𝐌𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 • Inanimate Insanity

The glaring studio lights shimmered, cutting through the late-night haze. "Ready for your next challenge?" MePhone's voice, usually laced with a hint of bored disdain, echoed across the set, though tonight, it held an almost imperceptible undercurrent of something else.

Pepper, ever the dramatic one, clutched her head. "But it's, like, 10:32 at night, and we compete tomorrow, remember?" Salt, her inseparable companion, nodded vigorously beside her. "Yeah, it's, like, too early."

MePhone scoffed, a familiar gesture. "Well, nobody cares about your opinions anyway. Let's get to it." His gaze, however, lingered for a moment on the small, electric object standing quietly beside him, a hint of tenderness in his otherwise indifferent demeanor.

"Wait, who is this?" OJ's voice cut through the air, his arm extending to point directly at you. The sudden attention made your internal processors whir, a tiny spark of anxiety flashing.

"Oh, right. This is my child, Y/N." MePhone's voice softened, a noticeable shift. "I promised them I would be taking them trick or treating since it was Halloween so I brought them with me for this challenge." A small, proud smile touched his screen. You mirrored his expression, a shy, electric hum of excitement bubbling within you. "Hello!" you chirped, a genuine smile spreading across your face.

Paintbrush, ever the blunt one, squinted. "You're MePhone's kid? How are you still alive?" The words stung a little, but MePhone's quick, sharp retort smoothed the sting.

"Shut up," he snapped at Paintbrush, then turned back to the remaining contestants, his usual stern expression firmly back in place. "So, in the last episode, Team Chicken Leg lost. Now, one of its members is going home."

The air thickened with tension, but for you, standing beside your father, a new adventure had just begun.