Object-o-pocalypse

[ TERM ONE : Ashtray ]

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[ TERM 239 : TEST TUBE'S LABORATORY ] 

[ LOCATION : HOTEL OJ , VENDING MACHINE ] 

[ TIME LOGGED IN : 06 , 20 , 2036 ] 

It has been decades since Inanimate Insanity first started. The island was so pure and full of life, but now it has taken a complete opposite turn. Making it into a completely blood-facilitated wasteland. Full of dead bodies, blood splatters at each and every corner, limbs and arms completely torn in to shreds or completely popped off the body, dead animal life, and flowers. Completely torn and wasted. This, this was the current status of Hotel OJ. For now, and forever.

Nobody knew how it first started, but Test Tube was always put to blame. With all her 'fun and wacky' trinkets and gadgets.

When the infection first happened, you could notice flowers were dying quickly. Paper noticed this while tending to his flowers. Then, it was heard on the news that an object killed another object and ate their brain. 

There had been nothing like it. An object had never eaten an object's brain before. 

Sure, there had been murders and murderers, but not somebody who wants to start an object apocalypse! 

But unfortunately, the infection began slowly spreading. I have decided to hide in the laboratory. It's a bad idea, but we'll all end up dead anyway. I have no hope; I'm completely drowned out. 

I can't remember how this happened or when it started. All I want for it is to end it.

I brought a few friends down to my laboratory; I have a pretty big laboratory anyway. I was thinking of expanding it more. But with the limited supplies, it's hard to. 

I brought Fan, Paintbrush, and Lightbulb to live in my laboratory; I didn't trust them with Oj, even though he's my friend. I can't imagine the little objects; they are just so small and can't see things. 

Fan is a nice guy; he's a technology engineer that's really good at making anything technical. He helped me make my computer and my night vision goggles, which he usually wears on his head. 

Paintbrush is also a great help. While they might be quite an artist and paint all day, they do have some pretty good fighting skills. But they tend to get mad easily; it's quite fascinating how their hair catches on fire when they get mad. 

Lightbulb is... certainly there. She isn't a huge help, but she is a light. We tend to have often blackouts. 

My gadgets are quite useful; I don't have a lot, but I've made trinkets for all the other objects. When I was first down here, I made a pretty powerful flamethrower. Obviously I haven't had the chance to use it, yet. 

I have a side bag with potions and testing tubes, with a rope hanging besides it. Hopefully to throw on the infected objects, making them run away or something. 

It isn't really fun down here, but I guess it's something. I would be dead if it weren't for my friends. 

I slowly opened my eyes to see Lightbulb close up to me, fast asleep. Unfortunately, due to limited supplies and what we have, we had to share beds. No bunk beds, beds. Lightbulb tends to cuddle with me some days, usually when she has a night mare. I don't mind it; I find it quite funny. 

Fan and Paintbrush, on the other hand, usually turn to the side to sleep. They never face each other. I think they would be... nevermore. They don't hate each other, I guess it's just, one-sided or something, y'know?