not burn the food. Not many people were down here yet, which was surprising. As he took a glimpse of the videogame being played while he walked by, the elevator opened again, showing... Nickel, with an obvious pissed expression.
"Thanks for holding the door." Nickel said in a sarcastic tone, walking past Balloon.
Balloon just chuckled, finding it funny. Besides, the two were close enough where he wouldn't hold a grudge over it. Balloon followed close behind Nickel, going to get a plate for himself as well. Once they were both there, Nickel attempted to reach the plates, and... it's safe to say he couldn't. Balloon chuckled.
"Still too short to reach the counter?" Balloon teased.
Balloon just smirked, before getting plates for the two of them. He got his own food before helping Nickel get his own as well, making sure he didn't have it fall onto the floor either. Atleast... he tried. Nickel was trying not to drop it, looking a bit desperate at this point.
Balloon decides to speak up. "...You need help?"
"Oh nooo, I totally don't- HELP ME." Nickel uses sarcasm at the start, before demanding help.
"Say it nicer and maybe I will." Balloon says, giving him a challenging glare.
Nickel sighs, before mumbling. "Please... help me."
Balloon grabs his plate, holding it for him as they walked over to the dining table. They took their respective seats, Balloon putting the plate infront of Nickel. Balloon started eating, picking up his fork and grabbing a piece of fried egg. It looked... a little overcooked. He couldn't complain though, since he was told to watch his weight recently. And obviously he can't go back to McDonalds just to get better food, so he sucked it up and started eating the overcooked eggs and burnt bacon. Balloon looks at Nickel, who's attempting to not throw up at how overcooked the egg is due to the weak stomach he has. Balloon smirks, finding it funny.
"It's not that bad..." Balloon says, still chewing.
"Shut the fuck up I am so close to vomiting right now- EUGHHH!" Nickel makes an exaggerated grossed out noise.
Balloon just chuckles, going back to his food.
After awhile, Balloon finishes his food, sighing. That was... disgusting. He looks at Nickel, who isn't doing much better. He's struggling to swallow the eggs, looking about two seconds away from throwing up.
"..Do you want me to finish your plate?" Balloon suggests.
"I'm.. i'm begging you, please do." Nickel asks, not wanting to finish it.
Balloon sighs, before taking his plate and reluctantly eating it. I suppose thats what he gets for being nice and feeling bad. Once he finishes a second helping, he feels like throwing up. He slowly gets up, taking the dishes and putting them in the sink. Oj, who was watching, smirks a little.
"If you liked it that much to finish Nickel's plate, you can take another helping if you want!" Oj offers.
"..No- no, thats okay! I'm- er... full." Balloon sheepishly says, not wanting to eat his cooking again.
"Your loss then." Oj simply states, before going back to cooking.
Balloon sighs, deciding to go on his daily walk. He walked away from the kitchen, going to the front doors. Once he was there, he opened the doors, walking outside to take a fresh breath of air. It was pretty nice outside. There was a nice steady breeze, the air was pretty warm, and it was overall a good day to be outside. Balloon started walking, deciding to go on his usual trail. As he stepped foot into the forest, he heard various chirping and rustling in the woods, the sun lightly shining into the gaps of the thick forest leaves. His eyes landed on a red bird, it seemed like a basic cardinal. He watched as it flew overhead, but.. it went to a route he knew.
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He watched the cardinal, before deciding to follow it. There was no harm in it anyways, right? He was bored, and this bird happened to go a way he knew. No harm done. As he followed the bird, he eventually was led to a cave. He hasn't gone in one of these yet... maybe it wouldn't hurt to try? He's watched some cave exploring videos after all, so it wouldn't hurt to try it out... Besides, it looked fun! Maybe he'd find something cool, like a pretty crystal or a small cave lake. So, with that, he entered the dark cave.
