Tin Lamp

Tony followed Sketchbook begrudgingly as she skipped down the hall. Every once in awhile she would turn around to blow him a kiss or smile just a little too sweetly.

Yellow Guy shuffled along behind, not wanting to get too close if Tony lost his temper.

"Aww, you're so grumpy today, mon amour?" giggled Sketchbook.

Tony raise an eyebrow. "Why are you speaking french all the sudden?"

"Because fancy words are romantic! Master Shrignold just taught it to me!" Sketchbook replied, a little too happily.

"Well, stop it." grumbled Tony.

"Would you rather I called you 'il mio amore' or maybe 'meine Geliebte'?" Sketchbook teased, grinning. Tony sighed.

Yellow Guy finally decided to try and step in. "Miss Sketchbook, please. Can we just hurry to my dad?"

Sketchbook shot him a harsh glare. "Patience, paysan!"

"That is definitely not romantic." chuckled Tony.

Sketchbook turned her attention back to him, grinning happily once again. "You might be playing hard to get, but you'll be mine soon!" she said in a sing song voice.

"Yeah right." Tony muttered.

"Oh, you'll see the light, and then we'll be united by a ring in loving harmony." Sketchbook cooed. "Just you wait!"

Tony snorted. "Shrignold hasn't done one good thing here. You saw Colin, being forced to love against his will! And everyone outside! They were terrified! What good has he done to them?"

"Oh, but just look!" exclaimed Sketchbook. She waved her hand at one of the walls and it became transparent. Tony gasped.

Behind the wall was a room with grey walls dotted with red hearts decos, and sitting inside was Lamp and Spinach Can. They were sitting across from each other, holding both of each other's hands. Spinach Can jumped when she saw the trio observing them, and accidentally dropped one of Lamps hands. Suddenly the red hearts turned yellow, and a buzzing sound filled the air. The two of them cried out in pain and Lamp quickly grabbed Spinach Can hand.

"Careful!" he yelled, gasping. "You broke the connection!" The buzzing sound stopped, and the hearts turned red once again.

"Seeeee?!" squealed Sketchbook. "So romantic!"

Tony clenched his fist. It took all of his will power to remind himself that Sketchbook was brainwashed, or else he was certain he would have punched her to June 20th. Instead he decided to question the unhappy couple before him.

"What are you two doing here? I thought we left you back at the house." He taped on the space where the wall had been. It was still there, just transparent. There was likely little he could do for them at this point.

"After you left," Lamp began. "This loud pounding noise started. And then these rift things showed up. Fridge came back and tried to help, but I was still in the bedroom. I was too far away."

"I was up in the cupboard." added Spinach Can. "No one could reach me in time."

Tony began to connect the dots. "And laptop was in the living room, as well as Gilbert. That's how they got here."

"But we haven't seen Red Guy, Meat Man, Duck, or Bread Boy so we hope they might have gotten out safely." added Lamp.

"Shrignold was angry when he saw us, he said was trying to get you and Sketchbook." Spinach Can explained.

"Why us?" asked Tony. "And besides, he left us that note. He should have known that at least some of us would follow it."

"He was mad because he had left that note before realizing you had no way to get here." explained Lamp. "He wanted you two first because he 'knew you were destined for each other' or something. Then he looked at the rest of us and said he would have to make do. We've been in here ever since."

"Um, is something up with Sketchbook?" asked Spinach Can.

Tony finally realized that Skechbook had been attempting to cuddle up to him, much like a cat. He pushed her away, irritated.

"Brainwashing." he grumbled.

"Oh." Lamp and Spinach Can said together.

"Okay, enough now, bye!" said Sketchbook quickly. She waved her hand and the wall became opaque once again.

"What did you do that for?" exclaimed Tony.

"Their romanticness was distracting you." she said simply, grabbing Tony's hand. He tried to twist his hand away, but Sketchbook had a very firm grip.

"Come on, αγάπη μου, we still have a long, romantic walk to Roy's cell, and I don't want to waste a minute of it." she pulled him close and kissed him on the cheek.

Tony wiped his cheek with his free hand. "Great, now she's speaking greek." he thought.

It took them far longer than Tony would have liked to reach their destination, and he was certain that Sketchbook had lead them in circles a few times, just to make it last longer. She still had an iron grip on his hand, and he had been pondering if he should just slip his hand out of the glove and make a break for it. Sadly, Sketchbook was the only one who knew where Roy was.

She pressed her other hand to one of the walls, and it disappeared, much like the entrance to the building. Behind the wall was a cylinder of glass, and suspended inside was Roy.

"Dad!" Yellow Guy ran up and pressed his face against the glass. Roy's eyes were closed, his face in its regular neutral expression. An occasional finger twitch and heavy breathing proved he was still alive, though likely in a suspended state.

Yellow Guy turned around and ran back to Sketchbook. "Let him out, please."

"Oh, no. My orders were to take you to him, not let him out. Don't worry, when master Shrignold finds him his special one, he'll be free." She reached out to grab Yellow Guy's shoulder. "Now come along, your special one is waiting and I have a fiancé to marry." She batted her eyelashes at Tony, who gagged.

Yellow Guy slapped away Sketchbooks hand. He ran back to the cell and started pounding on the glass. "Dad, I'll help you!"

"Don't be silly, you'll never get through that with you bare hands." chided Sketchbook.

Yellow Guy remembered the toy train that the Universe had given him. "It may come in handy, you never know." He had said.

He pulled it out of his pocket, and a loud whistle sounded from the train. It was glowing.

"What is that? Give that to me!" demanded Sketchbook. She let go of Tony's hand and began to approach Yellow Guy.

He placed the train between both of his hands and raised them into the air. Another whistle sounded, and he brought it down with all of his strength. The train in his fingers raced forward, light streaking behind his hands.

The sharp point of the pilot met with the glass, and the cell shattered.