Nickel and Balloon, both seniors in high school, typically put up with each other for the sake of their mutual friends Baseball, Suitcase, and Bot. However, a fight lands them together at a behavioural camp, separated from their best friends. They are forced to spend time together, they discover they have a lot more in common than they thought. The individuals sent to this behavioural camp include Nickel, Balloon, Yin Yang, Fan, Test Tube, Lightbulb, Paintbrush, Microphone, Taco, Knife, Trophy, along with their literature teacher, Silver Spoon, and school counsellor, Candle. Lifering, being the camp counsellor/manager. This fanfic will include the following ships Nickloon FanTube LightBrush Silvercandle Knifloon (for angst) Knifan Tacomic ComedyGold Knickle

UHH LAME ASS COVER CUZ IM LAZY, MY 1ST NICKLOON FANFIC, not a good writer but I try😀

!!!WARNING!!! This fic may include triggering topics such as mentions and brief descriptions of SA, Alcohol, drunkenness, NSSH (non suicidal self harm), SH, and mentions of blood. (Will add more as they present themselves.) If you are sensitive to any of these topics, please refrain from reading ^^ This is the first fic I've written that I'm actually posting, so I'm a bit hesitant to post it, and the posting will be pretty inconsistent as I have other things to do, but my friend said I should post it so uh yeah. Hi friend O/ Description- Trophy had never been one for physical affection. Or emotional. Or any to be completely honest. He'd never even hugged anyone. Well.. that was up until two weeks ago. He sat on his bed lightly tracing his finger on the top of his digital camera. When was the last time he had used it? He wasn't sure. I can't believe I let her do that. Came an uninvited thought. He shook it off, not wanting to remember that night at Cheesy's birthday party. It had been his fault after all, for letting Clover talk him into going and then getting himself drunk. He hadn't been thinking clearly and Salt... I don't want to think about it. His thoughts rang out. He gripped the camera lightly and sighed.

Science is always the answer. At least, to Test Tube it is. But this time, science may not give her the answers she wanted. What happens when you become too curious..? The feeling of isolated boredom we all know too well. Now, Test Tube is trying to find the solution, through a psychological experiment. The picture painted in blood can be just as pretty. Trigger Warnings: Murder, Suicide, Mental Illness, Claustrophobia, Extreme Violence, and some cussing. Cover art credit to a wonderful friend of mine, Shiiro on amino! All characters and rights reserved to the proper owners. Thank all of you so much for the support. This was my first story and it means the world to me, truly!!

TW// This fic includes topics of Gender Dysphoria and Depression. Reader discretion is advised Paintbrush is a 16 year old dropout music artist with a dream to become mainstream. Even though they may have the skills, do they have the willpower to get through their journey alone?