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MOLD Inanimate insanity

After the show. The second season had ended, and things were going as it was before. But inherently different. Taco was there, so was Balloon, And OJ had decided not to make Taco stay outside like he used to do with Balloon. Because look where that had got him. Not anywhere good. But just like he had promised, Hotel OJ was no more. He had a new one built, not as grand as before, or blindingly orange as before, but it was enough to shelter everyone. Besides Marshmallow and Apple, as well as the ghosts who either didn't want to stay, or couldn't.

Mephone4 and Mephone3gs had gone off on their own, and nobody was sure where they were, but nobody really wanted to bring them up yet. Not as everyone was adjusting or getting settled. To help ease the dramatic emotional whiplashes of going from characters made for competition to ones who were just left to decide on their own what they wanted, they held game nights in the living room area. Cards, charades, pictionary, just something to keep their minds off it for a while. These nights made everything feel a little bit calmer, a bit more normal, and like everything would be okay.

Until one bright and early morning, Apple woke up with the sun. She was the kind of person who’d wake up at 6 am if the sun was out. She went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. She washed her hands, and then her face.. but wait, what was that? A dark squishy spot on her face. “Marshmallow!” She called for her friend, and she came after the second or third call.

Marshmallow, half asleep, walked into the bathroom and saw Apple standing at the mirror. “What’s it this time Apple? Can’t find your pony?” She looked up at Apple and saw the small dark spot on the right side of her face. “No Marshmallow! I think there’s something wrong! Whatever wrong means..” Apple insists there’s something wrong with her.

“Ew Apple you probably just need to wash more.” And with that, Marshmallow was heading back to her room with the intention of going back to bed. Apple stood for a while, then washed her face again before leaving. There was no way she was being gross. She washed everyday. But Marshmallow knew more than her, if there was something wrong, she would’ve said something about it.

Meanwhile at The Hotel, Taco had been sulking in her room. She wasn’t going out in the sun, or talking to anyone. She felt really depressed about Mepad and Pickle. Microphone came into her room to check on her. Mic knocked on the door. No answer. She opened the door with a gentle push. She was repulsed by the smell that was wafted into her direction. Taco raised her head from her pillow. “Mic? Why are you here?” Microphone rolls her eyes. “You need to leave this room eventually. You’ve been bed rotting for days now. And it’s not even a joke anymore, it smells like rot in here Taco!”

Taco looked at the floor. “Yes I am aware. I have not cleaned.” She admitted. “Well, have you even seen yourself lately? Probably not because it’s too dark here!” Microphone reaches for the light switch and turns the lights on. Her eyes widened at the appearance of Taco. She screamed with her entire mic volume. The scream was making Taco panic. “What, what is it?” Microphone didn’t even know what to say. Mushrooms, so many spores coating her shell and meat. The tomatoes weren’t holding on well either.

“I think.. We need help.” Microphone took Taco by the arm, and she tried to tug away at first. She didn’t want to leave her dark room, but the panic in Mic’s eyes made her know that this must be important. So, she went with her. As they walked out, everyone in the living room stopped to stare. “We need Test Tube! Where is she when you need her?” Microphone yelled for Test Tube before being told to just go to her lab outside. It was just a room outside disconnected from everything else in The Hotel.

Taco knocked on the door while Mic tried to prepare what she’d say to Test Tube. “Sorry I think my friend grew fungus” isn’t really a line she thought she’d be saying. Test Tube came and let them in. She took one look at Taco and shook her head. “Haven’t been taking care of yourself, have you?” She said with a passive aggressive tone. Taco felt her pride sink as she felt humiliated about forgetting to care for herself. “Sorry, that was not professional.. I know you were sitting in that dark room, and mold loves damp, dark places. We could try to just scrape the fungus off your shell and replace the meat and lettuce inside.”

Taco looked up at test Tube and nodded. Test Tube knew she wasn’t exactly qualified for this procedure, but she had the equipment, and they didn’t exactly have an on-sight doctor. microphone piped in. “Even after that, couldn’t she just re-mold?” Test Tube shook her head again. “If the food contestants could mold, they would have already done it years ago. No, this is a case of self neglect.” Microphone didn’t like Test Tube’s tone of dismissal, but she was the most scientifically educated here. What did she know about science? “Alright Taco, just get the procedure done and after you need to clean up after yourself. We don’t have the money to keep this up.”

Taco lies on the operating table asleep. Test Tube was literally pulling up Wikipedia articles to help her perform this surgery. Her and every other plastic surgeon. Carefully with a scalpel she scraped off all the fungi off her shell. She tried her best not to crack the stale, brittle shell as she scraped, but needless to say, a few cracks had formed. After a successful surgery, meaning that Taco didn’t die, she sat up and looked at herself in a mirror. “Huh. I suppose this is my new look.” She muttered as she ran her fingers over the blue splotches and cracks on her shell.

Tonight, everyone had gathered for game night in the lounge. Trophy sat on the couch, after being banned from game night. “Alright everyone, last night I had Toilet draw some cards for a memory match game” OJ announced to anyone who was there. He began to lay out cards. Taco, Microphone, Paper, Tissues, Salt, Pepper, Bomb, and Bot were all in a circle. In pairs of two, the team with the most cards won. The first round, Tissues and Paper had won because his sneezing had kept distracting the other teams. The second round Salt and Pepper won because Salt wanted a reason to impress OJ. And the last round Bomb and Bot had won, because of luck in the card arrangement.

“Hah! We won!” Bot exclaimed to the other teams. “Y-Y-Y-Yeah!!” Bomb adds, as they were both proud of their win. Taco and Microphone had expected to win at least one round, but the game was so fun that they didn’t mind losing. That’s how it should’ve always felt. Taco thought to herself.

Now it was time for bed, and OJ had to help the ones who had trouble sleeping to bed. YinYang, Bot, and the Cherries. In that order. OJ knew that if given the chance, YinYang would try to never sleep again. More specifically Yang. “I know you don’t want to sleep, Yang, but you both need to rest. And put the soda down, it’s caffeinated!” OJ tried to talk some sense into them. “Never! I will never need sleep! I am supreme overlord Yang! Oh hush, I am tired.” They fought with each other. “You guys, if you don’t go to bed, I’m going to take your stupid dinosaur!” OJ threatens, not sure of what else to do. Yang immediately shuts up. He didn’t particularly have an affinity for the dinosaur, but Yin did. Yin loved that plush, and he wouldn’t be the reason they lost it again.

“I will go to bed. let’s go, Yin.” They walked away. OJ sighs and then goes to Bot. They didn’t exactly need sleep, but they needed to charge each night, and they couldn’t ever figure out the wires on their own. “Thanks for helping me,” they said, excited to rest for a while. “It’s no problem Bot, you’re the easy one.” He sighed, plugging in the wire to their back. Loud footsteps came running to their room. Heavy panicked footsteps. The Cherries ran into the room. “OJ!” OJ turned to see what was wrong and was horrified to see that they looked squishy.. dark squishy spots on them. The left Cheery couldn’t stand properly. OJ ran over. “Cherries?! What happened?” “We don’t know. It just happened. Like over a few days.” They responded. “Well how many?” “Eight.. Nine? Please just help” OJ didn’t really need anything else.

With that, another trip to the lab. This time Test Tube seemed more concerned. “This is the second time someone came in with mold. Maybe it’s not just bad hygiene.” OJ looked confused. “Second? Who was the first? And if there was already one case, why didn’t you say anything?!” OJ got in her face. The cherries just sat in the chair, feeling weird. “Well, Taco is just a mess right now, how should I know it wasn’t just a lack of bathing?” “Well maybe because-!” OJ was cut off by Marshmallow running into the room, carrying Apple on her shoulder. “Make that the third case” Test Tube sighs. “Call in all the food objects, there’s something going on, and we need to stop it.”

7 objects, all happening to be a food item. Blueberry, Cherries, Marshmallow, Taco, OJ, Cheesey, and Pickle. stood before Test Tube. “So, everyone, it appears there’s been a decay in your health. That being rot. I know that Taco’s meat should’ve been the first one to start to mold, and based on her coming to me first, I can conclude that to be accurate. I just need to figure out how long I have before you all mold completely.” Test Tube knew she had a lot of weight on her shoulders, but after seeing Apples face squishy and withering away, she needed to help with her knowledge.

She had the Objects in a sort of quarantine center as she studied and researched how to make food preservatives, anything to slow down, or even stop the rotting all together. She thought maybe about dumping out OJ and refiling him with new juice, but with his size, they'd need many oranges. And they'd already used them all for eating, drinking, and some just rotted. But Then she found it, thanks to the golden arches. A food preservation method that would keep them from not molding for years and years. She came to the room with her conclusion a few days later. Blueberry was basically a push away from being mush. One of the Cherries had to be dragged around behind the other because one could still stand. OJ had mold growing on the side of his glass. Apple was browned and shriveled. Squishy. Taco and Pickel both kept growing fungus because Pickle was damp with vinegar and Taco hadn't fully gotten rid of the fungi in the first place. mold wise, Cheesy was the worst. He was absolutely covered in the fuzzy blue mold. “I have found a method of food preservation. It’s strong, and will keep you all alive. I think. But seeing your alternative..” Test Tube paused. She was sure she had found a solution.

After getting her hands on the concoction of chemicals she mixed them together to make food preservatives. She tested it on some fruit and they lasted a few days with no bad effects.

Taco sat on her bed in the room staring at the ceiling. She had nothing to do, no one to talk to, she could feel her body rotting. Being reclaimed by the earth. Pickle itched at the spores embedded in his flesh. “So itchy..” he whimpered, holding back tears. The fruit object had practically no life left. Blueberry had been the first to die, he didn’t last very long. The cherries were bedridden and hardly moved or spoke. Their four eyes just occasionally scanned the room. Apple didn’t stand well either, but she still responded well. “Hey marshmallow.. Do you think we’ll be okay?” Marshmallow just held her hand tighter. She didn’t answer that question.

The air was so thick with mold and fungus spores, and the smell of rot. Test Tube started to enter with a mask on. “Hello! Oh. Oh my.” She finally saw Blueberries corpse, her mouth dropping. “Why did you say anything!?” Test Tube shouted. Pickel angrily retorted, his voice still hoarse. “We did! We banged on the walls and screamed for an hour. But you couldn’t hear us!” He barked those words at her. Test Tube nodded. “I see, I must’ve soundproofed this room sometime in the past.”

Test Tube left and came back later with a trash bag, disposing of his body. She came back, forgetting to put her mask back on, she gagged on the air in that room. “Oh ew!” Apple just looked up at Test Tube, her eyes heavy. “Who are you going to save first?” She spoke with a lackluster tome. “I was thinking about the Cherries. They don’t seem so well.” Test Tube picks the up, leaves, and shuts the door behind her.

Days later, the Cherries didn’t come back. They all kept rotting in that room. “You guys, I can’t do anything to help you right now, but I don’t think we should just keep waiting around for Test Tube to show up again.” OJ proclaimed. “Well what do you think we should do? She isn’t very spore-ific about details!” Cheesey slaps his knee at his own pun. He spent most of his time there trying to use dark humor to cheer everyone up, but he was failing miserably. “We do nothing. We just need to wait. I know Test Tube and she wouldn’t just leave us like this.” Taco insisted she knew everything about everyone, because she thinks she is slick.

Test Tube stood in her lab, the Cherries had died, but how? They were preserved! The preservatives were too strong and must’ve killed them that way. Yeah that was it. Test Tube was trying to convince herself that she knew how to save them. That she knew what she was doing. But she didn’t. She had less than a clue. She looked on the web again, searching for something less strong. More natural. She got to work on acquiring more ingredients. Despite the weird looks from the store clerks.

Test Tube decided to try this one on Apple. She dumped the liquid on her. She waited to see if this would finally work. Apple screamed, she screamed and grasped at her flesh, the mush that was left of her former body. Chunks fell off with a quick fall to the floor. The preservatives on rotten food did nothing good. Preservatives slow mold, not kill it. Mycotoxins form with this procedure, and it basically poisons them painfully till they die. Test Tube learned this after two tries.. and a mishap. But now she had nothing to go off of. She couldn’t preserve what was left of them. She couldn’t save them. But now what? What would she do?

Cheesey sat in the corner of the room, facing the wall as he tried not to move too much. Mold on the walls, the floor, the air. It was everywhere. OJ was talking to Taco. Normally he would never do this. Never dream of talking to Taco. But OJ’s mold was mostly in his glass- head area. It slowed his speech to sound almost drunken. “Taco.. meh.. remember in season one, when I said I wouldn’t be threatened by Mexican food? I miss that.” Taco nodded. “We all used to quarrel over such childish things, didn’t we? Can’t it be that simple once more?”

Pickle was itching so hard it was tearing into his flesh. The fungus was bearable for Taco in the way that her shell was too thin for the fungi to embed itself into her body. But for Pickle, it grew through his body, deep into his flesh. Test Tube entered the room with her mask. “Alright everyone. I brought a nice dinner today. Steak and potatoes. Hehe. Don’t worry, I’m working hard trying to find a solution. But in the meantime, just enjoy the meal.

Pickel, OJ, and Taco all got a plate. Cheesey insisted he was not hungry. “She can’t save us. Can she..?” Taco said through a bite of steak. “If she could, she would’ve done it by now. She wouldn’t be giving us a gift.” OJ replied, he ate and cried at the same time. “What a refined last meal” Pickel said in sarcasm to try to make light of the situation.

Test Tube sat at her desk. Searching for food restoration. Nothing. No results. Notta. Her heart ached at losing hope, but she saw no other option. She logged off her computer and went for a walk. In the woods, as she walked the trail slowly, she saw a familiar face. Cabby, one of the smartest people she knew. Everyone knew about what was happening in her lab. About her trying to save people. But Cabby knew by that look in her eye, that it wasn’t happening. “So, Test Tube, how’s it going..?” Test Tube sighs. “I’ve failed. There’s nothing I can do.

“Well Test Tube, if you’ve done all you could, then you did your best. I don’t want you to break yourself fighting for a dying flame. Test Tube raised a brow. “What I’m saying is, you should stop fighting to keep them alive, and instead try to give them a comfortable end.” Test Tube pipes in “I can’t let them die! I won’t do that!” Cabby sighs at this reaction. “Then you will be making them suffer to the end.” Cabby wheels away. Test Tube knew she was right, but either way she didn’t want to let go.

Test Tube walked back to her lab. She knew what she needed to do. She peeked into the room one last time, before grabbing some wood. She wouldn’t end them herself. She began to board up the door.

Everyone in the room heard the nails being instilled to the wall. Pickle went up to go look out, but it was nothing but wood against the window. “Are they boarding us in here!?” Pickel spoke to everyone. OJ stepped up to the window. “No.. she wouldn’t..” OJ muttered, feeling his legs trembling. Cheesey began full on bawling now. Everyone was scared now. Alone. Molding.

Test Tube covered the door with a bookshelf and sat against the wall. Covering her head with her hands. “I.. had to. It was right.” Test Tube had gone out and told everyone else that they had died peacefully. That they weren’t in pain. But the four left in the room, their last moments, breathing in the spores of their own rot. Remember children, if you are sure there’s something wrong with you, and a doctor says you’re fine. Don’t trust them just because they have a higher education. Or you’ll mold too.

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