Nickel and Baseball were chatting outside their room, Baseball leaning up against the door as Nickel blabbered about whatever he saw in the internet. Their conversation became a halt as they heard a smash and a scream from down the stairs, Baseball noticed the look on Nickels face, "Don't think about it, remember dude! Curiosity kills the cat!" But before he could say something else Nickel begun running to the source of the commotion. Baseball groaned and ran after him, pushing Soap out the way, making her topple over and drop whatever she was holding.
As they stepped into the lobby, they saw OJ, Paper, Cheesy and Cherries trying to pull YinYang and Knife away from tearing each other apart. Yangs side of their body was yelling curses and they're hand was gripped into Knifes Wrist, twisting it unnaturally. Knife was kicking them in the gut, his face full of aggression. Wait.. KNIFE!? Baseball thought, as the two of them watched, not like they could do anything, they had no arms. "Look at him being useful." Nickel tutted, eyeing Balloon, who was on his phone looking unfazed at the fight going on.
"ITS YOUR FAULT THEIR ALL DEAD. YOU AND THAT STUPID TRAITOR!" Knife punched YinYang right in the middle of their face, causing them to fall back, loosing their grip on his wrist, making them, Cheesy and Cherries to fall back as well. Those two were holding onto them, trying to pull YinYang away from Knife. Baseball then noticed Paintbrush and Pepper trying to wake Lightbulb up. Huh, wonder what happened to her.
"W- we didn't do anything! I swear! WE would never to something so horrible, wouldn't we Yang?" Yin shakily asked, clearly showing struggle to talk through Yang's devilish yelling. But Yang didn't answer, he tried to get themselves up with his only hand since Yin wasn't helping. "LIARS! Microphone saw you in the shed! You though we'd never catch on!" Knife begun getting pulled out the front door, Paper and OJ struggling, Salt deciding to help them. "YOU'LL PAY. YOU'LL PAY FOR ALL OF THIS! ITS YOUR FAULT THEIR DE..." The front door slammed, you could still feel Knifes rage outside, still waving through the air and walls.
"Dumb Idiots!" Yang roared out around everyone around him, Yin clearly trying to calm him down, their nose bled at an alarming amount, Knife surely hit him strong enough to break something and luckily that wasn't the case. "Yang please calm down you don't have to make this any worse than it already is..." Yin cried, their arms shaking. "You think we're sick enough to kill someone? Knowing that there's no way to recover them, face it people! Knife said something about a shed, maybe we could go look and..."
"And how do we know your not tricking us into a trap? We don't fully trust you, somehow Knife is alive, someone who was killed, they must have seen you kill them. Either that or who ever the traitor Knife mentioned is the mastermind behind it." Paintbrush stepped into the discussion, YinYang glaring at them, one worried and one is a unstoppable anger. "We need to find who though.. and keep an eye on this one.." Nickel moved in, moving closer to Baseball. Balloon looked up from his phone, a migraine that remembered him of something, a presence of such. Like he was being watched.
"I promise we're innocent! I wouldn't even let Yang hurt anyone, I wouldn't let him!" Yin pleaded, stumbling forward Nickel. Nickel skittishly moving back in disgust with a tad of fear. Balloon put his phone next to him on the table, his hands covering his eyes from the light, his heart pounding in his throat. He groaned, opening his eyes to see the same figure.
The same one.
It stood behind Salt who had Lightbulb in her arms, it smiled devilishly "Well look who it is. The little guy who seemed to have forgotten, you know this is all because of you." They teleported in front of him on the table, slamming its hands on the table. Balloon stared at his hands in terror.
"That Taco is up to no good, you have friends. Yet... your killing them. Why is that? What or who are you really doing this for?"
Balloon snapped out of it, looking back at the calming discussion in front of him.
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"I'm.. not sure..." Soap wiped the polish cloth on TestTube, who was leaning on the side of her bed, her face was pale, her eyes stained by the tears and tilting from side to side every now and then. "There's no hope in it growing back, she needs rest, and lots of it. Maybe she'll be willing to draw out or text out what happened tomorrow, you might want to stay with her though Fan... she... might want the company. Okay?" Soap got up, taking her supplies and some kind of book Fan had notice her grab, it didn't look like hers but he didn't say anything about it.
She left, closing the door politely behind her. Fan sighed, gazing at her face, she looked back weakly. He sat down next to her, "Need help standing up or do you wanna do it by yourself?" He offered, holding out his hand if she needed help getting up to lay down in a more comfortable way. She looked down at his slightly shaking hands, she suddenly gazed into eye contact with him, like she was saying something before she quickly noticed she couldn't.
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OJ entered the hotel, panic spread across his face. "Guys..." He went, everyone stopped their conversation and looked at him.
"We've got a bad situation..."
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OKAY SO- A phew more deaths are coming soon so sorry about how boring this has been lately.
Drama sucks and so does the UK, we get an hour after school for not having a pencil or sharpener.
Anyway, FIGURE IS BACK WOWIE. I love Figure :)))))
OH AND NEW BOOK COVER WOWIE!!!
-Caramel <3
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Fanfiction(THIS BOOK IS ON HIATUS, AND IS NOT COMPLETE) Dreams. Balloon is the most hated among the objects in hotel OJ, but when someone shady gives him an offer to be accepted, he takes it... but the dreams begin to flood in, and the figures in the room wo...
