(O/N) POV:

It's been a month since that whole "party" happened. It was a crazy one, and to end it with a bang, I just had to do that to them. It was honestly funny! But I beg to wonder, when I got up, where is trophy? Usually he's still sleeping when I wake up, but today, he was somewhere else! Where did he go? Eh, anyways, I slowly got out bed and walked to where I usually keep my stuff. I stared at it and noticed that something was missing! +

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"WHERE DID MY SKETCHBOOK GO?!" I screamed. I looked everywhere. Under the bed, On the bed, even on me, but no sketchbook! I went to trophy's side of the dorm and looked there. NOTHING! OH GREAT!

...
what if..........no..

What if cheesy took it?

That could be a possibility, but I'm just too scared to ask him. Especially when that happened a month ago. Once my mind said that, I began to ponder at the possibilities. Two things could happen.

One: Go to his dorm, knock and ask him where my sketchbook is, asking if I could look in his room, him saying yes and (hopefully) finding it, thanking him and gently closing the door.

Or two: Go to his dorm, knock and ask him, him closing the door on me, kicking his door down and searching it regardless and (hopefully) finding it, walk out of his dorm and then get promptly kicked in the ass.

I ignored those two options and walked out of my dorm, shaking. I was scared of this block of cheese, not going to lie, but that won't stop me. I walked over to his. I was hesitant at first, but I knocked on it anyways. I was thinking 'oh shit, oh shit, he's going to fucking kill me I just know it. this is the end for me.'

*creak.*

My train of thoughts got stopped when I looked ahead of me and saw cheesy. I froze. But, instead of cheesy cheerfully speaking, I got this... raspy voice from him. "What do you want, (O/N)?" Cheesy said in a raspy voice. My eyes softened when I saw his face. His face was red, and he had tears in his eyes. "Cheesy, are you alright? Do you need to talk to someone?" I said. When I was pondering those possibilities, the very least one was this. I was concerned for him, but also terrified. What if cheesy was putting on an act? What if- "...no." Cheesy responded. I looked at him with concern and fear. "..Are you sure, cheesy? You look-" "(O/N), please. I..." Cheesy mumbled something after that. "...just tell me. Stop being so...quiet." I said. Cheesy looked at me and said, "I need to talk to someone... Please... come in..." He opened his door for me. I looked around the place.

"..YOU AND MICROPHONE GET TWO SEPARATE BEDS?!" I yelled. "Wait...you and trophy have to share one?" Cheesy questioned. "Fortunately, yes." I said. "wait! Fortunately?!" Cheesy exclaimed. "I-uh... I meant No! Boo! haha .." I said, brushing it off. "Hmm... well, okay..! But still, I need to talk to someone about what happened last night." He said. His room does look a little messy Wait, what happened?! "Oh my stars, what happened in here?!" I exclaimed. I rushed over to his area and start to tidy things up. A lot of things was scattered everywhere...

"Well... I was practicing my puns like usual, when microphone yelled at me saying to be quiet. I didn't listen to her and kept on with my routine when she threw a wine glass at me. At that point, I got mad at her because she was heckling me while I was practicing! Can't you believe that? Anyways, we sorta got into a fight until baseball stopped it before it got worse You see me! I have cuts and bruises because of her! I...I should of stayed quiet. It's all my fault. I'm sorry for ever doing that to you..." Cheesy explained. Man, I thought he just wanted to annoy people.

"...Cheesy. First of all, I... forgive you. Second of all... The show can pressure people into doing something... Like take balloon for example. Balloon was playing the character that always... wins. This reality show causes people to act a certain way, in this case, The object that you are is suppose to define your personality... You, being a block of cheese, the reality show causes you to make bad puns because the term "cheesy" usually is used In terms of bad puns. It's not your fault for being this way, it's the games fault. What I'm trying to say is, it's okay for you to act like this, but try to tone it down, okay? That's all I ask. And another thing, I have some bandages if you need to feel better. I'm not that good at this, I'm sorry-" I got interrupted by cheesy hugging the ever living shit out of me. He was... sobbing over my shoulder(?). I honestly felt bad for the guy. 4

I returned the hug. This feeling was... nice. It almost feels like as if trophy was-

come on mind... stop wandering off to there. I'm dealing with cheesy, not trophy...

I picked cheesy up and sat him on the couch. He instantly snuggled into me, still continuing to cry. I couldn't help but feel bad for the poor guy. Does he even want to act this way? I don't know what this reality show is doing, but I'm damned as well not letting it control my personality. But with all that I just said, I began to wonder something.

Is this stupid game controlling what trophy is doing? Or does he generally act like this?

Sure, he's a 1st place trophy for crying out loud, and 1st place winners usually are really competitive, but most 1st place winners aren't as rude as him... And I barely even seen him being.. you know... competitive! He just sits out of challenges! But... What if trophy is playing a role on a reality show? What if his facade is a scam? What if he doesn't love me the same way? What if- Ack, I'm going to have to ask him later. For now, I have to bandage cheesy up.

"Come on, cheesy. I have to bandage you up..." I lazily said. "No... please..." Cheesy whined. "...sigh. fine." I said. Cheesy was holding on to me like his life depended on it. I couldn't help but to... like this. It reminded me of trophy... I felt myself get tired. I wrapped my arms around cheesy. He jolted with this sudden motion. "H-huh?! (O/N), what are you doing?" Cheesy questioned. "..." I was silent. I wanted sleep. "...sleepy..." I said. "So, trophy was snoring all night I see? Yeah, everyone heard him! It was crazy!" Cheesy exclaimed. "Really?! Was he that loud?!" I said. "Yep." He responded. Huh. He was kind of loud.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are your... uh... pronouns? I'm getting confused..." Cheesy asked. "...take a wild guess." I said. Cheesy thought about it for a while. He was going over the possibilities until... "Oh! None of the above!" Cheesy exclaimed. I smiled at him. "Yep. They/them, please..." I said. Cheesy smiled as he hastily wrapped his arms around me (again). "Right'o!" Cheesy responded.

I sighed. I once again, wrapped my arms around him. He didn't mind. It was a nice way to start the day off... WAIT! Before he gets his nappy naps...

"Cheesy." I said, coldly.
Cheesy looked up with nervousness in his eyes.
"W-what?"
"Did you take my sketchbook..?" I said.
"Uh.................." Cheesy wasn't answering.
"I'm looking around your room." I said, getting up and escaping his grasp. "H-HEY now.... I don't think you should-" I shushed him. "Silence." I said. I walked around my room, making sure to look everywhere. I went to his stage and sure enough...

"...sigh. Look, I'm going to let this slide once, but if I find you with it again without MY permission... things won't looks so pretty, got that?" I said. "R-right..." Cheesy said. Cheesy looked down and started to cry again. "I-im sorry for being a nuisance to you..." Oh no... he's crying again.... "Cheesy, I don't see you as a nuisance... Jesus.. and stop apologizing. I forgive you." I said. "Come on you big baby, we're sleeping on your bed." I Dragged cheesy. "Hey!" "No "Hey" I want to feel what's it's like to sleep on a separate bed."

I picked cheesy up and threw him up there. I promptly jumped and landed on the bed. Cheesy got under the covers. "Bro that's my job." I said, getting under the covers. "Nu-huh! It's my job!" Cheesy said, pushing me out of the covers. "Ugh." I said. I put the blanket over me and slumped on the pillow. It felt soft, might even be softer than my own damn pillow.

I pulled cheesy out from the covers and laid him next to me. I shifted to my side and hugged cheesy. "Since you want to cry so much, I'm sleeping with you. I don't care if it's in the day... I need sleep, too. You need sleep too. I can tell you're tired." I stated. Oh yeah... I am pretty tired..." Cheesy said. Cheesy hugged me back. I felt myself get tired and before you know it, me and cheesy were in a comfortable, deep sleep.

↗*･゜Time skip brought to you by the creator fucking their sleep schedule up.

A couple of hours later...

"Aww! Look at them! Aren't they just so adorable?" Soap exclaimed as she was cleaning the room. Microphone was there as well. "...I feel kinda bad for cheesy.. We had a fight.." Microphone said. I slowly opened my eyes to find a well rested cheesy in my arms. I looked up and saw soap and microphone. "Hey soap... Hey microphone..." I said. "Hey (O/N)! I was just here cleaning up the mess! I saw a book on his stand and I decided it was trash, so I threw it somewhere." Soap said. "MY SKETCHBOOK!!!" I said, getting up. Cheesy instantly woke up to find me scattering around the area. "WHERE DID YOU THROW IT YOU PINK BOTTLE?!" I yelled. "HEY! MY NAME IS SOAP! And I threw it over there." She pointed towards microphone's bed. I scrambled over there and looked everywhere, and I found it! "OH THANK GOD!!!!!" I squeaked.

"(O/N), what's going on?" Cheesy questioned. I looked over at him and smiled. "Morning, cheesy! Or should I say good evening!" I said. "Wait, I've been sleeping for that long?" "Yep." Microphone said. I walked over to the bed and got on it. I hugged cheesy. "You feeling alright?" I said. "Yeah... Thank you (O/N).. for listening." Cheesy said. "No problem! Now, I gotta go to my room. See ya!" I said, breaking the hug and opening the door. " 'Sea' you again soon!" Cheesy said, slapping his knee.

'I forgot he does that...'

"So... what did you do all day, trophy?" I asked, sitting in the bed with him. "Nothing much really. Haven't seen you all day, where were you?" He asked. "I was outside doing my regular thing, you know. Drawing." I said. That was a lie, but I guess he believed it. "Well, Hope it was successful." He said, sliding an arm around my body. "I-it was... hahaha..." I said, looking at the arm. It was a grip that reassured me... oh Jesus... I love this idiot.

"I... nevermind." I said, snuggling into him. "Let's just sleep." I said. Trophy was warmer than usual again... "Y-yeah... let's j-just sleep... ha.." He said. "Why are you warmer than usual?" I asked. "N-none of your business." He said. "I want waffle fries." I said. "STOP IT!" He said. "Boop." I touched his non-existent nose. "..." He looked at me, flustered. "Hehe.. night." I said, kissing his... forehead? Idk but I kissed up there. "..." He was getting hotter. "Also, could you not snore this time?" I asked. "Sure." He said. I snuggled in him again and dozed off to sleep. What I didn't know is there was a block of cheese peeping into the dorm.

"Aww! They're so a'door'able!" Cheesy said, slapping his knee. 4

"YOU BITCH!!!!" Trophy yelled.

"AAAAAAAA-"

Some art from the original author.