RECURRING DREAMS (I.I Fanfic)

>Curiosity Kills The Cat<

Paper stirred the flour, yeast and water in a bowl, trying to bake bread early in the morning.
"What are you doing?" OJ entered the kitchen, turning on the coffee grinder.
"Just baking.." Paper answered rather down, slowing down the stirring.
OJ knew what was going on, but before he could say anything Nickel was heard falling down the stairs. 

"OH YOU LITTLE-!"
"Nickel!" Suitcase was heard running after him.
OJ, clenched his teeth and fists, hissing, "I'll be right back with you."
He walked away and Paper gave his attention back to his ingredients.
Paper chuckled a little while hearing OJ try to yell to get their attention down the hallway.

Ya see, Paper has this thing we're he stress bakes, and normally it's cake but he felt spicing it up a little. Just bread, nothing to exciting though.
He looked up to the kitchen window and saw something lying on the ground.
Rectangle and shiny.
"IT WAS SOAP SHE THREW ME-!" Nickel was heard
"NO IT WASN'T!" Then Soap budged in.
"YES IT WAS!" Suitcase also budged in.

Paper squinted his eyes, trying his best to focus outside.
That looks like.. Fans phone!
Paper looked behind him, then back outside.
Fan, Paintbrush and Balloon had been gone for two days, everyone thinks they're all dead by now.
Maybe Paper could get proof they're actually alive? He'd be seen as a hero if they end up finding them.

So he let go of the spoon and bowl and walked towards the front door.
"ALL OF YOU QUIT ARGUING!" OJ roared at them.
Paper opened the door, and forgot to close it.
He went around the Hotel and found the phone, the sun awakening behind the trees.
As he picked it up, he noticed it had a slight burn mark on it... that meant.. Fan and Paintbrush definitely got into an argument.

As he walked back into the hotel and closed the door he saw OJ in the kitchen.
"There you are!"
"Did you not see the-.? Yep."
Paper held the phone behind his back, he couldn't tell anyone about this, and definitely not TestTube.
"You can finish the bread if you like, I just remembered I forgot to do something in my room."
Paper smiled at OJ.
"Oh, we'll okay then." OJ slowly answered, turning his attention to Papers half finished dough, "I'll try to figure it out haha"

-
In the most dusty room of the Hotel, an object awoke from the bathroom floor, he grabbed the sink and lifted himself up, the bowl stained of his blood from the passed week.
He was surprised he was alive, he looked down at the razor and cringed.
The mirror showed his features that he'd left behind, dust particles flowing the air.

"Wh- I'm alive?" He sighed, full of glee even if he didn't sound it.
"How long-... was I out?" He turned his eyes attention to the phone on the side, grabbed it and his eyes winded.
"What the.."
A message that wrote; 'We miss you Trophy. Fly free'

He dropped the phone into the sink,
Did... everyone think he was dead!?

-
Paper closed the door of his room and jumped to his bed, pulling out the phone and swiping up to unlock it.
Fan wasn't smart enough to add a password?
He laid his back down against his pillow and scrolled through the phone, going on messages and maybe even a music app.
He finds someone's music taste says a lot about their mental state

But when he didn't find anything, that's when he went onto the photo gallery.
And as he pressed a button.
And the gallery opened.
His eyes widened, his mouth dropped and the window opened.
Wait... the window?

"Find anything?" A dark silhouette dropped into the room, every step echoing more after the next.
Paper was silent in fear as he leaned up, holding the phone to his chest.
"You're afraid." They chuckled.

Their smiled faded as they realised Paper was frozen, "Well then. Give me the phone, and no one gets hurt." Her accent stinging through his ears.
"I'm not doing that Taco" Paper spoke up fearfully.
She laughed, pulling out a gun from between her layers, "Well then I guess I have no choice" She rolled her eyes and pressed a button on the side of the gun, a green neon light looming from it, "Give"