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a:n: YYAYYYYYY I GOT THROUUGH THREE CHAPTERS I DIDNT WANNA WRITE, NOW I CAN GET TO THE GOOD STUFF.

its been like a month i should lock in

---------- Day 4 of the competition.--------

            Calabi clutches his eye, the scrap metal landing right in it. Although this sets him back, it's nothing a sixth dimensional entity can't handle. Even though he can't see the best as he tears up a bit; he's able to make out Nevada's silhouette and stop it as soon as possible.

            Nevada is proud of his aim, and starts flying around the forest, trying to get out of this scenario with sheer force. Unfortunatley for him, it's not that easy.

            It never is that easy with Calabi.

            Calabi kicks Nevada to the ground, holding him still. It only now kicks in that he's only making this situation worse. He's supposed to be comforting Nevada. That's why he's keeping him here. This lack of emotional intellect [especially in comparison to what he'd say his intellect is] is sure to hurt someone.

            Maybe it already has.

            "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Nevada shouts, trying to get out from under Calabi's heel.

            Calabi lets go, only in exchange for-

            "Promise me you'll stay here. We need to talk." 

            It's clear to Nevada that he has no choice in this matter, so he begrudgingly complies in silence.

            "Now, what's going on, and be honest." Calabi sits down criss cross applesauce, like a child. It may just be comfortable, but it's pretty telling here.

            Nevada sits down, still silent. He mustn't reveal too much, but say enough to satisfy Calabi's weird hunger for knowledge on this situation.

            "…Turret is just gone. Safe to say, I know someone attacked him." Nevada keeps his voice hushed, trying to not let anyone outside the forest hear. 

            "...I could infer that. It does seem like it's more than that with the way you're reacting." Calabi seems to downplaying the situation, which really makes things worse.

            "I'm overreacting?! I'M OVERREACTING?!!? MY BEST AND ONLY FRIEND HAS GOTTEN ATTACKED! YOU'D FEEL THE SAME IF YOUR ONLY-…" Nevada catches himself too late, letting the fact that he doesn't really have anyone else slip.

            "Just- Nevada, calm it. He's probably fine. They may have simply, I don't know, left? Even if he was attacked, Unicodey probably would've done something about it." Calabi tries to rationalise, but Nevada doesn't want an explanation. His mind is set.

            "...You don't get it, Calabi. That can't have happened; Turret always lets me know if they're going to get away if we're in a weird place. Unicodey barely even helped in episode 1, who's to say he even cares?! He only stepped in when I was about to die!" Nevada isn't happy and wants it to show, but he likely won't be able to refute further.

            "Nevada, if Unicodey didn't care then he wouldn't have intervened at all. Plus, he's a god for this sake! He had enough on his plate. Err, has. Just-... Whatever, you're not listening anyways..." Calabi is just exasperated at this point, not wanting to deal with Nevada, but kinda having to.

            "Well, what do you want me to do?! They'd be easily recognisable in this forest, and he's not here! That is that." Nevada is plain tired of having to explain.

            "I get it. You said he was your only friend, correct?" Calabi starts to pry apart previous responses; this specific one making Nevada almost flinch.

            "...Wh-....Ya' didn't hear that." Nevada gets defensive as soon as it's mentioned, forgetting his own messup.

            "I'm certain I did. Don't worry, the rest of our team will be friends with you in no time." Calabi takes his mind off of the task at hand momentarily, attempting to bring a little distraction to a tense moment as humour or sarcasm aren't something he normally would do to help in such a trnse scenario like this.

            "I don't want to be friends with you, nor your other two limbless misfits." Nevada just says it plain and simple.

            "C'mon. We're going to go to Unicodey to see if he can help with Turret's whereabouts." Calabi grabs onto Nevada, mad from the last comment, and starts to float away with him.

            "And who's we?!" Nevada slaps Calabi's hand away, just wanting to be left alone.

            "Me and you. You want to find Turret, correct? Then we should seek." Calabi only grabs on to Nevada's arm tighter, getting them both out of the forest much to Nevada's displeasure, and towards Unicodey. 

            Well, where Calabi thinks he is.

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a/n: :) no a/n this time. love you, read it.

---------- Day 5 of the competition.--------

            Pixel wakes up to see no one around him, something rare. He'd normally see others running around and chasing eachother, legs cutting through fields of purple grass, or maybe even seeing others asleep against the tree trunks, lights hanging from vines slightly illuminating them. Right now, all that there is nearby is a lingering feeling of isolation.

            It may be a good thing that no one came to look for him, as the last time they did, they interrupted a much needed conversation with Unicodey. Pixel wonders; if the chat wasn't cut short, what would have come of it? Would he be friends with Unicodey? Could his team want to listen then, if he was close with a god? Though it seems nice, Pixel wants to be known as himself, not just as his relationships.

            The thoughts of positivity slow down as the last droplets of them fall into puddles of muddy, murky feelings. Pixel just wants to open the floodgates and let out his sadness and regret to someone who would not just listen, but respond. 

            Then it hits him.

            Unicodey said he was always going to be there for Pixel when he needed it, but he's quite clearly busy. That's why the competition was on hold, was it not? There's no use in trying to go ask when he's probably already not feeling the best... Yet again, Unicodey didn't seem like he was under stress, rather just had work to do. In this place, they have all the time in the world.

            So, Pixel gets himself up & rushes as far away as his little legs would take him in hopes of finding Unicodey. After all, Pixel would much rather spend time happy and with a friend than letting his thoughts simmer.

            The plains are well, plain, and it seems to be quite early as once again, no one is up. There's a slight fog and chill to the air, but the sun glimmers through it, making every surface look bedazzled & opalesce. Through the blur, there's a welcome sight up ahead. In a small semicircle cut out of an area of trees, Unicodey sits with a mechanical pencil in one hand a notebook in the other. He's brainstorming ideas for the next few challenges, it seems.

            Unicodey looks up from his plans and his eye's meet Pixel's with a small, welcoming smile.

            "Oh- Hello there!" Short and sweet, Unicodey wants to make it known that he sees Pixel and wants him to come closer. Unicodey's been a little lonely while doing all these plans, he's glad he has someone to talk to now.

            Pixel greets back, but then remembers why he's felt like this in the first place. Theft. Why is Unicodey greeting him so warmly..? Shouldn't he still be mad about what Pixel did? He's unsure on how to react, so he just asks directly.

            "...Wait, so you're not mad at me?" Pixel's expression shifts slightly, his bottom lip slightly raising.

            "No? Why would I be upset with you? ....What's wrong, Pixel?" Unicodey can tell something is up. Sure, he's disapproving of some things Pixel's done, but he's not mad. Pixel is normally optimistic too, so what's happened?

            "...Just...." Pixel sighs. "It's my team. They won't listen to me. I want to explain myself and how I've... why I-...." Pixel can't bring himself to finish his statement.

            "Hm... Hey, are you okay with talking for a while? I have time!" Unicodey puts down his pencil & pats the ground to his left with his now free hand.

            Pixel feels like there's something all wrong about this, but he sits down anyways. It's either this or being alone. A jolt of pure fear courses throughout his nervous system, but he ignores it for now.

            "Well, I'm just... Not feeling great after what I've done....I've 'served my time', sure, but... I still did it. I can't take that twenty back now, can I? It doesn't matter if I could and if I did, they'd still not talk to me." Pixel watches Unicodey closely, who looks like he's attempting to come up with a good response.

            "You have, Pixel. I get it, you'll be hung up on this for a while, but you can't do anything about it. Why dwell on it? If there's nothing you can change about your actions, there's nothing to worry about." Unicodey is unsure if he's coming off as confusing, but just keeps going with it.

            Pixel sighs again, this time letting out pent up emotion. 

            "That's not my main problem, though!.. The outcome is the same, all four of them. All of them won't speak to me. Calabi yelled at me to get away from him, Nevada & Turret actively turn their backs to me, and even my best friend, Broken Wii, says he's scared of me! I can't connect with others- they'll just shut me down too. I'm not suprised if you do aswell." Pixel has his head down low, refraining from showing too much emotion.

            "Please don't think about it like this... You've done something they don't approve of, they're mad about the action, not over who you are. I promise, not everyone will try to ignore you." Unicodey keeps his hopes high, not wanting to let Pixel down further than he already is.

            "But it's already been a day! They still don't care... Even when I didn't do anything wrong, they just left me behind in a challenge! No one even noticed my absence until too late! They don't like me. At least, not enough to remember me. When they do, it's to pester me. I feel so controlled and coddled yet alone and isolated. I'm just.... It's like I'm trapped in a box. I'm tired of this!" Pixel's attempt to conceal his emotion fails, stomping & tugging at his hair.

            Trapped in a box, eh? Isolated, pestered, alone... It's all so familiar to Unicodey. He understands every single word, feeling them down to his core. He can't let someone else suffer his same fate.

            "Maybe... Maybe you're just not around the right people? If they truly won't listen, then you need to find someone who will-... That's why you're here, isn't it?" Unicodey's baffled he didn't catch on sooner.

            "... Yeah, it is... I'm sorry, I know-You shouldn't be talking to a lowly contestant or anything, as you're our host and all..." Pixel once again gets cut off, but this time it's different. 

            "No-!! Just because I host the show doesn't make me any better than all of you! You're not lesser than me in any way, Pixel. Don't undermine your value... You and I are equals, you can come talk practically whenever." Unicodey hates hearing this. He's no better than a contestant.

            "But you're so powerful and known and liked! That's... Everything I want. Everything I'm not." Pixel has not a clue why Unicodey's not happy about this- It's praise!

            "While yes, I'm liked, I'm....not really loved. A lot of contestants like me, but they don't really talk to me. You're one of the few who have cared to. Thank you for that, actually...." Unicodey's expression is bashful, embarrassed at his display of gratefulness so openly.

            "So... What you're saying is I'm not alone in my loneliness?  I'm not just imagining things, and this is..real? You can be liked even while isolated.... It's not about who we are, is it?" Pixel looks up at Unicodey with a newfound feeling in his eyes. It's not easy to describe, but the coldness and stiffness ripples from his core to his fingertips & the rest of his outer body, then disperses.

            "Yeah. It's not pleasant, but you have the spirit. There's nothing wrong with you, Pixel. It's their fault they're like this to you, not yours... And if we're alone together, are we really lonely anymore?" Unicodey smiles, one side going up a bit more than the other.

            "...I guess not, huh?" For the first time in a while, Pixel smiles too. He's feeling much better now. Although he doesn't have anything bad left to say, he still wants to talk with Unicodey.

            So that he does. The two sit and chat for a while, & Unicodey even puts a braid in his hair, opposing the large curl in his very own. Although it wasn't probable, it was possible-

            And Unicodey & Pixel have found a friend in eachother.

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nobody attacked turret, Broken Wii just replaced his batteries

an: i hope this gets out soon. this is an object unicode fanfic if you have no clue what youre doing, its a show on youtube , go watch it and read the previous chapters. thank yuo. this'll also be hard to write

once again, theyre humanized

---------- Day 4 of the competition.--------

            Nevada keeps floating through the forest, hoping for an ending. Instead, the realisation of pure silence dawns upon him. Turret isn't here. There's no more whirring. Something must've happened. What a terrible friend, not noticing his friend being gone for who knows how long.

            One good explanation. A murder. Someone must've attacked Turret. That's the only way. They wouldn't just sit down and wait. There is definetly someone nearby. Now, who would it be?

            Triangley had reprogrammed Turret prior in the first challenge, and killed most of the symbol team with it. Nevada would've been next if Unicodey didn't intervene, so it's likely. 

            So, Nevada turns on a dime and immediatley starts flying backwards, retracting where he once was. It's hard, as he stopped walking and leaving behind footprints halfway through, but nothing he couldn't handle.

            It's less of worry and more a feeling of urgency. Well, whatever it is, it's making him rush through the forest a lot faster.

            Calabi has noticed that Broken Wii didn't follow, but he really doesn't care at this point. He does want to know where everyone went, though.

            As soon as Calabi steps into the forest, he breaks a twig and decides flight would be a lot easier. Looking behind trees, there doesn't seem to be anyone around. 

            It's like this for a while, until a very quick silhouette zips by him, but it doesn't seem too important. Likely just some sort of falling leaves, maybe a projectile? It was too fast to make an exact size prediction but it was teal. 

            Calabi just goes back to sauntering through the forest. Flying takes some energy. The sun is starting to set, but theres something rapidly approaching in the near distance.

            Whatever it is, it's getting closer, and very very fast.

            Too fast.

            This wasn't meant to happen. A sudden collision, knocking both of them off balance.

            Calabi is bewildered and bemused, but slightly aching. The impact was strong, possibly from the mass of whatever hit him, or maybe from sheer force. He doesn't have much time to process this before he notices what — or rather, who — knocked into him.

            Nevada on the other hand, was livid. What could have he ran into?! He was sure this forest was empty. As he's still lying down on the forest floor from the collision, only one thought crosses through his mind. This is the attacker, and Nevada is powerless to stop them. Fear shoots through his veins, something he can't hide but wishes he could.

            Nevada forces himself up to look at the potential attacker and come up with a plan, but instead, he sees his teammate. What was Calabi doing here?! Nevada was still sweating and on edge, but feeling a bit better now that there's seemingly no threat.

            Calabi narrows his eye, unhappy. But once he notices the shred of fear showing on Nevada's face, he knows something's probably very wrong. Nevada is a complex individual who hides his emotions to save face most of the time, especially those that make him vulnerable. So seeing him so obviously afraid is very telling.

            Nevada swiftly gets back on his feet, about to keep looking for either Turret or the attacker, but Calabi stops him in his tracks.

            As soon as Nevada realises he's not been concealing anything regarding his emotions, he also realises it's far too late. He flinches as Calabi grabs onto his shoulder, absolutely hating physical touch.

            "Nevada. Is there anything you mind telling me?" Calabi lets go of Nevada physically, but it's obvious he won't mentally for a good long while.

            Nevada is silent, formulating a response that would appeal. Calabi's face isn't one that can be read easy, so that won't work. Tone analysis says nothing, and something is telling him he can't get out of this that easily.

            "...I'm taking that as a verbal no that's hiding a yes. Sit down. You can talk to me." However, Calabi's expression said otherwise. 

            Nevada sits down and sighs. There's no way out except for getting the talking out of the way as soon as possible. 

            Calabi then starts asking some questions, which Nevada tunes out. This is not going to work. The sun is starting to set. There's some light grey pieces of what looks to be scrap metal around, a possible remnant of the attacker. 

            It's not fear, just pure urgency. Nevada gets up and starts picking up the metal to try to figure out who attacked Turret.

            Calabi rushes to get Nevada back to where he was & grabs him with all 4 arms. Nevada throws one of the pieces straight at Calabi's eye, then attempts to get away.

——— im not typing all that out

a/n ive planned this multiple times. Heres to hoping we can get to chapter 6 before or on valentines day! also i should probably say this: BEFORE YOU READ THIS WATCH OBJECT UNICODE AND READ ALL PREVIOUS CHAPTERS THEYRE IMPORTANT FOR THIS . WELL MAINLY CHAPTER 3 THIS IS A CAPSLOCK PSA . all is better than just three though

an part two IT IS FEBRUARY TWENTY FIRST WE SOLD 

an part 3. pi day 3/14 we waited over a month to do this

also guys remember . theyre humanized here ! ^_^

---------- Day 4 of the competition.--------

            Broken Wii can't do anything but watch Pixel scurry away, and then turn over to Calabi.

            "You never have to be that harsh...." Broken Wii's voice is firm and disapproving. No one should be this rude to their friend, even with what Pixel did. 

            Calabi just turns away. He knows this, but he's not in the right headspace to be rational.

           "It's just what had to be done. Pixel committed a literal crime. We shouldn't be giving him the benefit of the doubt here." Calabi takes a few steps away from Broken Wii.

           "Follow." Calabi turns back one last time, then continues walking. Much slower than flying, but it gives Broken Wii a chance to catch up with all his damages.

           However, Broken Wii doesn't listen. Instead, he tries to trace the steps his other teammates took while walking away. He hoped to find Pixel & try to apologise, even if it wasn't his place to. As soon as he enters the forest, he hears whirring.

           Broken Wii's steps are cautious as he sees more vines, bushes, and densely packed trees. Amongst all this, he can see two sets of footsteps with dying plants beneath. How would someone kill plants just by stepping on them? This didn't seem to happen for other places and possibly people. Hopefully these plants just aren't stong, and not cursed.

           Each step hurts, almost tripping on loose...well, everything. Broken Wii knows he probably shouldn't have done this and that if he does find Nevada & Turret, they won't help him. Well, it's too late now. Luckily though, there's a light in the distance. With that light comes a loud beeping and the small whirring gets louder.

           Broken Wii immediatley stops. Someone may be hunting him down, or destroying this forest. The glow only gets brighter and the beeping louder, but still just as far.

           As quickly as it was noticed, both the glow & beeping completely stop. The air is silent, the slight whir in it prior now gone as well. Something is either wrong right now, or was wrong and is now fine. Whatever happened, Broken Wii thinks the end of the forest he's facing is closer than the one he came from, and keeps going.

           Even walking is a hazard now, so he lays low and crawls as best he can with his permanently damaged legs. There's something in the distance. It's teal, very out of place for a forest like this one. 

           Broken Wii goes around a few trees to get a better look, & then familiarity strikes. Turret is propped up against a tree, looking pretty much okay except the fact they look slightly lifeless. Broken Wii is worried. For Turret's health or his own? He can't tell. Broken Wii doesn't approach further until the flashing of a low battery symbol appears upon Turret's screen. 

           They're dead. Rather, Turret may be dead or may be almost dead. That question is answered as Turret seems to fully power down. Someone just left him here. But why? The last person that was with them was Nevada, but he wouldn't just leave Turret to sort of rot like this. There doesn't seem to be an attacker, and the low battery must be that Turret "died" on his own.

           It just doesn't make sense. How wouldn't anyone notice? Why is Turret out of battery? Shouldn't he have been charged last night? Broken Wii's seen that before, the night going into day 3 the whole team was together for the night and there was a charger as far as he remembered. So, what happened??

           It doesn't make sense, but Turret can't hurt him right now. The right thing is to help. But, how? Broken Wii doesn't have enough strength to get himself back where he came, let alone him and Turret. Is there anything around to help? Broken Wii scans the area, and nothing seems to be of any good use. 

           Only thing there is a small clearing, but that may make things worse. They may be lost. Being lost with a literal living gun is not good; however, they're powered off, and there may be something on them to help.

           There's no chargers in any compartments, but a ton of double and triple a batteries. Wasn't Turret supposed to have a charger? Why batteries, These questions cease as Broken Wii notices the compartment to put batteries right below the wings. All that's needed is a screwdriver. 

           Where in this world would he get that. Brute force won't work, that's for sure, so what the fuck should he do?! He picks up a small piece of scrapped metal he dropped while getting here, and tries to use it as a makeshift screwdriver — keyword makeshift — to see if these batteries are even the ones Turret needs to actually fully charge.

           [Pop!]

           The plate to access the battery slot comes off after some trial and error. Broken Wii holds onto the screws that cane off of it, trying to make sure that he places them back in later. Now, just to check if Turret requires AA or AAA batteries...

           The protrusions that say what batteries work are seeming to decay, despite Turret's exterior being well-kept. All that can be made out is four A's. Quadruple A batteries?! That can't be right, those are far too small for what'd charge Turret. 

           What it must be is 2 sets of something relating to double A batteries, so Broken Wii pops those into the allotted slots.

           It's not sudden in the slightest, but Turret does power on again. Fuck. How is Broken Wii supposed to put the back panel on now?! Too many questions, Broken Wii just does it as fast as possible, hoping Turret doesn't notice a thing.

           "Why are you here." Turret glares at Broken Wii. Even with their monotonous voice, it does sound like an actual question rather than rhetorical.

           "...I noticed you had no charge remaining, I just wanted to help out - you know...?" Broken Wii tries to pace his word well. Not haphazardly, but not too careful. 

           Turret looks away slightly, then back. They're not used to anything akin to 'just being helped out', but will take it for now. What matters is that he's alive, and they want to get out.

           Without warning, Turret picks up Broken Wii and starts to fly out of the forest, back where they came the first time.

           Broken Wii doesn't protest, mainly in fear of what would happen if he did, but also from thinking he's sort of safe. Turret doesn't seem mad at him, and is currently doing him a favour.

           The two eventually reach the edge of the forest, making it out as the sun starts to set ever so slightly. Turret just drops Broken Wii, and it'd've hurt like hell if his circuitry didn't have so many flaws and faulty pain receptors.

           Turret swiftly flies away, not saying a word or a thank you. 

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it's been a long time coming, but