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Here is the fanfic of nickel singing with a side of bickel

crow submitted:

The show has ended a couple years ago, and everyone was enjoying themselves.

Suitcase won, to manys suprise. After a while though, everyone though that she deserved it. She didnt even keep it; She gave it to Oj for him to use to run the hotel.

How sweet of her.

Everyone is talking and interacting with eachother. Nickel is talking with Baseball while sitting on the couch. Suitcase and Balloon are enjoying their time together, Yin-Yang is fighting. Everything is as normal as it gets here.

Until theres a knock on the door.

Some people turn to the door, mixed emotions all through the people who heard the knock.

“Hey, Nickel? Can you get the door please?” Soap asks.

“Alright” Nickel responds, sliding off of the settee and walking to the door. While doing that, another set of thunks come from the door.

He grips the doorknob and twists quickly, but before he could pull the door open it slams into Nickels body, full force, and sends him backwards. Knife catches him before he can hit the ground, though.

“Mephone what the Fuck?!” Knife yells as Nickel holds his head and groans in pain.

Once Knife knows Nickel regained his bearings and isnt in pain anymore, he props Nickel back onto his feet. Nickel thanks Knife, who rubs his upper back slightly with a tiny smile.

Nickel looks at the door to see Mephone in all his not really wanted glory. A chorus of annoyed voices rupture from the past contestants as Nickel wanders, and sometimes stumble, back to Baseball, who gently holds his face is his hand and asks if Nickels alright.

“im fine” Nickel mutters as Baseball lets out a relaxed but slightly concerned sigh.

They both turn back to face Mephone as he nonchalantly basks in everyones annoyance.

“alright alright i know i know… Be QUIET!-” Mephone yells while snapping his fingers, silencing everyone “-One question at a time please”. There is a cheeky smile on his face.

“What are you doing here?” Soap questions, walking to Mephone. Mephones smile became more smug and nonchalant.

“Well, i know how much you guys missed being in Inanimate insanity-” Mephone started.

“No we didnt” Trophy interrupts, an extremely pissed off expression on his face. Mephone stared at him in annoyance, before letting out a short sigh. “SO, i decided to have a challenge after so long!” Mephone finishes, a uncomfortably happy tone in his voice.

Everyone either gasps or groans. Mephones grin quickly turns to a frown a everyone reaction, before, just a quickly, changing back to a smile.

“Dont worry, its not gonna get anyone hurt, the challenge is actually pretty peaceful!” Mephone explains.

“Whats the challenge?” Balloon asks, nervously.

“Its a Singing competition!!” Mephone says. Everyone is suprised. Usually the challenges require people to do something physical.

“I decided that the challenge would be easy, so here are the rules. And get into your season 2 teams and go outside!” Mephone says.

Once everyone begrudjingly trudges outside and groups together, Mephone lets out a salisfied huff while walking outside himself, leading the teams to the stage where the old eliminations took place.

“good! now, you much choose one person from each team to sing on stage.-” Mephone motions to the stage. “-theres no need for any coordinated outfits or dancings or anything like that”.

"The other team members will be watching on the bleachers-“ Mephone quickly motions to the bleachers. ”-And.“

"Who will be judging the performers?” Baseball interrupts, walking towards mephone with Lightbulb following him.

“Yea Mr.phoneman!-” Lightbulb leans on Baseballs side. Baseball only glances at her. “Who will be judging our lovely singers”. She motions to the rest of their teammates, who are talking between each other.

Mephone stares at lightbulb, annoyed at the nickname she used for him, before letting out a small hmph.

“You will!” Mephone exclaims, motioning to the two of them. Baseball and Lightbulb both raise their eyebrows in shock, Lightbulb gaining a smile.

“Wont that just let us use bias for judging?” Baseball asks, slightly concerned. “Ive figured that out! if you guys use any bias or opinions while judging, like purposefully giving the other team a bad score, even if their great or giving your own teammate a great score, even if they suck, then your team will immediately lose!” mephone explains, pointing a finger to the team leaders before swinging his arm back so his side in a relaxed manner.

The two people only look at the host and respond with a ‘okay’ before walking back to their respective teams.

Lightbulbs Pov~

Once you and Baseball split off to your separate teams, you quickly begin scouring your fellow cast members to try and guess who has an absolutely spectacular voice.

You cant choose who to sing so you play enie meanie minie mo to help you decide.

Enie, meanie, minie, mo, catch a tiger by its toe…

…

And you are it!

Your finger lands on Painty!

“Heeeyyy Brush full of paint!” You beam at your tall friend, strolling over to them before leaning against their side. Paintbrush looks down to you, staring at you in slight suprise then gaining a curious look.

“Can you do me a-” You make an broken ok symbol with your hand, “-Itsy-Bitsy little favor and-”

“You want me to sing, huh?” Paintbrush chuckles. “Sure, i’ll sing”.

You stare at them for a short while before grinning at them and hugging them. “thank you!!!!!” You cheer, bouncing up and down before hugging them tightly. Paintbrush lets out a soft huff while smiling. You let the painter go.

“I wonder who Baseball is gonna choose.” Paintbrush mutters to you, leaning down so you can hear it.

Baseballs POV~

You scan over your team once again and sigh.

Who do you choose?

Nickel is amazing at singing but doesnt like singing in front of anyone other than yourself, Suitcase is far too anxious, Balloons voice is too high to be enjoyable, you doubt Knife will sing, Trophys an ass and you dont even want to talk to him, Soap will probably only sing the song she made herself, microphone will probably make everyone deaf, and cheesy will make puns instead of sing.

You feel stumped.

You decide to try your luck and ask Nickel to sing.

You look over to where Nickel is and walk towards him quickly. He doesnt seem to notice when you stop right next to him, nor when you kneel next to him. Hes probably zoned out.

“Hey Nickel?” You ask, gently placing a hand on his upper arm.

Nickel goes slightly rigid under your grasp but relaxes when he turns and sees you. You take your hand off his shoulder.

“What, Baseball?” Nickel questions.

“Can you sing for us?” You ask hopefully. As soon as the words left your mouth, Nickels stoic yet curious face shifted to an annoyed pout.

“Why do I have to sing?” Nickel complains, crossing his arms. You frown yourself and let out a short sigh.

“Please?” You beg. Nickel looks away from you and lets out a hum. You hmph and think for a bit. Puppy dog eyes. They always work on him.

“Nickel…” You plea. Nickel turns back to you and, as soon as he looks you in the eye, his pout drops as he stares into your eyes for a couple of seconds. In those seconds you can tell Nickel was struggling to not cave under pressure just by the, almost guilty, look on his face.

“Fine! I’ll sing for our team” Nickel barks, quickly turning away from me and shutting his eyes.

“Yes! Thank you!” You cheer quietly, engulfing his body into a bear hug. Nickel huffs, but hugs back anyway. Once you both let go, you stand up and turn back to the others doing their own thing.

“If it makes you feel better, once we are done with this you can wear my jacket” You say, looking down to him. Nickel looks up to you with the ghost of a frown on his face.

“I was gonna steal it anyway” Nickel verifies. You expected him to do that, so you arent surprised.

No Ones POV~

Right after that interraction, Mephone walks to the two teams.

“Have you guys figured out who will be singing?” Mephone questions, gaining everyones attention.

Once the team captains both respond with an affermative noise. Mephone smiles slightly and calls for the two singers and the captains to come and meet him backstage.

“So, here’s what you’ll do,” Mephone says, Mepad standing next to him patiently.

“The singers go in alphabetical order, so Paintbrush will go first, and then Nickel.” Mephone says, pointing to Mepad. Mepad has the team logos, The Bright lights above the Grand Slams, displayed on his screen.

“When the designated singer comes onto stage, one of the judges will ask the person what they are singing, the singer will tell what they are singing, and they judges will let the singers sing. easy, right?” Mephone Verifies.

Mepad had cute cartoons of grey circles with stick limbs displaying everything Mephone explains.

Once The four contestants give some sort of action to show they got it, Mephone starts again.

“The judges will then rate the singers performance based on how good the singing was out of a score of 10 each, so the highest a singer can get is 20 points. Understand?” Mephone finishes, looking at the four for verification. The four contestants all said yes.

“Great! You will have until tonight to prepare for your performance. Dont let anyone know what you will sing.” Mephone says, waving a hand to dissmiss the others as he turns to talk to Mepad. The contestants leave.

“soo… What are ya’ll gonna sing?” Lightbulb Inquires, turning to the other three people. Paintbrush snorts softly, Baseball laughs, and Nickel facepalms with a small, cute smile.

“Lightbulb… Did you not hear what Mephone said?” Paintbrush asks, looking down to the blonde. They ignore the other two leaving them to be alone with Lightbulb.

“MmmAyyybe??” Lightbulb says. She sways her hips in a playful manner before skipping to Paintbrush before they could get too far away.

“You will have to wait until when we perform” They confirm, point a long finger and tapping Lightbulbs nose. Lightbulb giggles.

All of the contestants talk amongst eachother, some conversations more pleasant than others, until Mephone walks infront of everyone and calls for their attention.

“So, I gave instructions to the singers on what to do. All you guys have to do is wait for me to return later so we can hear them sing. You can go back to the hotel and do what you want, or whatever. Oh By the way, theres not gonna be a prize, since this is just for fun” Mephone says, waving his hand dissmissingly.

The teams then start to walk, or run, back to the hotel so they can go back to what they where doing previously.

“Im guessing you already know what your going to sing?” Baseball muses while turning away from his book, now sitting next to Nickel on the sette in the lobby.

Nickel only responds with a hum while he sleepily leans against Baseballs torso.

Timeskip cause im lazy ,_,

It is just about time for Nickel and Paintbrush to perform. The two are standing backstage, Paintbrush is pacing anxiously and impatiently and Nickel fiddles with the strings of his guitar, playing a small tune.

They both can hear Mephone giving a speech on whats going to happen in a couple of minutes, then the others chatting amongst themselves. Time seems to be passing a bit slower than normal, and soon Nickel zones out and Paintbrush sits next to him.

“Alright, Paintbrush, Its your time to shine” Mephone says, walking up to Paintbrush and Nickel. Paintbrush quickly hops up from they seat next to Nickel, the latter snapping back to reality.

Nickel bids Paintbrush a 'good luck’ as they walk onto the stage.

Once Paintbrush is at the center of the stage, and their behind the microphone, Baseball and Lightbulb stop their soft conversation and turn their attention to Paintbrush. They feel a little more nervous, but they supress it quickly.

“Hi Painty!-” Lightbulb perks up and waves.“-What are you gonna be singing for us tonight?”. Baseball lets out a very quiet sigh with a small grin on his face as Lightbulb kicks her legs back and forth excitedly.

“uh, im going to be singing Little Lion Man by Mumford and sons” Paintbrush says, their nervousness slightly obvious.

“Alright, you can start singing” Baseball says, sending Paintbrush a comforting smile.

Paintbrush smiles back before the songs music starts playing. They wait a few beats, take a breath in, then they grab the microphone and start singing

“Weep for yourself, my man, youll never be what is in your hea~art.

Weep little lion man, your not as brave as you were at the sta~art.

Rate yourself and rake yourself, take all the courage you have left.

Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head.”

Baseball leans forward slightly and Lightbulbs quietly squeals while bouncing in her seat.

“But it was not your fault, but mine.

And it was your heart on the line.

I really fucked it up this time, didn’t i my dear~?

Didnt I, my dear.”

Music plays and Paintbrush takes a few breaths. They messed up a few times, but their performance is so far really good.

“Tremble for yourself, my man, you know you have seen this all befo~re.

Tremble, little lion man, youll never settle any of your sco~res.

Your grace is wasted in your face, your boldness stands alone among the wreck.

Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck”

“But it was not your fault, but mine.

And it was your heart on the line.

I really fucked it up this time, didnt i, my dear~?

But it was not your fault, but mine.

And it was your heart on the line.

I really fucked it up this time, didnt i, my dear~?

Didnt i, my dear.”

Paintbrush takes a deep breath as they survey the bleachers, taking a break before they have to sing again. Everyone seems to enjoy their singing.

“A~h

A~h

A~H

A~H!”

“BUT IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT, BUT MINE.

AND IT WAS YOUR HEART ON THE LINE.

I REALLY FUCKED IT UP THIS TIME, DIDNT I, MY DEAR~?

DIDNT I, MY DEAR.”

The music stops. Home stretch.

“But it was not your fault, but mine.

And it was your heart on the line.

I really fucked it up this time, didnt I, my dear~?

Didnt I, my dear.”

Paintbrush lets out a sigh of relief. The song is over and people are applauding. They relax and, put the microphone back into its stand. Paintbrush perks up when they hear Lightbulb talking

“You sounded Incredible Painty!!!!” Lightbulb cheers, still clapping a few seconds after everyone else stops.

“Thank you” Paintbrush says, rubbing the back of their neck.

“You did great paintbrush! But i have to deduct a point” Baseball says, guilt obvious in his voice. “You sounded really good but you messed up a few times. Not too much though”.

“well, ye, you did do mess up a few times, but it didnt really hinder your lovely singing, imma give you a nine out a ten!!” Lightbulb beams, holding up her hands, ond finger bent.

“soo.. I got eightteen points?” Paintbrush asks, giving the judges a confused look. Once they give Paintbrush a 'yes’, they hum and walk backstage.

Once they enter the room, Mephone turns to Nickel and motions for him to go onto stage. Nickel quickly gets up and hurries to the stage.

Before anyone says anything, Nickel quickly lowers the mic stand to fit his height, letting out a small huff.

“Hey Nickel! What are you going to sing?” Baseball asks, giving him a small wave and a smile while ignoring Trophys mocking comment about Nickels height. Lightbulb also waves to him, but she was a lot more energetic.

“uh, Im gonna be singing Hallelujah by Pentatonix” Nickel responds, lightly rocking on the balls of his feet and strumming one of his guitars strings.

“Alll Righty-do! You may commence singing!” Lightbulb Declares extending her arms as if she was presenting him something.

Nickel nods before starting to play his guitar. After four beats of pretty notes he starts singing.

“Well I heard there was a secret cord.

that David played and it pleased the lord.

But you don’t really care for music, do ya~?”

Almost everyone stares in awe, most people gasping as well. Some, mainly the women, can feel their eyes tearing up. His voice is beautiful. Like an angel. Deep like his normal voice, extremely smooth and rich, lullaby sounding. It feels like a saint came down, straight from heaven, just to sing for them.

Baseball only smiles lovingly.

“Well, it goes like this, The fourth The Fifth.

The minor fall, The major Lift~.

The baffled king composing Hallelujah~!”

A couple of the contestants who had tears in their eyes previously start sobbing. Mephone, Toilet, Paintbrush even Mepad, who doesnt have emotions, feels completely silenced due to how incredible Nickels singing is. Everyone feels the cant do anything; They’ve been completely mentally broken due to the gorgeous singing, unable to do anything else but stare in awe, cry, and mutter swears.

“Hallelujah

Hallelujah.

Hallelu~ujah.”

Nickel takes a soft breath in, opening his eyes slightly to look at the ground. He shuts them again. After four more beats, He starts to sing again.

“Your faith is strong, but you needed proof.

You saw her bathing, on the roof.

Her beauty, in the moonlight, overthrew you~.”

“She tied you to, The kitched chair~!

She Broke Your Throne, And she Cut Your Hair~!

AND FROM YOUR LIPS SHE DREW THE HA~ALLELUJAH!”

“Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelu~ujah.”

Nickel relaxes more as he lets the song flow and the notes come naturally. Baseball seems to be the only one whos not paralyzed by the sheer amazingness of Nickels singing and just basks in the beauty of his voice, most likely because he has heard Nickel sing before.

“Baby I’ve, been here before.

Ive seen this room, and ive walked this floor.

I used to live alone before i know you~.”

“And ive seen your flag, on the marble arch~!

And Love Is No~t A Victory March~!

ITS A COLD AN ITS A BROKEN HA~ALLELUJAH!!”

Nickel takes in an unnoticable breath.

“Ha~allelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelu~uJA~AH!”

Everyones eyes, minus Baseballs obviously, widen as some peoples eyes move to cover the open mouths, amazed at the sudden shift from extremely powerful to soft.

“Maybe there’s, a god above.

But all I’ve e~ver learned from love.

Is how to shoot somebody, who outdrew you.”

“And Its Not A Cry~ That You Hear At Night.

ITS NOT SOMEBODY, WHOSE SEEN THE LIGHT~!

ITS A COLD AND IS A BRO~KEN HA~ALLELUJAH!”

Final stretch. Nickel furrows his eyebrows as he gets more and more emotionally into the song.

“Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelu~uJAH~!”

“HALLELUJAH!

HALLELUJAH!

HALLELU~UJAH!

"HALLELUJAH!

!HALLELUJAH!

HALLELU~Ujah~”

After Nickels voice fades from loud to soft to nothing, the only noise left is the final four beats of the song. Everyone stares at Nickel, utterly astonished and unable to bring themselves to do anything but gape at him. The ones crying continue to sob.

The only thing that snaps everyone out of their trance is Baseball clapping. Soon, once everyone comes to their senses, everyone else joins in. Nickel stares at them, concerned and slightly flustered.

“T-That was BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!” Lightbulb cries, sobbing violently. Baseball glances and her, then back to Nickel with a concerned smile.

After Lightbulb shouts, all of the contestants, minus Baseball, began to scream compliments about how amazing his voice sounds and questions along the lines of 'Why havent you sang to us sooner?’ and 'Can you sing to us more?’.

Nickel winces and backs up with uncomfortable look on his face, trying to get away from the loud group of people.

“uh.. I think you guys should quiet down. We need to give Nickel his score” Baseball says to the crowd, looking back to them with a concerned look on his face. When the crowd quiets down, Nickel lets out a relaxed sigh and moves back to his spot behind the microphone.

“So..uh, what score did i get” Nickel asks, strumming his guitar quietly.

“Ten! your singing is incredible!” Baseball says, happy and loving smile on his face.

He turns to lightbulb, expecting her to say something, but he is met with the girl agressivly trying to rub tears out of her eyes. She stops after a couple of seconds, blinking with wide eyes, before letting out a relieved sigh.

“Dude, bro, your voice is unreal!” Lightbulb exclaims, a large grin on her tear stained face “-I would give you a thousand if i could, but sadly im only able to give you a ten”

“Ok, i got a twenty” Nickel verifies. Before he can turn to walk backstage, Mephone appears, with Paintbrush, next to him.

“The Grand Slams win! By two points.” Mephone announces, ignoring the suprised stares from the past contestants.

“You guys can go and do whatever, now” Mephone instructs, waving his hand while walking off the stage.

Everyone stars getting up and walking back to the hotel, some stopping to stretch their legs. Nickel and Paintbrush walk offstage, Nickel stopping to put his guitar back in its case. Some of the people walking back to the hotel talk about how stunning Nickels voice is and why he would hide it.

Baseball waits for Nickel to come and walk back to the hotel with him. Once he sees Nickel quickly walking towards him, his guitar case strapped on his back, Baseball smiles and waves to him.

“Hi Baseball.” Nickel says, walking with the tall man back to the hotel. Baseball responds with a friendly hello. They talk as they walk back to the hotel together. Once their both situated back in the hotel, and Nickel has put his guitar down in a corner somewhere, Baseball hands of his jacket, as promised.

“I feel like i messed up when i let you convince me to sing” Nickel muses, not not moving from where he sits, leaning against Baseball while he read.

“What do you mean?” Baseball asks, turning from his book in favor of looking at the smaller male in confusion.

“Everyones probably gonna ask be to sing constantly.” Nickel mutters, furrowing his eyebrows, crossing his arms, and letting himself fall down so he is now laying across Baseballs lap.

Baseball lets out an understanding sigh as he begins to run one of his hands up and down Nickels back, returning to his book.

"Your singing voice is really pretty, so i wouldnt be suprised.“ Baseball says calmly, "But if it annoys you, you can tell them to stop”. Nickel flips onto his back and looks up at him. Baseball stares softly at Nickel and gives him a nice smile. “Yea, but their just gonna ask why, and if they dont ask why their gonna say 'But you have such a good singing voice’ and other annoying shit” Nickel whines.

“If they ask why or ask you anything like what you described, you can just tell them you dont want to sing. And if they keep bugging you then ill step in and Tell them that you dont want to sing” Baseball offers, opening his arm as Nickel sits up again, wrapping is around his waist.

After Baseball says that, Nickel utters a soft 'Thank you’ as he relaxes and gently burries his face against the formers chest. Baseball goes back to reading his book.

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