Object Show x Human!Reader Oneshots!

II Baseball x Shy!Reader (The Letters from the Secret Admirer)

(Requested by: @Thanos_stolemyweave )

Since they had gotten here, (Y/n) was constantly on edge. Never before had they been surrounded by this many people before. Well... objects. Sentient objects, to be exact.

It all began two months ago, during the events of "For the Grater Good." (Y/n) was relaxing at home, peacefully nodding off, when they fell through a portal, and right on top of Mephone.

"O-Oh my god! I-I'm so sorry-" Mephone grunted, pushing her off, and setting up, lightly glaring at her. "You sure know how to make an entrance, don't you?"

(Y/n)'s face turned red, and they started to tear up slightly. "I-I'm sorr-" Mephone sighed. "I know, I know." He rose his hands defensively. He then pointed toward a group of objects.

"Go wait with the Grand Slams until the contest is over. I know a guy who can take you in until my dimensional portal app is fixed." (Y/n) tensed slightly.

He didn't bring them here? Knowing they wouldn't be able to question him, they begrudgingly walked over to the "Grand Slams."

The team seemed to be finished with the contest, sitting around and talking to each other. Guess it was just the other team that needed to finish.

Looking around, they tried to pick the spot that was the least crowded, and sat down silently. Thankfully, they didn't seem to be noticed.

However, they did feel one stare. But, they were unable to pinpoint where it actually came from. They sighed, thinking it was probably just anxiety.

By the time the other team was done, everyone gathered at the judge's table, away from (Y/n). They sighed in relief, smiling slightly.

Standing up, they curiously glanced over at the gathering. However, they froze in fear. A large object was paying no mind to what the judges had to say, and instead was staring at (Y/n).

For how long, they couldn't be sure, but they knew one thing:

(Y/n) had just made eye contact with them.

They could feel the color drain from their face, and their blood turn cold as the object staring at her couldn't seem to look away. (Y/n) felt faint, and woozy.

Their heart was beating too fast for their body to handle. They wanted to look away, but they couldn't. Before they knew it, the judging was over.

(Y/n) couldn't see anything in front of them clearly. Everything was blurry. They could barely register the voice of Mephone calling them.

Next thing they knew, they passed out.

The next day they woke up in OJ's hotel, and nothing happened for a while.

Until the day he decided to sue Mephone.

That was when they saw the terrifying object that was staring them down, only up closer. (Y/n) learned that the object's name was Baseball, and that they were the team leader of the Grand Slams.

(Y/n) could remember the first interaction they had. OJ had become the new host, and asked everyone who lost last time. Nickel was the first to speak up.

"Us! Like always! Right Baseball?" He frowned slightly upon seeing a completely zoned out Baseball. "Baseball?" He snapped back to reality, blushing slightly. "W-What? Oh! Yeah!"