Knife and Trophy hated each other from the moment they first met. They hated each other throughout the entirety of their runtime together. They hated talking to each other. They hated being around each other. They could hardly even bear to hear any mention of each other. And yet, when things get tough, they're the only ones there for each other. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This is not a shipfic.

This is a Trophy x Cheesy fanfic, but based on the song Your Stupid Face by Kaden Mackay I understand if there's some mischaracterization here Forgot to mention, [THEY ARE ALL HUMANIZED!!]

Goiky Labs. Yoyle-Lands. Number Playground. Speaker Moon. Hear my call to the poor souls that have been left in the labs. Bring pity to the ones who have not been melted. I bring solace to the know of those turned into mechanisms, their minds muted to blissful utility. I mourn the children, the parentless children born in cold tubes and left trembling on the ground. They will know no sky, no sun, no moon, no ocean. Only white wards. White wards. White wards. ((((TW LIST: Hospital setting, evil mad scientists, drug abuse, suicidal ideation, depictions of serious mental health and PTSD. Psychological and Cosmic horror, Philosophical horror and Existential horror, Unethical and painful surgeries, dissection, cruel and unusual punishment, unnecessary suffering. Child mortality. Familial Abuse, Genetic horror, Clinically severe diseases. gore, gore, every gore you can think of, it's stupid object gore it'll get so bad trust me bro it's bad))))