Boiling point // inanimate insanity oneshot

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"Old habits die hard" That common saying was certainly true for soap. Many considered it strange, to be so obsessed with cleaning that it was genuinely hard to stop. Yet be horrified of germs. This attribute of her was useful however, for OJ that is. 

Promising to room all these contestants was the worst idea of his life. Giving a ton of exocentric former game show contestants free rooms in a hotel? What was he thinking! That's why Soap was such a godsend. She never left a mess! In fact she would clean the whole hotel at least nine times a week. The only issue was... Tissues. 

OJ started having him wear a mask as a heath precaution. Despite this he'd always find a way to upset Soap. Perhaps having them be roommates was a mistake on OJ's part. In his defense, he had hoped Soap would stop him from leaving the room a mess. You could here her screaming at him for leaving tissues with snot, blood, and what ever other bodily fluids decided to act up that day. Didn't help much that Soap has severe hemophobia. He had tried to move him but no one else wanted to room with him. It begun to have a serious affect on Soap's mood. OJ noticed she was drinking a lot more caffeine. When he asked she groaned and mentioned his snoring and how it "sounds like a bear! A DYING bear!" She was either yelling or grumbling and angerly scrubbing the tile. 

The only time Soap was ever really happy was the time Tissues was taken into the hospital. Apparently he had to have a operation to keep his lungs from completely collapsing. A one visit operation. But the doctor noticed a lot more wrong with him and decided to keep him in for a few months. OJ always felt bad for the poor guy. He always seemed to be suffering. Soap seemed much happier almost imminently. No longer was she falling asleep in the hallways due to her lack of sleep. OJ expressed this to her. However her response made him begin to worry for Tissues safety.

"I've noticed you've been getting better sleep sense Tissue left"
"Oh absolutely!"
"I do say I feel bad for Tissues."
"Why's that?"
"Well the doctor told me he had many things wrong with him. He said that if Tissues didn't come in that day he would be in critical condition."
"heh, couldn't say I would be so sad about it."
"Soap!"
"What? He's made my life hell!"
"Not on purpose! Would you rather him be dead?"
"..."
"Soap!"
"No! no... no absolutely not I just, forget i said anything."

She left after that. By the time Tissues came back she got worse again. He kept finding her cleaning late at night. She said it was her way of coping as Tissues had started to get so on her nerves she couldn't bear to sleep in there any longer. Any time he would Sneeze any where around her, even if it was in the opposite direction, she would imminently spend twenty minutes in the bathroom muttering to herself and washing her hands. She claimed she was simply playing it safe. But it begun to feel like she just didn't want to be near him. After all there weren't many other places she could be sure he wouldn't bother her.

one day everyone was out of the hotel for a thorough cleaning. When Tissues came back in he coughed on the air. It smelled of harsh chemicals. He called Soap and she said she was using pest killers while everyone was out. She mentioned how she told everyone else but perhaps she overlooked him. The next day he tripped on a puddle and got a nosebleed. While he was trying to keep it under control, Soap came back and fainted. Everyone seemed upset with him afterwards! Even though she admitted she forgot to place a wet floor sign. He begun to suspect that she was TRYING to get him hurt. Surely not right? Who would be so vile for nearly no reason! Sure, he left some trash on the floor. But soap didn't try to kill anyone else over trash.

Soap barely slept anymore. He hands were raw from constant washing and scrubbing. She never ate either. She was just too tired. Too angry. She never had this problem before! She never HATED someone this much before! She didn't know what she could do about it. She was on her final straw, and that last straw was soon to come. 

Tissues thought it would be a good idea to finally confront Soap. After all, how else would they ever get along? It wasn't something he WANTED to do. Rather something he felt he NEEDED to do. Be the bigger person and apologize. She was sweeping the floor when he approached. Holding a long splintering broom. A large garbage bag was near her, though it only had a few pieces of trash. He was just about to make his presence known from behind before he felt a sneeze rising up his nose. Tissues tried to snivel it but it escaped him nonetheless.

Soap, tired and caught off guard, spun around and wacked Tissues in the nose. "AUGH-" She felt something hit her face and shut her eyes. Tight. She knew she'd pass out  if she opened them. That didn't stop her from quaking. She was snapped out of her panicked state by the blue cardboard box's voice ringing out again. She didn't here what he said. He head was foggy with fear. "S-SHUT UP!"

 She hit Tissues with the splintering broom once again. Only this time it was head straight. the sound of tearing paper make her sick. Completely nauseating with context. The screaming only dragged her back into panic mode. She felt him scratching at her already raw arms, she winced back pain and aimed the wooden rod at him once again. She thrust it into his cardboard until it stopped. Oh when it finally stopped... She collapsed on the floor. Holding her eyes shut so tight she was getting a headache. She didn't know if she was wet because of her tears and sweat or... Oh god. Oh GOD.

She couldn't keep her eyes shut anymore. She opened them. Black spots dissipated as her eyes readjusted. It wasn't as horrible as she expected. He wasn't bleeding like you would. Not out of the wounds. Only his nose and a few splintered injures on his arms. But the pierced cardboard, thin and cyan in color, was practically the same as a mutilated corpse to an object.  She was incredibly lightheaded. The only thing keeping her awake was the pure adrenaline of the moment. She had to hide him. 

She ripped a few tissues out of his head. The were barely useable, but she made due.  She wiped away as much blood as possible and forced the bloody tissues back into the box like a makeshift garbage can. 

"I can't just carry him..." she said under her breath.
she looked over to her garbage can and took a breath. The adrenaline was starting to leave her so she had to hurry. With shaky hands, she crunched the mutilated body down to be as compact as possible. And shoved it into the bag. Which was good, as Trophy had just came around the corner to see her. 

Trophy appeared uncharacteristically concerned as he said, "Jesus Christ! Are you okay?"
"w-what do you mean?" she looked at her arms. They were pretty scratched up. Though the pain was nearly nonexistent, and quite frankly, she couldn't bring herself to care.
"Was this what all the screaming over here was about?" he asked, "What happened!"
Soap was struggling to stay awake. She was sweaty and lightheaded... trying to seem normal wasn't a concern right now.
"I really need to go I-I'm sorry."
"Soap wait!"

But she was making a B line for the closet before he could finish. She fumbled with her key, the one OJ trusted her with which she guessed was a bad decision his part, swag the door wide open and threw the body bag inside. She slammed it shut and locked it. Her hands were shaking violently now. Adrenaline returned. She snapped the key in half as she heard trophy's voice ringing out into the halls, "SOAP STOP!" Soap had tears running down her face as she tossed the broken key aside and collapsed to the ground.

and with that she was out cold. 

Soap woke up in a hospital. A gold trophy stood above her. He stared at her and she stared back, every second she became more uncomfortable. Did he- know something?

"do you have brain damage?"
"what?"
"brain damage. do you have it?"
"no?"
he sighed, "okay good I thought that fall did something to you."
"fall?
"Yeah you hit you're head on the doorknob and passed out!" he said, "why were you trying to get in the storage closet?"

In? He thought she was trying to get in? wait. This is great! She could flip the script so easily now...

"ohh!" soap acted as if she had a realization. "I had been scratching my arms when i noticed they were bleeding, probably due to them being dry, so I ran over to the storage closet to grab the first aid kit! You know how sensitive I am to blood aren't you?"

Trophy sighed once again. Seemingly annoyed. "You don't need a first aid for scratches idiot! total overreaction."
"I know I know, but I was freaking out! Were... you the one who took me here?
"yup! Carried you all by myself."
"Well then... Thank you!"
"heh. No problem. I'll see you then."

Trophy left the room quickly before Soap could say anything. Though another visitor entered. 

"OJ-"
"Soap! Soap are you alright?"
"Yes! yes I'm fine..."
"When trophy told me what happened I was so worried for you!"
"I'm fine OJ!"
"I worry about you Soap..."
"I know I know..."
"Seriously Soap!"
"OJ I'm sorry... I- I'll be more careful... But please- can you go? I want to be alone..."

OJ looked a bit shocked but left without a word and Soap was left with her thoughts... She began to wonder about tissues. Had he been recovered ye-

The door bust open again. An angry looking, bright cyan box, caught soap off guard. His left arm curled into a fist. Behind him was a blue light, glowing and projecting god-rays onto his back. He stormed up to her and Soap noticed where that light was coming from. A certain blue-screened phone stood in the doorway. He looked- almost bored.

Tissues stopped in front of her hospital bed. Oh man... he looked REALLY upset.
"Tissu-" soap started but was interrupted by a harsh slap to the face. 
"WHAT THE HELL!" Tissues yelled at her. Soap stayed deathly silent, "Your sick in the head Soap!"
"Tissues I'm sor-"
"NUH UH! SORRY DOESN''T CUT IT SOAP. SORRY DOESN'T EXCUSE HOMICIDE!"
"But you're alive!"
"DO YOU EXCUSE ASSULT JUST BECAUSE THE PERSON LIVES SOAP."
"I-"
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID TO YOU SOAP."
"Don't know what you did? Have you MET yourself! You're EVERYTHING I hate!"
"What? Because I'm sick? Because I'M always suffering? I'm so SORRY that my ILLNESS BOTHERS you!" 
"I..."
"SHUT UP YOU B-"

Mephone pulled him back "As much as I'd love a fight, I have a sneaking suspicion that this is going to end in me needing to recover one of you again."
Tissues backed off. 

"The only reason I'm not telling anyone is because IM not a satist! unlike you..."

tissues turned to leave and Mephone leaves a few seconds after. As the door slams Soap's eyes start to well up. "What the hell is wrong with me? I didn't want him dead! It's not my fault! Its not my fault!!"