(Still Tony's Perspective)

Eventually, we finished up breakfast and went on with some work. I went off to my set and was resting on the wall, waiting for filming to start. I heard the door open and shut with a slight bang, familiar- sounding footsteps leading into the room. My eyes had been closed, so I opened them. "Mmm?" I sounded, rather tiredly. Roy looked at me with agonized eyes, watching me with anger seemingly radiating off of him. "Alright, let's get on with the filming then! Adjust the lighting, Red Guy, will ya?" he rasped. The vermillion- headed puppet did as told, his long hair falling in his face.

The other two puppets took their places. Roy switched on the TV to static, and called out, "Filming in three, two, ONE." The sound of static and my ticking filled the room.

"C'mon, guys, stop mucking around," mumbled Red Guy, sitting in the comfy- looking green chair. "We only have five minutes until our show's on." Duck Guy replied with his line: "That's not enough time!" while sitting in the old wooden rocking chair. Although it WAS a rocking chair, he wasn't rocking in it (as he had stopped) and instead was holding a pocket watch.

"There's always time for a song!" I called out, the camera switching over to me. All the puppets stared at the camera, confused. Red Guy looked at the camera once more. "What? Who is that?" I quickly hopped of the wall the stared directly at the camera, beginning to dance as the music filled the room. "Time is a tool you can-" Yellow Guy stood up, cutting me off. "I- I need to use the b- bathroom..." he blurted, staring at his father. Roy stopped filming and angrily barked at his child, "Hurry up or you'll be PUNISHED!" Yellow Guy scurried out of the room. I sighed and asked, "Should we start all over, Sir?" Roy nodded, gritting his teeth. I sighed and resumed to my place back on the wall, letting a small sigh escape my lips. "This is going to be a long day..." I thought to myself.

(Collin's Perspective)

"I- I'm a computer. I'm a computery-" "Oh, COME ON! More enthusiasm, kid!" Sketchbook called out, slapping my shoulder playfully. Sketchbook was helping me out with my script while relentlessly teasing me. I was sitting in a chair, facing her. I shifted my weight uncomfortably, wishing I could be back in Tony's room, napping. I sighed, nodded, and tried again. "I'm a computer. I'm a computery guy. Everything made out of b- buttons and-" "Collin, you need to stop STUTTERING. Seriously, do you have, like, a speech thing or something?" I shook my head. "No. I just do that when I get nervous," I explained quietly. Sketchbook nodded meaningfully, silent. After a few minutes, she said, "Hey, I'm thirsty! Grab me a bottled water, helper!" She winked as I sighed and got up to go to the kitchen. "This is going to be a long day..." I thought to myself.

A few hours after work was finished, I was relaxing in my new, bare- looking dorm. I suddenly heard shouting and laughing coming from downstairs and decided to check it out. I left my room and briskly walked over to the elevator, pressing the down button. The doors opened up immediately, and I stepped inside and pressed 1. The doors shut and I waited patiently, humming to myself. The doors soon opened and I stepped outside, into the kitchen. I was greeted by the image of Sketchbook, Tony, Shrignold, and Duck Guy laughing hard, a bottle on the floor in the midst of the circle they were sitting in (all of them were sitting on the floor). "Erm, hi?" I awkwardly greeted. They all immediately looked at me. "Oh, hey, Collin! I don't think we've formally met, I'm Duck Guy!" said the green guy, wiping tears from his face. I shyly walked over to him and shook his hand politely. "Care to join us in a game of Spin the Bottle?" asked Shrignold, holding up the bottle.

"Err, no thanks. But I'll watch, I guess..." I awkwardly trailed off. I glanced at Tony, a seemingly disappointed look on his face. "I volunteer you, Helper! You must play!" giggled Sketchbook. I sat down next to Tony, defeated. "Okay... wait, is that why Tony's playing?" Sketchbook giggled once more and nodded again. "Yup. Okay, it was... MY TURN!" Sketchbook spun the bottle while grinning immensely. It landed on Shrignold. She blushed. "Okay, I guess I'll-" The elevator doors opened; Roy's slightly red face appeared. "Keep it down, will ya? I'm trying to work; go and play something else!" Roy turned and disappeared back into the elevator. Everyone was bummed out.

"Oooh, I know what else we can play!" called out the bright and cheery Sketchbook. She got up and gestured us all to the back of the kitchen, nearby a pantry. We all followed, curious. She then whispered something to Duck Guy, who then got up to retrieve a sheet of paper, a pencil, scissors, and a cap. He looked around the room at each one of us and wrote things down while we quietly chatted amongst ourselves.

"Okay, folks, we're playing Seven Minutes in Heaven! Basically, you draw a name from this hat, and whoever you get, you have to spend seven minutes in Heaven with! Heaven means this pantry here," Sketchbook gestured, grinning. She then shoved the hat at Tony and nodded.

(Tony's Perspective)

I put my hand into the cap, my fingers fiddling around amongst different pieces of paper. I finally grabbed one and unfolded it carefully. "Tony," I read aloud, embarrassed. Sketchbook's silly grin faded. "Oh. One sec," she said. She took the piece of paper from me and handed it to Duck Guy. "Now try," she urged me, grinning once more. I reached my hand in again, this time pulling out the first slip of paper that touched my fingertips. "...Collin..." I read aloud, trying to control my blushing.

Sketchbook shrieked with joy and laughter. She grabbed my hand and practically pushed me into the pantry; she did the same with Collin. The door shut and I heard a lock click from the outside. "Uhhh..." I trailed off, rather awkwardly. I could barely make out the shape of Collin's figure. "You just want to... talk then?" I asked.

Collin nodded. "Y- yeah, that's fine. So... t- this morning...?" he trailed off. My face felt hot. "Umm, I don't know, Collin-Sir... I do apologize..." I awkwardly replied, wishing he hadn't brought it up.

(Collin's Perspective)

"N- no! It wasn't like t- that! Not at all! Don't apologize!" I called back to him. Tony blushed. I felt gutsy. It definitely was a spur-of-the-moment decision, but I couldn't help myself. I got closer to him, and wrapped my arms around him. "Let's try this again..." I whispered, feeling Tony's heartbeat. Tony looked bewildered, yet excited. I moved in closer, closed my eyes, puckered my lips, and...

The door flew open, Sketchbook and Shrignold standing there with shocked expressions on their faces. "Oh, crud..." I thought, knowing that nothing good were to come out of this.