Merging Realities || an II AU

[3] Paradise

hello! This chapter is really long-

Please note that i am very talkitive, so feel free to make as many comments as you want!

Warnings!

Severe injury 
Death(?) 
And a lot of foreshadowing!

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uh, Enjoy bc this chapter gets to 1200 before a character comes by. (Take breaks if needed. Self care is important)

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-No POV:-

It was a sunny day, the waves crashing onto one-another while the Inanimates that could fly chirped and played above the waters surface. the peaceful sarene was broken by the sound of a boat's horn, Inanimates scattering at the noise.

As the boat rolled across the ocean, the sounds of talking soon filled the air, a tall object laying down on a Lounge chair soon spoke to themself. "Ah...here comes para-dAIYAIYAIYAISE!" the brush yelped before sitting up, looking over to see a vile and multi-colored circle on the other side of the boat.

"Woah! Neato to the third degree Yinyang! But uh, what're you fishing for?" the vile spoke, wanting to see what the sphere was up too. "Not fishing for friends, so GET LOST- YANG! We are fishing for out ticket." the figure switched demenor very fast as they spoke. "Why would it be in the water-" "I THREW IT IN THERE!" "Yep. okay." the glass said, not wanting to push them any farther.

The brush walked up to the other two disliking the fighting they were hearing. "Hey you buckaroos...could you please, I don't know. ZIP YOUR LIPS FOR MORE THAN TWO SECODNS?! thanks..." They smiled as everyone stared at them. before the fishing pole got a catch, the round one pulling it up harshly. Soaking the brush's bristles, and dampening their wood.

"THE MOTHERLOAD!" The narrow glass cheared. "Oh, Box. who taught you how to swim?" the vile and circle laughed as the brush stared at them, their bristles drooping down.
They growled in anger before a coin walked up to them. "Hang in there Paintbrush. as much as your enjoying the company, we're almost there." He reasured, in a sarcastic way.

"Good. Im exited to Finally catch a break." they said while pulling a seashell out of their soggy bristles, and wiping off seaweed that was stuck to their face. "Im not the biggest fan of Spoiled Lemmon's hits, but I cant wait to see them live at the resort-!" "All I wana do, Is go to a party!" a much shorter object slightly interupting them as he sang "Yep, my personal favorite still. even if it got snubbed at the groscers! and these VIP Tickets were a huge score Nickel! They're usually so overpriced!" the fan turned his attention to the coin

"heh, yeah. scalpers raisin' those prices. they're the WORST! heh heh." the nickel laughed nerviously. "um, I uh...didn't get these tickets by the way." he admitted
"Oh, well, score revoked. I thought one of you knew the band." The chinnese fan stated

"Nah." "Yes, haha! Oh no, I did not get them. I am not nice." The symbol stated, interupting the vile next to them. before she perked up "And even Box's generosituy wasn't the catalyst...fascinating....um, HEY BALLOON-!" "I wouldn't waste my breath. He's not really known for his 'authenticity'." the coin interupted, leaning up close to the tube. soon going down, leaving everyone to start up conversation.

"Oh lone mini-witch." a figure spoke, looking at the table of goods and food on it.
"All of your conflicting layers kept together by a lone pick. I just want to be you... keeping it together...even in the tough times!" His high pitched voice rolled across the wind, before he chomped on the food item
"Your sacrafice was a learning tool."
He gazed at the pick before the sound of another object caught his attention