All that glitters isn't gold -Inanimate Insanity AU-

-Hello there my friend misfortune!-

~2020~

Coarse sand pressed up against the base of his unusual body as he hopped along the beach. Cascading waves crashed up against the sands, beating, pushing, pulling, the action was more violent then usual. The waters of the ocean reflected the colours of the dark night, yet the full moon's silvery light shimmered across it's surface. A storm was on the horizon, that's all he got from how manic the waves had become. Or something supernatural was interfering with them..  it all slightly unnerved him, however he forced those feelings down, it was all in his head. 

Toilet readjusted the makeshift bag thing he carried, it resembled one of those thingy you see in cartoons. A long wooden stick, with a small cloth bag tied up at the end. The bag carried all of his possessions, what were they? Pictures- just pictures- pictures of his time on the show, pictures he sneakily took when no one was looking. He had taken these photos so he could remember the great time he had here before the show ended. Some of the photos he snuck included pictures of Mistah Phone, the contestants, himself and.. MePad. Toilet was careful to not let anyone see, careful to snag some of the greatest moments he had. Well- it would actually be a lie to claim no one knew of these photos.. MePad did.. and they once shared a picture together.. MePad found them amusing, he liked them.. but- Mistah Phone would have gone ballistic if he found out about the several photos that Toilet took of him... like the one of him being pissed-out drunk on a Saturday night- or the other one he had of the phone gorging himself on cookies like his life depended on it. Sure- in retrospect.. those memories were quite sad.. and there were signs.. 

Toilet didn't fully understand why Mistah Phone fired him, but he sensed it had something to do with A.D.A.M... something about the man terrified Mistah Phone.. Driving the phone to kick Toilet out like the trash he had treated Toilet prior.. maybe he did something wrong? Maybe there were signs he didn't pick up on.. maybe if he tried better- Mistah Phone wouldn't have fired him.. maybe Mistah Phone would've treated Toilet with the same respect he gave MePad if he did better.. but.. Toilet just didn't make the cut did he? Now- he had no idea where to go.. so he just wandered down the vacant sands of the beach. Admiring the crashing waves with remorse, thinking over what could have been if he had been enough for Mistah Phone...

Toilet blinked, coming to a complete stop as a looming bulk of metal lay abandoned at the beach. A broken down hull of a sailboat.. it's dishevelled sail flapping uselessly at the mild winds that picked up slowly throughout his inner turmoil. Toilet didn't know what to make of the object, it clearly had been here for ages. Telling by the cracked and rusted down hull of it, as well as it's tattered sails. But why was it here? And were there.. rocket boosters at the end of it?

Toilet inched closer to investigate, his curiosity out weighing any apprehension he may have possessed.. Toilet didn't think anything else could be here with him as he approached the sailboat. As he hovered closer to the ruins of what probably was once a magnificent boat. Toilet peered down at it, his nostrils no longer overpowered by salty waters, instead he picked up on the same sort of electric energised smell Mistah Phone carried... MISTAH PHONE??

Toilet perked up, this object clearly was generated by the phone- years ago- many many years ago.. maybe this was the original transport the phone took to arrive at the island? Toilet doesn't know much about the host's past- but- he did know the phone didn't originally come from the island. That would be stupid! That corn man built him! Toilet knows that, he has been to the silly cloud in the sky that the corn ran.. oh- this sailboat had rocket boosters- the cloud was in the sky- that confirmed it.