(O/n) point of view
Wow! I can't believe I got accepted into Inanimate Insanity! I've heard about their little competition and I've always wanted to compete! About 2 years ago I saw their finale and I wasn't surprised that OJ won! I honestly felt happy. Anyways, Now I'm on a plane with strange objects that I have never met before.

One looked like a test tube. It could be something else though, but I'm certain that it is a test tube. Sounded like a she. I always wondered what was in that tube of hers... could be glow in the dark paint.

One...er.. two? I don't know..? Well, they were cherries. They had an energetic personality. One talked and one was silent. Occasionally they conversed with one another but sometimes one would start talking and vice versa. Honestly creepy.

One was a bottle of what appears to be soap, hence why a lot of cleaning supplies are neatly under her seat. She was conversing with another object that looked like a microphone. The microphone looked like your any other microphone. She was gray and she has a power button on her chest. Interesting.

One was...just sneezing a lot. I think his name was tissues. He was a blue-green(?) box with obviously tissues. Poor guy looked like he had it for ages. The soap object kept on giving the poor guy death glares.

Another one looked like a fan. A red, paper, fan. This object appears to be on his laptop right now. He keeps on mentioning something about his "blog."

And this object... he just... he just wouldn't shut up. He was a block of cheese and he kept on making horrible puns and jokes and whenever he heard or made one, he would do that annoying slap on the knee...

One was just enjoying life. I think the objects name was suitcase. This suitcase looked like any other suitcase. The most notable feature was the gold-like strap on it. Sounded like a sweet person.

And-wait, do I hear fighting? Oh yeah, that's probably yin-yang. One half fights, one half is peaceful. They keep on getting in constant fights and I just...Why can't there be any normal objects on this plane? Ugh.. I swear I'm gonna-

"Hey nerds! Shut up! I'm trying to get some sleep over here?!"

We all looked over at who said that, and holy Jesus. I knew he was going to be trouble..

This guy looked like an award trophy. He was a golden trophy with a rather hourglass figure. His head was rather hollow with a circular hole. His handles extended from his head to his middle. His most notable featured was the three stripes he had. One above and below his middle, and one on his bottom.

Well, I'll make sure to avoid this guy as much as possible. Just then, the guy operating the plane literally jumped out of the plane, leaving us on an abandoned and flightless plane. HOLY MOTHER OF MOZZARELLA, WE ARE ON AN UNSUPERVISED PLANE!

"What's going on?" The red fan said. "It appears that the plane is unsupervised! This plane is going to crash soon!!" Test tube said. "I'll add this to my blog!" Fan said. "We're going to die! Oh no! HAHAHA IM SO...GLAD! WEEEEE!" Yin-yang said. "Stop acting immature and stay calm." I stated. "NOBODY ASKED FOR YOUR COMMENT!" Yin-yang said. Just then, the seats disappear and we are all sliding as the plane tilts.

"Oh Jeebweezer! What's happening?" Test tube said. "I don't know, but I hope we don't land dirty!" Soap said. "Haha! Get it?" That annoying block of cheese slapped his knee. In a crisis like this? I slapped that guy. "Would you honestly shut up? Jesus."

We then crashed into an orange building. It was at an insanely high speed, so I landed on someone. And that someone was the trophy I mentioned. We just stared at each other. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Something about him was interesting. "Hey nerd. Would you stop looking at me?" He said harshly. "sorry." I got off of him. I kinda got a little flustered from this. Just then, I could hear the faint sound of shattering glass before the planes floor opened and we were falling.

Falling.
Falling to probably the ground, which is a few hundred feet away.
Oh God, I'm going to die, aren't I?

Just then, when I was ready to close my eyes, I giggled at what face trophy made. And then, We collided with the ground. I was on top of microphone and Test tube was leaning on me. Yin-yang was sitting on top of me, and tissues was sorta leaning on me. I hate it when this many people touch me like this. And then, what I thought it was funny, the cherries landed on top of the pile. It's like that saying "top it with a cherry."

"And these are the new stereotypes, I-i-i mean the Season 2 contestants." This blue phone said.

"Aww, so you're replacing us with them? Really?" A lightbulb said.

"What's wrong with us?" The cherries said. "Yeah, that wasn't a bright thing to say! Haha.. Get it?" That block of cheese said. "Hehe, Nice one!" The cherries said. "Ugh...." Lightbulb sorta sighed.

"Okay, let's get to it." The phone said. "I want some of you, the old contestants, to join the game and battle alongside them. So check out this slot machine. Seven of you will join the game. It will be decided by chance." Then this toilet thing appeared and said, "Ooh, ooh, sir, can I pull the lever?" "Oh, No, don't touch it you filthy-uh..uh-i...I mean...uh...can you run and get me some uh...some wires?" "Sure thing mista phone!" "It's mephone...Ugh..."

So...mephone was his name huh? Interesting. And then I hear the slot machine go. It was spinning round' and round'. (A/N: Uh oh, send in the rednecks. All of them, spin it round and round.) And then, it lands on the first object. A painting utensil.

"Paintbrush, Welcome to season 2. Have Anything to say?" Mephone said. "Hmm, well, actually, I had a question about-" "Okay! Let's now waste any time!" And then, Mephone rudely kicks paintbrush into our direction. Mephone spins the slot machine again. And the next object it lands on was a gray, pocket knife.

"Yeah!" "Is that-oh wait, that's not me... darn.." lightbulb said.

"Knife, welcome." Okay...This knife guy gave off a similar vibe to trophy...This will be a problem...I silently walked to a bush and leaned against the branches. Leaning on stuff was usually comforting...I liked this feeling. I felt the leaves against my body as I relaxed into the feeling. I liked this setting. I didn't even bother hearing the others. I whipped out my sketchbook and began to draw with my arms/legs. I liked drawing so much. Drawing was one of the ways for me to escape reality and calm myself down. "Yo...can you hear me..?"

What should I make my OC do? Should I make it jump? Roll? Bounce? Dance? Run? Oh, the many possibilities!

"Hello...Hey..."

Or maybe I should make it ride a bike down a fancy town? Or maybe I should-

"HEY!!"

"AHH!" I yelled. I quickly shut my sketchbook and looked up. There was the infamous man, trophy. "What do you want you molded gold?" "Molded gold? I'LL HAVE TO LET YOU KNOW THAT MY NAME IS TROPHY, SO POUND IT INTO YOUR BRAIN MORON!" Trophy said as he used his index finger to rudely push on my body. "Ugh okay okay...jeez...what do you want." I said. "Did you not hear? Come over here you idiot." Ugh...when will this guy stop..?

Anyways, I slowly got up and followed him. It was a silent walk. There was a huge tension between us. I knew that we were not going to get along. Nope. Not in a million years. Anyways, I got to where the newer contestants (aka test tube, fan, i.e.) were.

And then...oh boy...

"SO, WHAT'S THE CHALLENGE?" Microphone said insanely loud. It blew fan and me away. I was relatively light, so It pretty much blew me like fan. Although suitcase seemed to move only an inch. Damn her with her sound waves. I landed face first on the ground. "Oww..mic! Turn down the volume!" Suitcase said.  Microphone pressed her button on her chest. "Sorry..that happens sometimes."

"Mista phone, I got your wires!" "These are just some strings of half eaten spaghetti!" "Oh sorry, sir, I Didn't have my lunch break!" "Since when did Adam give us lunch breaks?"

"So I wonder what the new contestants are doing!" An apple said.

"Hi there!" Paintbrush said. Paintbrush promptly gets slapped by Lightbulb. "Stranger Danger!" "Well, let's change that." Microphone walks up to the older contestants lightbulb and paintbrush. "I am microphone, and as you can see, I am a microphone! And you must be Paintbrush and Lightbulb!" Microphone points out. "Wow, how did she know that?" Lightbulb asked.

I hesitantly looked over at trophy. I wanted to interact with him, but at the same time I know he hates me. I don't think he even likes anybody here. But I just had this courage to go talk to him. So, without me knowing, I was already walking up to him. My legs acted on its own. Why can't I stop?

And then, that's where I stopped. I stopped behind him. I gently reached out to tap his shoulder, but it's like he already knew I was there and turned around. "Oh, it's you again. What do you want nerd?"

I froze. I forged the words in my mind, but I was too afraid to speak. He was much taller than I was (sorry for who's objectsona is taller) and I felt intimidated. He took note of this and chuckled to himself.

"I know you feel intimidated by me. And you should keep it like that, because if you EVER try to deal with me, the outcome won't be so pretty on your end..." I was shaking at this point. DOES HE FIND ENJOYMENT INTO PUTTING PEOPLE IN THEIR PLACE?! I'm not letting that happen... But I can't react, because I know this guy is stronger than me. I know this guy can overpower me at any second and put me to shame.

"I-I just want to...Uh...Properly introduce myself...So we can get to know each other?" Did I just stutter...are you kidding me..? "Why would I get to know a loser like you?" "Ahahah! Your words cut me deep with the knife of truth!" I accidentally said out loud. "What?" He looks at me like I'm a crazy psychopath. "W-wait...I'm sorry I didn't mean to say that out loud...Well...You can call me (O/N)." I extended my hand out. "Please to make your acquaintance." Trophy just stares at my hand and rolls his eyes and shakes my hand. "I'll be going now. Goodbye." I walked off as my hand slowly fell from his. "Yeah."

"Okay, okay! You guys really need to socialize! So let's do some ice breakers." Mephone said. "Yeah! My fist can break the ice like butter!" Knife said rather confidently. "Like those pillows you call fists will break anything." Trophy stated, causing knife to looks into his direction with a rather disappointed look. "*Sniff* Guys, I don't think that's what he meant...ACHOO!" A loud sneeze and a lot of mucus came out of tissues. That was honestly gross... I hope I don't get into teams with him.. "Gross, man!" "*Sniff* Sorry, it's my cOnDishAwn." And then the "Neat freak" Which I like to call soap (because she looks like one. Who am I to judge?) Zoomed over to trophy and wiped him clean like he had a harmful germ on him. "Ew! Germs! We must eliminate all of them at All costs! Ehehehehhe..." Yep. Definitely a neat freak. "Neat freak." This coin which I believe to be a nickel agreed with me.

"Guys, Icebreakers is a relative term for a way of bonding of for two people that have never met." Test tube said. She must be a genius! "Yes, and I would have said that, if you all didn't Interrupt me!" "I didn't Interrupt you, I'm your biggest fan!" Fan said. I just hope that block of-

"He's a fan! Get it?" "Okay that's not funny..." I hate this guy, but I agree on cherries. That block of cheese is getting on my nerves. I just hope he doesn't end up with me.

"So, what fun game are we going to play to get to know each other?" Marshmallow said.

"Oh, well, I literally meant Icebreakers. We're headed over to the Glastonian Glacier." "Never heard of it..." Marshmallow said. Me too, buddy. "Well, Now you have." All of the sudden, We were at a glacier. What the hell? How is this glacier able to stabilize at such a temperature like this?

"This doesn't apply to the definition I just explained.." Test tube said.

"Your first challenge is to be the last one on the glacier. All pushing, shoving, kicking, and Horseplay is especially allowed." Okay I'm just going to stay as far away as possible in order to try and win this challenge. I felt like someone was staring at me but I brushed it off.

"Horseplay is my middle name." Trophy said with confidence. Damn, that sounded...Sounded kinda cute. Wait, what am I thinking? Ugh. "That's an odd middle name..." Trophy just glanced at tissues with disappointment.

"MISTA PHONE!"

"Everyone, shut up..!"

...............
"MISTA PHO-"

"Let's find out who the winner of the first challenge will be. Get set, On your mark, Go!" Mephone proclaimed. And then starts with hell. Great. I don't think I'm going to make it honestly. Welp, the challenge has begun. Who will win? I don't know yet.. But I can assure you this, trophy won't win in a million years.