(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...
Fan was on his phone, OJ walking next to him with his hands in his jacket. The air was blowing through the trees, giving the ambience life. The melted pieces of snow was beginning to drop off the branches. As the clouds made way for the sun up above. "Salt you seem very quite." Fan spoke, cutting the tenseness in the air like butter.
He turned his gaze over his shoulder, quickly coming to a halt as he noticed she was gone. OJ kept on walking, stopping moments later to ask him what's wrong before he noticed Salt's absence. The two were silent, looking down the path they had walked from. "What- how did- when did she..." Fan choked, he hands shaking, his mind instantly imagining Salt dead on the floor in front of him.
Suddenly they heard a rustling from a bush, the two of them screamed like girls as Balloon appeared from it. "Balloon! You shouldn't be out here." OJ snapped into reality, appearing from behind Fan. The wind begun to grow harsher, as if it was a played actor. "And you three shouldn't..." Balloon noticed there was just the two of them, "Where's Salt?" Balloon shakily asked, his scarf blowing in his face.
"W- we don't know..." Fan chirped up. "YOU LOST HER!? HOW COULD YOU!" Balloon raised his voice, it's rare he does that since he always sounds like a angry mouse. And he could tell Fan was trying not to laugh. "WE DIDN'T KNOW SHE LEFT! ...It's not like she was that important..." OJ said those last words deep in his throat.
"This is all your fault! Just because your dumbass boyfriend went out in the forest doesn't mean you have to drag other people out here with you! Your just getting the people killed around you.." Balloon stepped back as he noticed what he said, he noticed OJ's face, it was a mix of fury and grief.
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"Damn..." Fan gasped, his phone up as he was recording the fight. Before Balloon could apologise, OJ slapped his face so hard he fell on his back on the damp grass and you could definitely hear it from a mile away. Balloon yelped and held his red pulsing cheek, OJ standing over him with his fists clenched. "Let's go Fan..." OJ said sternly, as he grabbed Fan by the wrist and they started walking back to the hotel.
Balloon sat there, thinking back on what he said. "So stupid..." He called himself, feeling the heat from the slap spread across his face. He slowly jacked up on both his feet, as he sorted out his scarf and looked around the tree line, he sighed. No one is here... just me. As he begun walking to Taco's shed, the opposite way from the hotel, he noticed how limp his legs felt and the wind beginning to grow even more harsh, the sun had disappeared and the left over snow was no longer melting, the leaves blew overhead, and he could see the mist appearing from his breath.
- Paintbrush was with TestTube in her room, they were giving her a tea. "Wait... can you drink this?" Paintbrush asked as they gave TestTube the mug, she looked pale and tired, very tired, she had barely any acid inside herself. She slowly nodded and chucked the tea into into her acid. "I guess that's one way of doing it."
Suddenly the door flung open and it was Nickel, "Paintbrush you might wanna come downstairs... oh and hi TestTube." Nickel devilishly smiled, before walking away with the door wide open. "Well... give me a cal- I mean y'know..." Paintbrush passed TestTube's phone in front of her, she moved her hands in a way of saying thank you and Paintbrush got up and left the room, closing the door behind them.
As Paintbrush stepped into the lobby they saw Pepper and OJ arguing, and Fan was just standing in the door frame shaking. "Whats going on?" Paintbrush walked past Fan, their arms crossed. "W- well... Salt she..." Fan stuttered, his eyes darting around the room. "Oh my gosh... MOVE!" Paintbrush pushed between the two object fighting. "YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!" Pepper raged out.
OJ scoffed, "I WOULD NEVER! ITS NOT MY FAULT SALT WAS SO DIMWITTED TO COME WITH US!" Pepper stepped back, broken. "Pepper wait.. hold on.." OJ cried, before Pepper broke into tears and ran upstairs. "Wow... smooth" Nickel laughed out, before Baseball nudged him, Lightbulb just sitting there astonished with her jaw open.
OJ tried to go upstairs to Pepper, Paintbrush stopping him, "Leave her be." Baseball eyed Nickel, before something clicked inside him and he harshly asked, "Where's Balloon? Did you guys see him?"
"Uh ya he..." Fan was cut off as Soap appeared from the stairs, almost falling over with a book. "I KNOW!" She yelled out, flicking through the pink book. "About Balloon?" Baseball asked. "No not that... BUT I KNOW WHO THE KILLER IS!" Everyone went silent, as she went to the left open front door and closed it, "They were here all along! And I'm so stupid I didn't notice this earlier!"
"Tell us then!" Paintbrush raged. "Okay okay Jeez, it's B..." Suddenly the door flung open, hitting Soap, cutting her off and making her fall over. "OH COME ON!" Nickel roared, "why can't this just be easier..."
- Pepper flew onto her bed hot tears rolling down her face, she screamed into her pillow, flinging it against the wall. Suddenly the pillow was throne back against her, "WHAT!?" She roared out. She lifted herself up and turned around, a dark figure was at the end of her bed it seemed to be holding something.
"H- huh?" She stuttered leaning up. The figure floating itself onto the ceiling above her.
"You wanna see Salt again?"
—————————————————— I GOT A PLACE TO VOICE A CHARACTER ON YOUTUBE AND IM LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAA.
