OJ's hotel has been absolutely BOOMING lately. And that kind of success was... hard to manage, to say the least. Especially since OJ couldn't seem to find a good assistant to help out with things. He'd tried, sure, but all of them just... fell flat in one way or another. So imagine his surprise when Steve Cobs, the CEO of Meeple Inc., offered to BUILD one for him. Well... who was he to turn down the offer of a lifetime? [Robot Paper AU! TW: Themes of implied/reference @bus3 will be scattered throughout the chapters. AU by me, @lakeey10, and @miilkyun (who also designed the incredible cover!) on discord Originally uploaded to AO3 from May 15 2025 - June 30 2025]

An inanimate insanity fanfiction for nickloon!1!1 Nickel is an assassin who has duties to obviously assassinate people, but the new target his boss gave him was a bit different.

When objects seemingly get murdered and MePhone4 can't figure out how to revive them, people start suspicions about what may have happened and who killed who. During the havoc of all this, Test Tube starts to go crazy, and wanders into the woods alone... TW!!!! Kidnapping Murder Violence Descriptive Gore Manipulation Self Harm Suicide Side note: I don't have the entire story planned out, so I am making a lot of it up as I write.

TW// This fic includes topics of Gender Dysphoria and Depression. Reader discretion is advised Paintbrush is a 16 year old dropout music artist with a dream to become mainstream. Even though they may have the skills, do they have the willpower to get through their journey alone?

An object show about a phone and a circle who wanted to make an object show but plot twist that is actually a little story being made by some kid named Emily and is trying to use writing as a way to forget about the world around her

In a twisted alternate universe, the BFDI contestants are no longer colorful individuals living freely in an island, simply participating in a weird game show full of zany obstacles, friendships, and intense, but in the end of the day silly antics run by some odd folks. Here, the cast are now artificially grown lab rats, trapped inside a hellish laboratory where they are all put through painful and rancid experiments, ran by extraterrestrial scientists hellbent on finding out which one of these unfortunate souls are going to be- "The DreaMaker." (CONTENT WARNING: THIS FAN FICTION CONTAINS LARGE AMOUNTS OF GORE, PROFANITY, AND GENERAL DARK THEMES. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED.)

Lightbulb wakes up in Hotel OJ to find everything... perfect. Too perfect. Everyone's acting like the best possible versions of themselves - Knife is gentle and soft-spoken, Taco and Pickle are happily together with no tension, and Balloon has completely dropped his desperate people-pleasing act. Even MePhone seems more stable and kind. At first, Lightbulb thinks this is amazing! All the conflict and drama that used to stress her out are gone. But something feels fundamentally wrong. The conversations are too polite, the smiles too consistent, and everyone keeps insisting they've "always been this way." When Lightbulb tries to bring up past arguments or drama, everyone looks at her with genuine confusion. "Lightbulb, why would you think Knife ever threatened anyone?" "Taco would never manipulate people, that's such a mean thing to suggest!" They seem genuinely hurt that she'd imply they were ever anything but perfect. She has to choose: pretend to be the "normal" version of herself that they want, or risk everything to restore her friends' true selves. But the more she fights against the artificial normalcy, the more she questions if maybe being "fixed" wouldn't be so bad after all... Content warning: Contains descriptions of medical content such as needles, surgeries, and existential stress. Also implied Lightbrush and a tad bit of Mephoj. Inspired by Will Wood's "Love Me, Normally", along with other songs. All characters are courtesy of Adamation, song references are courtesy of Will Wood. All cover art is mine. Woaahhh love me normallyyy woahh yeahhh woah yeaahhhh

A doctor makes living objects. Raised in small, isolated environments. Heavily monitored and kept perfect. But some of them, don't come out the way they were supposed to. And imperfections aren't tolerated.