Inanimate Insanity Oneshots

Texting (Trophan)

(Also, a bit of lightbrush.)

One thing was for sure.

Fan hated parties.

Mephone threw one in order to create a "bonus" episode. It was stupid, and Fan was sure he only did it to get more money.

He sat in the corner, his face buried into his phone. Fan wasn't updating his blog, but rather texting Trophy. They've been communicating through text ever since he got eliminated.

F: At stupid party, want to chat?

T: You, the nerd, got invited to a party?

F:  Not really, it's for II.

F: And for the record, i've been invited to parties before.

T: Your "conventions" don't count.

F: Oh shut up.

T: I'm only joking, babe.

F: "Babe?" What, you flirting now?

T: With you? Maybe.

"What are YOU smiling about?"
Fan jolted up, startled. "O-oh, Lightb-"
He stared at her for a second.
"...Hold on, are you drunk?"
Fan was surprised. He didn't think that Mephone would bring alcohol to the party.

"Just... Just a bit. Don't worry bout' it, Fan-ny pack."

"Never call me that again."

"Anyway, who ya texting? Your boyfriend?" Lightbulb teased.

"Boyfriend?! He's NOT my boy friend!"

"Oh, geez, SOME-one's getting defensive."

Fan blushed, and turned away from her.
He was about to continue to text, but he had his phone snatched from his hands.

"Wh- HEY! Lightbulb!" Fan yelled, and tried to grab his phone back.
Lightbulb held it up, out of Fan's reach.
Fan started to jump, reaching for it.

"Babe? He called you babe? He's totally you're boyfriend."

"NO! Even if I WAS interested, he would never have the same feelings. I'm a dumb nerd, and he's a cute jock! Wait, no, I mean, he's not cute. He has a stupid face."

Then Fan heard a beep.

"...Did you hit the voice to text button?"

"Yup."

"What?! No, give me the phone!"

Fan slapped Lightbulb arm, the phone falling to the ground.

"No, no, no, cancel, cancel!"

The text already sent.
Fan fell to his knees, letting out a groan.

"My life is ruined."

"I was only helpin', Fan-ny pack. You'll thank me later~"

Lightbulb giggled and tried to pull Fan back up to his feet, but couldn't manage to do so in her drunken state, only managing to pull him onto his back.

"Lightbulb! There you are! Don't just wander around like that!"

Paintbrush marched into view, clearly angry.

"Painty-boo!"
Lightbulb squeaked, and ran over to them, wrapping her arms around them almost immediately.

Paintbrush rolled their eyes.

"Sorry if she caused you any grief, F-"

Paintbrush was cut off by Lightbulb leaning in and kissing them, still giggling.

Paintbrush's angry look quickly faded into a happy one. They pulled away from the kiss, only to drag Lightbulb away with them, disappearing onto the dance floor.

Fan's phone went off.

He stared at his phone for a good minute, not sure if he should check the text. But he did anyway.

T: You think i'm cute?

Fan felt his stomach twist, and his body get hotter.

No point in lying now.

F: I mean yeah have you seen yourself?

T: You're not joking?

F: I am if you want me to be.

F: ...Do you want me to be joking?

After 10 minutes, his phone rang.

This surprised Fan. Trophy and him almost never called.
He slowly picked up his phone.

"H-hello?"

"Hey."

10 seconds of silence.

"No."

"No...?"

"I don't want you to be joking."

Fan was speechless.

"O-oh." Fan stuttered out.

"Want to go out sometime?"

Trophy's voice was filled with fake confidence. It was clear that he was just as nervous as Fan, but just didn't want it to show.

"Y-yes!"

Fan shouted, before hanging up on him.
He sighed.

"I have a date. With Trophy. The cute, athletic, jock."

Fan started to grin stupidly, and giggled to himself.

"I have to post about this."