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tuzesdays · 18 days

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Waterlogged

A fic commission for @frostios, who's been having a MASSIVE object show fixation lately. They had me watch "ONE" with them and it was by far my favorite of the bunch, so writing a character study of the main 'villain' was a treat.

Warnings: Miscommunication, Attempted Murder, Major Character Injury

He meant to go through with it.

A deal’s a deal. Why would he lie? Backpack gave him the cassette player, he already held up his end, so Airy doesn’t mind cutting off the competition. Yeah, it was a lot of work to set up, but sitting by the fire that night… he had a few ideas that would make the next one better. More fun for everyone.

Backpack didn’t sound like he had fun in this one, but from what Airy’s seen, he’s always like that.

Grumpy. Clumsy, too.

… Why did he let go?

The only thing he can think of is that Backpack panicked and didn’t mean to. All he lost off the waterfall’s edge was a few papers and a cord. Why would a bunch of tiny papers matter when he was about to fall off a cliff? Even the cord would be useless here, there’s not any outlets that don’t go directly into the computer he’s been using for One. None of that stuff mattered, and even if it was important to him, it couldn’t have been ‘jump off a cliff’ important.

So he’s clumsy. And really easy to scare, which makes sense. He thought Airy would ‘take him out’ a few minutes before he fell.

Maybe he’s not used to being around other people. That would explain why he didn’t like One that much… but Backpack works at an office job, right?

Maybe being around other people is fine, but he’s not used to… living with them?

That would make even more sense. Airy didn’t make any separate houses on the Plane, because none of the contestants actually need to sleep there. And he only built one cabin here, too, because… he was the only one here. If Backpack’s scared of living with another person, it would make sense that he got freaked out.

Airy can’t really check if contestants have phobias; maybe he could, but he doesn’t know how. Medical records might turn up some stuff, but they might not. And he doesn’t really watch what people do in their homes, because watching feels a little… rude? Because he wasn’t invited?

It’s something he’ll have to figure out before the next competition. This one took a lot of time to set up, but he can re-use some stuff he already made. There are six more rounds he had planned, and he didn’t get to use any of them, so he can put some time into figuring out the phobia thing. He owes that to Backpack, at least. For scaring him so much.

He has to end One first, though, so it’s time to set up the tiebreaker early.

Backpack is sleeping in the cabin, and Airy decides it can be Backpack’s cabin for the night. They can switch so he doesn’t get as scared.

He’ll have to start working on another cabin, though, because Backpack’s probably staying and it would suck if he was scared all the time. Airy will have to get more wood from the forest in the morning.

Maybe by the time the second cabin is done, he’ll have figured out how to see what the new contestants are scared of. Maybe he could teach Backpack how to work the computer, too – he’ll probably get used to living here a lot faster if Airy shows him how to make planets. And having a co-host would be nice.

So he starts making the tiebreaker. It’s a pretty good tiebreaker, too, it’ll go great and even when One ends, there will still be a winner he can give a prize to. He’s been planning it for a while; all he needs is some sand and a rock.

Airy will have to watch really close this time, though, so he can make sure which contestant gets to the rock first. It’s supposed to be a tie-breaker, not a tie-maker.

He gets the sand, and he gets the rock. Shrinks it all down so it can’t crush anyone and pours the whole thing on the Plane, somewhere that it won’t bury any of his contestants. He doesn’t see any of them, but they can’t leave without him eliminating them, so he says what the last challenge is into the microphone and starts the final elimination round.

The chord to the Plane slips out. He plugs it back in without having to check where the dock is and gives the computer a quick glance to make sure it’s in there right. It is.

And then he waits.

It’s the final round. A little earlier than he wanted, but still, it’s exciting. A real end to one of his competitions. It’s great. It’s a relief, being so close to finishing this project.

One’s been a good competition. Everyone was really into it before he got hurt and had to take a break – they all lost some steam after the long time between contests, but they were still trying to win. He’s a little surprised they weren’t all in view for the start of this one.

It doesn’t matter too much, though, because it’s the final round. He doesn’t mind if one of them takes a long time to find the rock. Watching them is just as good.

They walk back into view eventually. From the bottom of the Plane.

Airy frowns. He really wishes they would stop going down there, he can’t see them from the desk when they do.

And clearly something happened while he wasn’t looking, because Scenty and Soda Bottle are sad.

He’s not that good at telling when people are sad, but Scenty’s crying, so that’s a big hint.

Now that he can see everyone, Airy can easily lean in to listen. Did a fight happen between contestants? This is stuff he has to know if he wants them to believe that they have viewers, and if someone was starting fights then it would definitely get a lot of attention—

Or, wait, that’s right. It’s the final round, so he doesn’t have to say anyone was voted out. There’s just the winner.

That’s a relief. He can give Scenty some privacy to cry, then. Soda Bottle’s already helping her.

So he waits.

And he waits.

Airy’s patient. He knows they all lost steam, and they’ve been taking longer to win challenges. He never liked being rushed either, so if they want to take extra time before someone wins and they all go home, he won’t stop them. It’s nice that they want to talk more. That they’re friends.

Contestants becoming friends is a pretty cool thought. None of them would have met if he didn’t have them join One. It’s… nice, to think that Airy didn’t just give them some challenges and a wish at the very end, he also helped them make friends. It’s cool. It’s great.

Scenty and Soda Bottle were also friends with Backpack, right? They’ll probably be really happy to say hi to him again. He’ll try to remember to tell Backpack in the morning, before Airy sends them home.

He waits hours and no one tries to find the rock. Eventually, the sun comes up.

Even after that, Airy watches for as long as he can before he has to get started on the day’s chores.

The second cabin won’t build itself.

It’s raining when he walks out and grabs the old axe he made and warns his new neighbor about what he’s doing. He has to remind himself to do that last part – Backpack would probably be fine waking up alone, but if he tries to find Airy and winds up standing in the wrong spot when a tree comes down, he’ll get hurt again. Because he’s clumsy. So Airy warns him before leaving.

After that, he takes it slow. Finds the perfect tree and starts chopping.

Steady, precise thunks of sharpened rock against wood. Like with every time he has to use the axe, the blade tries to slip off a few times. Every time it does, he has to stop chopping, re-set the thickest part of the rock in the groove of the handle, and tie the grass-woven rope tight again so it won’t fall out for a bit.

Thunk. Thunk. It takes around seven good swings to make the rock wobbly again. Rinse, repeat. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Airy sighs, most of the way through the trunk now. Slow and steady – when this one’s done, he’ll chop another, and another, until he has enough logs for a second cabin. It’ll take a while to make, but with Backpack helping it might take less time than the first cabin. With his own house, his new neighbor won’t be as freaked out anymore, and then they can start being friends.

He doesn’t notice the touch on his head, passing it off as a pool of rain until it’s followed by something hitting him.

He falls forward, rolling onto his side. Completely drops the axe – that’s dangerous, especially when Backpack is standing right there after kicking him.

“Who are those people on your computer?”

Backpack kicked him. Why? They didn’t hurt each other last night, Airy wasn’t even in the cabin with him, why is he acting scared again?

“Why is Owen on your computer?”

Owen…? He knows that name, right? “The… nail?”

“Why is he there?”

He doesn’t have to lie about the answer, because Airy knows it’s nothing worth kicking him over. Backpack will calm down once he explains. “Well, after this season ends, everyone will be sent back. You guys were really great contestants, so I thought picking people who knew you guys would be good, too.”

Backpack picks up the axe.

That’s not calming down. Somehow Airy managed to scare him even more – so he tries to back up. Backpack steps forward.

He’s… does he want to pick different contestants? Airy can pick different contestants, but he can’t say that right now because Backpack’s swinging the axe at him like he’s actually trying to kill him. He is trying to kill him.

But he doesn’t get it, he probably thinks that radio everyone goes to after they die doesn’t have that many channels, that getting killed isn’t permanent so it’s fine – that’s what Airy believed before he found this place. But this is his home now. He lives here, and finding another channel that will take him somewhere as nice as this one is almost impossible. Backpack doesn’t get that killing him might as well be permanent, he probably thinks Airy will come right back because it doesn’t matter.

And the competition! He promised to send everyone home, and he needs to be here to do it or One will never have a winner. His years-long project would never end if he’s not here. Backpack would have to learn the commands himself, and that takes forever on its own.

Backpack’s not thinking about any of that because Airy scared him again, but Airy is and he doesn’t want to die.

He tries to run, but gets tripped. Tries to steal the axe back, to get it away from his panicking neighbor before everything gets ruined, but the handle gets banged against his abdomen and Airy falls to his knees.

The only way to survive is dodging, so he does. He dodges a blade that would’ve gone straight through his head and into the tree on the other side.

The blade hits the tree and he hears a threatening creak.

Backpack keeps getting closer. Airy keeps going back. The tree starts to fall.

They both realize where it’s falling once it’s too late to move.

Of course it lands on Backpack’s leg. He’s really, really clumsy.

Airy shuts his eyes against the scream. Opens them once his new, formerly-panicked neighbor falls silent.

And sighs.

He nearly died. Backpack nearly killed him. If he wasn’t so clumsy, Airy might be dead now.

He’ll have to hide the axe before Backpack wakes up.

… Slow and steady.

He rolls the tree trunk off of Backpack’s leg and carries him to the cabin. His first few attempts at making a cast are still scattered around waiting to be turned into firewood – this is the second time Backpack’s managed to hurt himself like this, Airy realizes, and straightens the bone.

The noise makes him wince. It wasn’t nearly that loud the first time.

It doesn’t matter. One cast gets re-made, and after setting Backpack on the makeshift bed Airy makes a crutch to go with it. Some of the fluff on the bed falls out which he does – he hasn’t figured out a way to make cloth to hold it all in one place yet – but it’s fine, he used all the bedding he gathered yesterday too, so Backpack can still rest easy.

… Airy will need some more for himself, though.

That will take more time. He wanted to check on the final challenge after gathering wood, but it looks like sending everyone home will take a little longer. Hopefully that won’t also scare Backpack when he wakes up.

Once everything’s settled and Backpack doesn’t look like he’ll move anytime soon, Airy takes the single stool he made ages ago and sits with a sigh.

This was, maybe, the worst way to make friends with someone. He doesn’t even know what he did wrong – ever since coming here, all Backpack’s done is shout and call him names when he’s scared, he never actually explained anything, only demanded that the competition end. Airy thought they were friends after last night, or at least close, but something about the new contestants set him off again and he still hasn’t said anything about why.

Why did he attack? Why is he so scared of everything Airy does?

Airy doesn’t get it. He just doesn’t. Once Backpack wakes up and sees that he isn’t mad about almost dying, maybe Airy can convince him to actually say why he’s scared.

But he won’t wake up for a while.

… It’ll be dark soon. The rain’s already made it darker than he’d like it to be, but Airy needs bedding for the night or he won’t sleep. He needs to gather more reeds from the cliff.

So he stands up again and goes to find his basket.

He’ll gather some reeds. He’ll sleep, and Backpack will heal. Hopefully they can talk in the morning, and Airy will finally find out why all this happened this way.

Once he does, they can finally start getting along.

But one step at a time. Slow and steady.

Airy walks up the waterlogged path to the top of the cliff.

#fic commission #hfjone #one object show #airy hfjone #liam hfjone #yes i DO have an ao3 but since its a commission this wont be posted there #hope the airy girlies appreciate this right and correct interpretation. no im not taking constructive crit

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doodlebeeberry · 16 days

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Why she was sitting up on the pool rim with her, then, Charlotte didn't know.

wip of a charlotte and amelia fic cause. i dont really have a good reason i just feel bad leaving it on my hard drive for so long with out touching it.

The plane wasn't quiet. It had been, it had been really quiet, for a while, back when Airy had first disappeared. Hours (days? Weeks? Months? Shifts, the others had started calling them, like they were stuck at work instead of in Hell, though she herself could never get in the habit) of silence would stretch over the plane on all sides. Charlotte, more often than not, would use that time the same way she almost always did: sitting back, thinking, watching, on occasion, whatever the others were up to. Fun times. But, sometime in between dying–or reviving, reincarnating, she didn't even wanna begin figuring that one out, so dying it remained–and Backpack–Liam–making an appearance…wherever Airy was, something changed. She'd noticed while trying to take a nap, how there was always noise now, some little background noise beyond the usual chatting that was a frequent fixture of this place. She heard rain pretty often, or what sounded like rain, sometimes like a drizzle and others like a down-and-out hurricane. Typing was even more common, the clunky kind from a loud keyboard, alongside computer mouse clicking and muttering. Lots of muttering. Lots of muttered curses, to be more specific, in a voice eerily like Liam's. Honestly, it sounded like someone had walked away from a voice call without turning the microphone off, all that kind of unconscious background noise. Putting two and two together, she could guess that Liam himself had something to do with it. Figures.

At the moment, she heard the faintest sound of snores make their way down to them, which had followed behind keystroke clacks, slowing steadily until, with a final little clatter, the vanished altogether. It was an easy picture to paint, Liam slumped over whatever keyboard he had on his end, asleep with his cheek pressed flat on the keys, and fitting given that almost everyone down on the plane was asleep as well. Subway and Whippy had gone inanimate–another wonderful phenomena of this place she wouldn't bother figuring out–in a little pile, one stacked on top of the other. She'd caught Tray dozing on the far side of the pool, and last she saw Scenty and Soda–Bryce–they'd been in the shed failing to play chess, she could only assume they'd fallen asleep at some point too. Charlotte was tempted to join in, honestly, she certainly felt tired. Earlier she'd been pulled, five against one (though it really wasn't much of a fight) into helping whittle down some of the wood from that last stake into something they could actually use. Someone–Subway, she guessed–wanted to make another game board, so that they'd have something to play other than chess. But despite actually doing something today, the keyboard noise combined with the renewing ache of growth in her shoulder had kept Charlotte awake, enough so that she'd said Fuck It and went on a short walk down to the plug and back in the hopes that it'd knock her out. Which it hadn't yet, even though she was already on her way back. Passing by Subway and Whippy, still inert, she groaned internally. Staring off into space and thinking–spiraling, more accurately, though she wouldn't put it like that–hadn't exactly done her any good before she died. Charlotte wasn't keen on playing that game again, but she didn't have anything else to do, particularly with just about everyone else asleep. She could swim, she thought, but hesitated at the thought of all that moisture mingling with her mold. She passed by Atom, the only other person awake by the looks of it, noticeable only by an overturned triangle of grass, bobbing as he tried drawing in the dirt with its tip. He greeted her, just like he had when she'd left. She could sit with him, watch him draw, even draw herself if she wanted, but…eh. She wasn't really one for art. That, and Atom was another one of those quirks of the plane she didn't wanna put much thought into; she didn't really like hanging around with just him. She nodded back at him, returning his greeting, and approached the shed. If nothing else, she could always steal the chess board from Bryce and Scenty while they slept, though the thought of playing a one-on-one match with herself was absolutely humiliating.

Charlotte sighed, rounding the corner. What she wouldn't give for her flat-screen. Or her phone. Or the internet. God, she missed the internet. All the movies or games or books she could have ever wanted had been right at her fingertips, and now she'd been reduced to just whittling away her time. Literally. It sucked. Before she could get too far with her griping, though, she glanced into the shed. The sight gave her pause. Bryce was there, as she'd guessed, leaning back with his feet kicked up on both the table and the board–the bastard, she thought, unable now to steal it without waking him–but that was it. Bryce was asleep alone, Scenty nowhere to be seen. Huh. it wasn't a cause for concern, really. Unless she'd fallen from somewhere, somehow, and shattered her sorry ass Charlotte knew she was fine–not like they could get lost here, after all, or go missing–but it was weird. She shrugged, turning away from the scene. Not like it was any of her business what Scenty got up to in her down time. But no sooner had she written the situation off did she spot the woman of the hour perched up on the rim of the pool, alone, facing the water. Again Charlotte paused–that was even weirder. She could count the number of times she'd seen Scenty up there on one hand with fingers to spare, and not once had she been alone. The ladder in her sights, Charlotte weighed her options.

...At least the climb up the ladder was short.

Annoying, given the bad are and shit depth perception, but short. And the view from the rim wasn't terrible. Not that there was much to see, beyond the occasional sleeping forms of the others-now including Tray, visible from this vantage point, still curled up exactly where Charlotte had last seen her-but you could see the curvature of the plane, the way the "grass" seemed flatter the further out you squinted. At the very least, you could see it all more clearly that you could from the ground. At its edges, the sky was grey. Greyer, anyway, or duller. The sun sat squat overhead. Scenty sat criss-cross a scooch or two away. Hands at her side kept her balanced on the thin edge, Charlotte thought. She pulled herself up onto the lip, alongside her. Scenty didn't acknowledge her, if she noticed her at all, staring into the water. Reflected back, Scenty's expression was steady. Charlotte watched her a moment, then, with a splash, plopped her feet into the water. Perfectly lukewarm. Eugh. The reflection rippled. Scenty glanced at her slightly. Charlotte caught her eye instantly. She raised a brow, and Scenty looked away. Charlotte did the same.

They stayed like this for several minutes. Looking around, into the water. Sometimes Charlotte would drag her feet, back and forth, making the sun around their heads distort. Charlotte and Scenty hadn't talked much lately. They'd talked a little, in a place like this it was almost impossible to avoid one another entirely, but all of it was short and none of it mattered much. Just shift talks, mostly. Somewhere along the line, Subway, nosy bastard that he was, insisted on knowing more about her life-particularly her cave exploring, which both he and Whippy claimed was too cool a topic to keep to herself. She'd relented eventually, if only (she would say) to get them off her back, and one little story-time turned into another, then another. Then the others started throwing in their own experiences–who was dating who at Tray's school, convoluted sub-atomic politics as described by Atom that Charlotte simply could not wrap her head around, a story about sibling mischief that made Bryce sound fonder than she'd ever heard him. Even Liam had joined in a couple of times, with weird telemarketing stories that made him laugh tiredly. It became part of the work shifts, like yoga or whittling. Scenty, meanwhile, never joined them. Charlotte only offered once. She wasn't surprised, being turned down. She remembered what'd happened, just before Bryce showed up. Scenty was set on leaving that chat unfinished and Charlotte couldn't be assed to do anything about it, even if it kept them from actually talking about anything ever again. Whatever problem Scenty had, that was her business.

Why she was sitting up on the pool rim with her, then, Charlotte didn't know. She hadn't really thought this through as well as it seemed. Scratch that, she hadn't really thought this through at all. But the silence was getting awkward, with everyone else too asleep to break it. "The water's…nice," Charlotte tried lying first. Scenty hummed. The quiet returned. Damn it. She kicked the water around a bit. "You don't come up here much," she observed instead. "Not really, no," Scenty replied.

#i dont know when im gonna finish this given that i wanna focus on fwd after i get the whole graduating thing out of the way #but i like this fic. its fun (and also going places i didnt intend it to oops)#rambles #'tal why did you put a preview line for a wip thats silly' i felt like it. dont ask questions #hfjone

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ehh-is-the-name · 4 months

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Time for hfjone society rant again

Now this has been brewing in my mind since early ii s2 eps, but this post specifically is directed more towards ONE.

Object prejudice is probably a thing, right? Object racism- ableism, whatever you wanna call it, I feel like it's gotta be real.

I could totally see someone being like "Well you can't do that, you're too fragile" or "Glass objects are always so sensitive" or even straight up having signs for specific objects to not be allowed places (and it's not for their safety).

Especially if ONE is a lot like Earth. I mean, they've got the Golden Gate Bridge, California, the US as a whole, and France- if they have different countries then they probably follow at least a similar history. And if they follow a similar history... Well, that'd mean object slavery was a thing, right??? We already know they've got capitalism, with Bryce stuck in a fast food place living unfulfilled, Liam being a telemarketer of all things, Charlotte having to deal with the healthcare system, and Oscar is literally in a homeless shelter. And we gotta be honest with ourselves, capitalism is the reason people bought slaves--it's cheap labour for more profit. So if capitalism exists to this degree, and countries too, and we know that the earth our main protags come from is supposed to be a reflection of our earth, then it's not completely outta line to think that there would be object prejudice.

But if object prejudice is a thing, what objects are being marginalised? Fragile objects? Limbless objects? Organic objects?? Damaged objects???? I like to think that all types of objects would've been around for long enough for systemic prejudices to not be a problem, but all of this does suggest there's something going on there. Then more questions are raised if all of this is lining up, like Was there an object holocaust? Object eugenics? Object 9/11???

What kind of objects were oppressed because of that? Would it be based more on language because every object could be found everywhere? Would a prejudice object just be like: "All objects from ____ are evil and they should not be allowed into my country!" But to know about objects from ____ they would have to hear them speak, or see their passport or something.

I think these questions are getting out of hand... But it feels sorta wrong to say nothing happened in NYC on September 11th, 2001 in the hfjone universe. It feels like erasure? Like I'm doing a disservice to those who would've been affected by object 9/11. Yeah, I'll take a step back, I'm probably thinking too hard about this one.

Maybe there are object sociologists who know what the fuck is going on 'cause I don't.

#I really am thinking about this too hard. I sound insane #there don't /gotta/ be object prejudice #but like I still feel like there probably is #This is what I get for thinking about 9/11 while writing fic #hfjone #hjfone #hfj one #osc #ehh exaggerates

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alittlebitbaffled · 10 months

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So I finally watched hfjone and I was not expecting that ending. I fully didn’t believe it was the last episode, I’ll never recover.

#been reading alternate ending fics to cope #hfjone #object show #osc #hfjone liam #liam hfjone #hfjone fanart #object show community

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bunnieswithknives · 1 year

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Airy goes to Inanimate Insanity.

#inanimate insanity #onehfj #hfjone #one #ii #airy #hfjone airy #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #art #digital art #fanart

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cat-vase · 8 months

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How would everyone feel if I released all the mintymath content I've written over the past year or so. There's not a LOT a lot and it's all drabbles but it's definitely enough to where I'd have to space it out over a couple days so I don't flood the tag.

Does anybody even know what mintymath IS anymore. You will. This is a promise

#hfjone #onehfj #hfj one #mintymath #please i have so many feelings about them #i have a whole fic in my head. that wont get done ever. but like. bits and pieces tho...... 👀

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cassidysparacosm · 1 year

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Lil aggie.io sketch since i havnt talked abt objectphibia in a while

#object shows #amphibia #amphibia au #objectphibia #liam hfjone #golfball bfb #gelatin bfb #i promise i havnt forgotten abt this au!! i just have been distracted lately by other projects #but i havnt given up on the fic! its still in my notes and i have the ending for the first chapter planned out

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the-cosmic-blogger · 6 months

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Ch6 of Adjusting is here since Ch7 is done!!! :D enjoy!! :3

#cosmitalk #hfjone #hfjone fic #hfjone spoilers #sequel to The Way Out #hfjone airy #hfjone liam #hfjone bryce #hfjone amelia #hfjone texty #hfjone fanfic #fan continuation #one 18 spoilers

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cheechdog1 · 9 months

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That feeling when you and your friend are the greatest bestest friends ever and are rarely apart, but then she he goes missing, and you lose the will to go outside, causing you to become a shell of your former self, and the only thing you tell your feelings to anymore is a non-sentient diary ⭐💡

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#hfjone #hfjone oc #osc #object oc #I'm cringe now lol #my art #oc tag #will write a fic with her and her bff when I stop being lazy #but in short #she's the embodiment of the extrovert to introvert pipeline

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icefireanimates · 2 months

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Is the mutual bingo we send an ask to you and you bingo us or we send an ask to you with our bing for you-- Just in case, here's my bingo for you 🥰

I said bingo so many times just then-

yayy

#idk what to say it’s #it’s 5 am and i just got done writing >700 words for a hfjone fic in 5 hours #im going to bed

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cactus-zombie · 2 months

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❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

“You like it? I wasn’t sure what objects ate aside from cake. So I made some.” Benry sounded sincere, Watching Liams actions carefully as if to gauge his reaction. Liam slowly picked up his fork and poked at the cake unsure. Sure it’s been a long time since he ate real food that wasn’t things he foraged. But this was the first time he spoke to someone in years, And he didn’t really want to lose that just because Benry accidentally poisoned him.

#fanfic #ask game #this is from a silly fic I'm working on #where Benry hlvrai and Liam hfjONE meet each other and end up teaming up to get back to their respective realities #Hijinx ensue

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upsidedowngrass · 1 year

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hellooo here is a 810 fic character study fic on amelia set RIGHT before the beginning of ep 9 :)

(meant as a companion fic to my other character study, Votes are Fake, but this can be read on its own)

(also uploaded on ao3!)

It almost doesn't seem real to her, hearing Airy's voice again. She would think she had just imagined it, had Backpack not heard it, too. Definitely heard it.

She doesn't know how long it's been since Airy made his return known, but it was long enough for Backpack's panic to have faded off into exhaustion.

Scenty would like to say she was able to help console him during this, but she herself was struggling to process Airy being back, and what that meant. Instead, she'd wallowed in her own unease about it, before really noticing Backpack's distress, quickly lowering herself off the stump and sitting next to Backpack. She sat by, took his hands in her own and sat with him through the rest of it.

In all the shifts they'd spent together, they'd both come to better understand how to help one another better, but it was still far from perfect. With everything, the best help was usually for the two to stay by the others' side; no amount of reassurance would fix things and they were both hauntingly aware of this, so simply being there was the best the two of them could do.

Then, once Scenty had started finding solace in embracing the Plane, letting go of what could only hurt her, Backpack hadn't. Instead, he spent his time miserable, almost always lingering near the plug, clawing at it and hitting it and yelling at it until he was too tired to continue. He was so, so unhappy, and he didn't deserve it, so Scenty had tried to coax him into doing the same as she had. Call it pessimistic, but after so long here, it was quite obvious that the former contestants' options were to cling to the past and let that unfounded hope destroy them from the inside, or to move forward, and work on making the Plane home, somewhere they could be happy. It had been… hard for Backpack at first, him having a stubbornness Scenty hadn't expected him to have, but slowly, it seemed to help, as it had for her.

Now, she was regretting this. She really thought they were never going home, that his own inability to let go would only hurt him in the long run. After everything, after failing him so much, all she'd wanted was to help bring him some peace. He wasn't going home, and so it felt wrong just to sit by and watch as he held onto what she thought was an unrealistic hope, an impossible dream, until it destroyed him. She had thought it was the least she could do for him.

It pains her to have lied to him. It hurts her to have made him let go, too. Maybe, if she hadn't told him to let go, this would be easier.

Backpack's breathing had evened out considerably, but it still has an audible waver to it. He doesn't even look calmer. He just looks defeated.

She looks at him, and there's no blame in his eyes, though, and it kills her, a little. Somehow, it would be easier if there was some sort of betrayal in them. It would be so much easier.

He had wanted to go home for so long, just until a few hundred shifts ago. If she hadn't done anything, he'd be happy right now. He should be happy right now; out of everyone, he really did deserve to go home the most, nothing she'd gone through mattered much in comparison.

(She had already died, anyway.)

She continues to hold onto his hands with her own. There's not much else she can do. Maybe she should be taking advantage of the time they have left together. She wants to be hugging him, telling him how much he means to her, and how much she'll miss him. But there's nothing she can say.

Maybe, if she hadn't forgotten everything, she could tell him where she lived, her name, how to find her, so this doesn't have to be goodbye for good. With the competition back up, she'd be going home eventually, too (which she thinks she would've been happy about, once, but now it just makes her feel empty). The problem, though, is that she did forget, and she doesn't know how to remember any of it, now.

Scenty doesn't have to look up to know that a few of the others are nearby. She thinks she might've heard their footsteps, but she hadn't been able to pay attention to them.

Instead of acknowledging any of them, Scenty just keeps her hold on him, because she's not ready for him to leave, and it's painfully obvious that he's not ready to leave, either.

It shouldn't be this hard. He still doesn't look like he blames her for this, even though he should.

"Alright."

Airy returns, and Scenty weakly glares at the sky. She hates that voice.

"I'm… gonna start the elimination, now."

#hfjone #amelia euler #my fics #yippee!!#wrote this a little bit ago but have just had it sitting around #(also liam isnt eliminated RIGHT after the last line hes just teleported to the spot where he eliminates teh contestants #i didnt add it bc i felt like itd make for a clunkier ending than if ii just ended it right before)

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rosy-mocha · 10 months

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summary: Things have been getting pretty lonely on the Plane. (Especially for a certain subway seat.)

notes: subway uses he/it prns, takes place after one 18, angst, hurt NO COMFORT (also subway centric. others do appear briefly)

ao3 link below if u wanna read there idk

*Click click, tap tap*

The faint sound of keyboard keys could be heard throughout the Plane. Everything has been the same for the past few… days? Or was it just a few hours? It couldn’t have already been days, but it was hard to tell by the constant blaring sunlight that covered the entire place.

Everyone was out of view, doing whatever they were. Scenty was probably with ‘Bryce’ (That’s what Soda Bottle said what his name was, it was a nice name Subway thought), and Moldy was probably back near the pool.

And of course, Subway Seat sat near two objects though he only focused on one particular one. The blue, round container of whipped cream.

In all honesty? He didn’t know what he felt right now. Everything had happened so fast, barely anytime to process anything. They had pulled out the plug, only to have it put back in by Airy, then suddenly Backpack— Liam— somehow got into the place where Airy hosts, and now Airy’s dead?

Subway didn’t exactly know what happened between the two. Liam wasn’t exactly descriptive with his words, and he didn’t want to upset Liam any further, so he mostly kept his mouth shut. All that he knows now is that Liam is trying to learn how to teleport all of them out of the Plane using a computer. It certainly interested Subway, it wanted to know more about what was outside the Plane. (Though it’s not like Liam was going to say anything. He has been just as quiet as the others.)

He kept staring at the inanimate object. It felt strange seeing him like this now. He didn’t think he had seen Whippy Creamy’s inanimate form ever since the drawing challenge. Subway Seat frowned, would this have even happened if Airy hadn’t decided to make Bryce rejoin?

It thought about when Bryce was so… full of emotion when he had rejoined.

—

“Soda Bottle! You-You’re back!” Scenty yelled out.

Soda Bottle turned around with wide eyes. He couldn’t tell what emotion he was displaying all over his face; was it shock? Fear?

Everyone surrounded Soda Bottle tried to speak to him, but it was clear that the bottle wasn’t listening. “Liam…” he whispered, not saying another word. Liam? Who was Liam? Subway Seat soon shook off that thought once he suddenly heard a familiar monotone voice from above, “I have to go... Think of a new challenge. Go… uh… Welcome the rejoiner.” There was a sound of a microphone shifting around before it went quiet.

“Soda Bottle, I’m so—” Scenty spoke again before she was cut off by Soda Bottle facing away from them and stomping through the grass. Moldy took a step forward, “Wh- Soda Bottle! What are you—”

“Don’t call me that! My name is Bryce!” He turned around sharply, “I’m not letting Airy do this anymore!” He screamed out.

“Soda—” Moldy paused, remembering the name that he told her, “Bryce. There’s not much you can do to stop him.”

Scenty widens her eyes, “The plug.” she uttered.

“What? What about the plug?” Moldy questioned.

“That plug is definitely connected to this place. Maybe if we can unplug it, something will happen!” Scenty’s mood suddenly shifted, almost yelling out her words.

Doubtful looks were given to each other. “That may not be a good idea. We don’t even know what that plug is connected to. Plus, there’s no way we will be able to unplug that thing, it’s massive.” Moldy argued.

“...Show me where that plug is.” Bryce said.

Moldy staggered, “What? You can’t be serious about this.”

“Liam and I were so close to figuring this out! I’m not letting Airy take me another step back! Don’t you guys care about any of this? About being treated like some kind of toy?” Bryce raised his voice, “Airy has taken a part of my life, and I was just willing to just forget it! Pretend it never happened, but I don’t want that anymore!”

Bryce took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, “I’m sure you guys feel the same way. Please— we all have a home to go back to.” Bryce looked towards the ground, “Whatever this plug is, I know that it’ll help us. It has too.”

Dead silence. They all stared at Bryce in shock. Moldy sighed, “Okay, fine. Let’s do this.”

Scenty now stared at her, “Moldy? I thought you—”

“I will admit that I was doubtful at first, but you’re right.” Moldy took a deep breath, almost hesitating before continuing, “I… can’t keep staying here. I already know what’s going to happen if I do, and even if that wish is true, I don’t think I want to stay in this god-forbidden place anymore. Not any longer.”

No one else objected to that. They stayed silent for a while. “Well? What are we waiting for? Let’s show Bryce the plug.” Moldy started walking away from the group.

“Whoa! Wait— are we actually doing this?” Whippy Creamy spoke out for the first time.

“I don’t think we have any other choice. This could bring us back home! All of us! Don’t you want to at least want to try?” Tray exclaimed almost in an excited, hopeful tone.

“I agree,” Subway Seat chimed in, “If there’s any chance of escape, I think we should take that!”

Whippy didn’t look convinced, but after some time, he sighed, “...Alright, fine.”

Moldy and Bryce had already started going toward the plug. Subway Seat watched as Whippy Creamy and Tray tried to catch up to the two. He was going to come with them as well until he noticed that Scenty was still behind him. “Scenty? Aren’t you coming with us?” It asked her.

Scenty stood in silence for a couple of seconds before looking at Subway face to face, “Yeah… Yeah, I will.” she finally started walking, going in front of Subway, “We got to catch up now. Let’s go, Subway.”

They all felt so hopeful. That there was a chance.

But… it got dragged right away from them.

There was no celebration. There wasn’t even a second of cheer as the plug that they were trying so desperately to pull was shoved back into the Plane.

Subway Seat hadn’t even seen what happened, but he certainly heard.

The group, exhausted, just stayed silent for a moment trying to process everything that happened. Eventually, Whippy Creamy spoke.

“All that… for nothing?”

Subway Seat immediately felt panicked, “Don’t say that! I-I’m sure we can try again, maybe we can—” Subway tried to rationalize the situation, surely there was another way, there had to be!

Whippy sighed, “Subway… Just stop. Please.”

He shut up.

—

Subway Seat doesn’t understand why they haven’t come out yet. Liam was going to help, right? It knew that they were still able to hear what was happening, so why aren’t they doing anything? The object tried to come up with things to say, but every time he opened his mouth it closed back. However, it decided to just suck it up and tried to speak to them.

“You guys must be really upset over that plug thing, huh?” It said, “It's okay! I mean— I was too! But someone is helping us get back now!” He tried saying in a cheery tone.

Oh, who is he kidding? Of course, they would be so upset over this! He couldn’t just forget the way all of them had tried pulling, trying so desperately to finally end everything. He didn’t even know how long they were trying; it felt like hours clawing away at the plug, hearing Bryce scream all those words and the aching pain in its arms. Remembering it all… Subway doesn’t want to think about it anymore. It was probably the first time he felt so, so hopeless.

He fidgets with his thumbs, “Uh… It’s getting pretty quiet around here. I haven’t talked to anyone other than Atom. No one seems to… want to talk much.” It’s understandable, they probably need to rest their voice after all that screaming anyway.

“Uh, Whippy?” Subway Seat asked even though it knew that Whippy Creamy wouldn’t answer back, he still held onto that small sliver of hope, “I would really like to talk to you again… It was nice! Wasn’t it?” It smiled.

It kept staring at the container with optimism, but nothing happened. “I mean, it’s alright if you still need some time to rest! Just… think about it, okay?”

Subway turned around. He knew that staring at inanimate objects wouldn’t help. It pained him to even look at them. Why did he keep coming back here? He didn’t want to think about this anymore.

Subway Seat lifted himself with his arms and ‘walked’ away. There wasn’t much to do on the Plane, but surely there was something that could fill in the time! Talking to others was a big no. It didn’t mean he didn’t like the others, he liked talking to people! But his mood had deteriorated. It just wasn’t the right time to talk to others right now.

While trying to do anything, he found himself back at the spot again. It sighed, was there really nothing else here? It felt like a sudden wave of grief had hit him. Was this really all there was here? He had never felt so alone before, there has always been company it could rely on in the Plane, even before the competition the subway was always busy and he could hear all the conversations happening all around him.

Ever since he went to the Plane, he really got used to being someone. An actual person! Having limbs, having a face, expressing emotions… that felt pretty good! But of course, it would be lying if he didn’t want to go back to the subway. It was cramped, sure, but it was something he could call home.

Maybe… it could feel a bit more at home that way. The way the two objects stood still, it was a familiar feeling. Subway sighed and shook his head. It needed to be patient. He still had hope for Liam getting them all out, and it was sure that he would be able to do that very soon.

He gazed over at the objects again.

“We’ll get out of here. I promise that.” It smiled.

#hfjone #onehfj #fanfic #i decided to try posting my fanfics here cause..... why not???#note: this fic is old so sorry abt mistakes #hfjone subway seat #subway seat hfjone #hfjone whippy creamy #whippy creamy hfjone #whippyseat if you squint #hfjone amelia #amelia hfjone #hfjone bryce #bryce hfjone #hfjone charlotte #charlotte hfjone #tray atom and liam are there but its very minor

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