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Normal POV "I GOT IT!!" Microphone bolted across her kitchen towards the home telephone on the marble counter, yelling at an almost inhumanly loud volume and nearly tripping over several wooden stools. She grabbed the vibrating receiver, almost dropping it in her haste. She removed both earbuds and stashed them in the pocket of her jeans. The phone stopped ringing as she pressed it to her ear. "Hey, Taco." She had immediately recognized the number of the Forbidden Forest Juvenile Detention Center on the LCD screen fixed to the charging station. "Mic, it's so nice to talk with you again." Taco's British-accented voice sounded smooth and kind

Taco: Everything is great. Everything is grand. I've got those million dollars In the palm of my hand! Rocky: Everything is perfect! My hopes are up in space! I can't seem to wipe This smile off my face! Life's a happy song, When you've got your good ol' friends to sing along! Jigsaw: When you're alone, life can be a little rough. Nonexisty: It makes you feel like you're not there at all... Pin: When it's just you, well, times can be tough. Tennis Ball: When there's no one there to catch your fall! Gun: Everything is great! Everything is grand! I've got this silly little game Under MY command! Golf Ball: Everything is perfect, But I ju

Normal POV “Alright…” The supervising teacher looked over her checklist, gnawing in anticipation on one end of her pencil. This was the first school-sanctioned trip she had the chance to watch over as a recently hired educator for Object High, and she had almost convinced herself she wasn’t going to mess it up. She slid the pencil behind her ear and gave the students before her a smile as bright as the thin blanket of snow that covered Object High’s football field. “It seems as if everyone is here. Now, it will take about three hours for this bus to reach the Radiance Winter Resort, so we aren’t comi

Clock's POV "We have liftoff! Go, go, go!" I yelled enthusiastically, mashing the buttons of the enhanced video game controller Joystick had let me borrow to convert into a steering mechanism for my model plane. The prospect of winning a shiny medal and an article in the district magazine seemed closer to me than ever before, as only mine and Test Tube's aircrafts remained in the course, dodging the various obstacles put in place for the competition. I had spent hours upon hours designing, building, checking and rechecking my masterpiece of aviation, and I was sure nothing would go wrong. Despite that apparent knowledge, I was still incredib

Normal POV "Good morning, Object High!" Microphone's voice resounded through the speaker systems lining the hallways. "This is Mic, and I'm here with your morning announcements for today, Monday the 31st of October. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!" Her volume increased suddenly and drastically, causing most of the students to flinch, several to cover their ears, and Woody to fall out of his chair. "Sorry, speaker volume error again..." She chuckled nervously. "Anyway...don't forget to attend the 20th annual Object High Halloween party. It begins at 7:00 tonight and ends at 9. Come in full costume! Refreshments will be served and a DJ will be present." P