||OLD|| -FINGER PAINTINGS- (An II2 Story)

18: Friendships and Pain

Fan was staring at the ceiling, he hadn't move at all since Balloon came into Test Tube's room to ask him questions. He sat up and reached for his phone, turning it on. The screen was cold, it had been off at that point for atleast a few days. The only times he left the room was to eat. He scrolled through his apps, looking at all of the notifications. People were confused on where he went, he hadn't posted on his blog for days when he normally posts every single day. He made a quick post saying he was fine and just going on a break, it wasn't true, but it was good enough. He turned off his phone and took a deep breath.

He looked at the curtain, the one that hid the entrance to Test Tube's lab. He could go down there, but he wasn't sure if he should. Anyone could catch him, he wasn't as good at hiding stuff from people like Test Tube was. He hated thinking about her, she was gone, and he did nothing about it. He could have saved her, but he didn't. His eyes slowly teared up as he brought his knees to his chest and began to cry.

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Suitcase sighed in relief, "I think thats all for now. It's getting a little late, so we should call it a day and pick back up tomorrow, right?" She asked. Balloon nodded in agreement, "I'm a little tired, I think I'll head back to my room after we finish cleaning." she said, helping Balloon clean up. "You don't have to help, I can do this! You should go rest." Balloon smiled, picking up their work off the ground. "Are you sure?" She asked him. He hummed and nodded. "If you say so, I'll see you tomorrow!" She said, putting the papers she had away, and then leaving. He waved and put away the rest of the stuff on the floor and on his bed, it wasn't too much but it was still enough to get in the way if it wasn't picked up.

He was about to lay down to go to sleep, but he didn't want to. He thought about Fan, and his answers to the questions he asked. Fan was lonely, it wasn't difficult to tell. He couldn't just walk up to Fan's room and go, 'Hey! Remember me? Yeah I'm that detective that asked you lots of personal questions! I'm also the worst character of season 1!' That would be weird.

He laid down on his bed, just staring at the ceiling, he could make friends with him, but there wasn't any way to do that without coming off as weird or forceful. Or so he thought.

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Fan was staring at his finger's, his eyes were clouded with water. He held his knees close to himself until he heard a knock at the door. He quickly repositioned himself and wiped his eyes. "Come in!" He called, keeping his voice from shaking. The door opened and Balloon walked inside, "Balloon? Did you need something again?" Fan asked. "I— Uh- Wanted to check up on you!" Balloon smiled. Fan paused, "Really? You didn't have to." He said quietly. "You lost someone close to you, I know how that feels, you shouldn't have to be alone at all." Balloon said. Fan stayed silent, "I-If this isn't a good time, I-I can leave!" Balloon offered, reaching for the door handle, Fan shook his head quickly, "It's fine, I.. Do need company." he mumbled. Balloon smiled and closed the door, he could hear in Fan's voice that he was crying at some point. Balloon sat down on the edge of Fan's bed, "Do you want to be friends?" Balloon asked quietly, messing with his thumbs.

"Of course."

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Salt was following OJ around, asking him meaningless questions. OJ was helping everyone out and ignoring Salt's questions, most of them were about relationships and romance. The others were comments on OJ and how nice he was. He was never sure why she liked him, but he did know that she wasn't ever gonna leave him alone about it. He did, however, like the company. It was nice.

OJ was putting away plates while Salt was talking about her life to him, he was letting out small hums to let her know he was listening. He wasn't exactly paying attention to what he was doing, he normally let himself go onto autopilot, this time was different. While he was putting something away, his hand holding him up slipped and he fell. Salt let out a scream as a shattering sound was heard. "agh— fuck—" OJ cursed under his breath, he got up and covered his eye. "OJ are you okay?!" Salt asked. "I'm fine Salt, don't worry about me." He said, waving his hand a small bit. Loud, panicked footsteps rushed to the kitchen, it was Paper. He saw OJ and almost passed out, "OJ! What happened?!" Paper asked quickly. "I just fell, I'm fine you two." OJ sighed. "Let me see it, I can get bandages!" Paper said. "No! I can get bandages!" Salt argued. "You guys don't have to patch me up, I can do it myself." OJ told them, "Are you sure?" Paper and Salt asked simultaneously, giving eachother a quick glance afterwards. "Yeah, I'm fine." He smiled, then quickly left to the infirmary. The hotel was huge, he had no clue why there we're so many rooms, but there were.

He opened the door to the infirmary and walked inside, then looked into a mirror to see the damage. He winced at his eye, it was completely shattered. OJ looked through the cabinets and grabbed some bandages, then began to patch his face up. He could tell that he was a little drained, the orange juice inside of him had dripped out when he fell. He had to get that cleaned up when he went back to the kitchen. He put away everything that he used and went back to Paper and Salt.

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