TW/CW: Mentions of pills, Censored swearing, Flashbacks, Blood/g0re, Fire
5 Day Timeskip, 3rd Person Pov
"So, Trophy, how do ya feel about trying to walk for the first time today?" Test Tube asked nervously. She hoped Trophy would recover, or she'd have to suffer under this lead blanket of guilt she was under for so long.
As for Trophy, he was just as upset.
Trophy just wanted to live normally, not be missing an arm, and look like a freak. His most painful experience from this, besides being blown up, would probably have to be having his missing piece of handle welded back on. It wasn't that hot (in terms of metal), thanks to him being made of gold-coated zinc, but it was definitely painful. Thousands of chemicals, pills, and serums, and not a drop of anesthesia?
"Trophy?"
"Oh. Sorry. Uh, I was kinda stiff. Felt weird." Trophy replied.
"Now, Trophy, for the first few days, I don't want you leaving your room until you're done with basic readjustment." Test Tube tossed him the remote to his and Tissues' TV. "Another thing, walking only."
God, I hate this. Trophy thought.
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Trophy's POV
I hate this. I hate it so much. Cheesy keeps barging in here since that d*mn OJ gave him a copy of my keycard. I can't exercise, or even leave my room, despite having the power to. Test Tube says so.
Occasionally Fan or someone else comes and visits, Soap comes to clean, and occasionally Tissues and Yin-Yang have their dates here. Cheesy suddenly walks in.
"For the love of god, GET OUT!" I yell.
"I will!" Cheesy said gleefully, and then picks me up bridal style.
"PUT ME DOWN YOU D*MN MIDGET!" I growl, before slapping him.
"Ow, dude, didn't your parents teach you anything about "hands to yourself"?"
"You're one to talk." I say, being set down on the couch. Cheesy seemed to have noticed my leg wasn't swollen and disgusting anymore, but he definitely noticed the stitches. I saw Yin-Yang taking honey out of the microwave. They like warm honey on their PB&Honey sandwiches. Gross. Suddenly, POP.
BOOM.
Pain. Pain everywhere. I glanced down at my right arm. Mutilated, absolutely destroyed. I could see the flesh and bone. I started sobbing. It hurt like h3ll. It was horrible. So horrible. Test Tube was yelling, "Stay with me! I-I'll get help!" My vision was so blurry. Bl0od was everywhere. There was a glass shard in my right thigh, bl3eding out fast. It was so, so painful. "Make it stop!" I yelled. I saw a tall figure come down from the tube. "Test Tube, there was a tremor and- OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED?!" Soon everything went black.
"Trophy? Trophy, what's wrong? Trophy!"
I snapped back to reality, realizing I was just yelling and sobbing the whole time.
"Trophy, what was that?! Are you ok?" Cheesy asked, holding my only hand. Test Tube was frantically writing things down. Fan had fainted. Yin-Yang was arguing with themself. Knife and Pickle had paused their game, staring at me in shock.
"Deranged." Knife commented.
"I know." Pickle replied. Paintbrush went into a fuming rant about how that's not what you say to someone who just had a traumatic flashback, and that those words were completely unacceptable, I agree to be honest. Sparks flew. OJ ran in with the fire extinguisher, Paper following behind him.
"I heard Paintbrush ranting!" OJ yelled. Paper came to my aid, telling me to breathe, and that things were gonna be ok. I eventually calmed down.
"Oh my goodness! We didn't mean to hurt you like that..." Yin apologized.
"Yes we did! Hahahaha!" Yang laughed.
"Just ignore my evil conjoined twin, he's got some issues." Yin said awkwardly. OJ came over to me after extinguishing small fires Paintbrush had started.
"Look, Trophy, I'm gonna try and get you a psychiatrist, but I know a therapist that could really help you. I competed with them during season 3."
"I- Why did that happen... I was just talking to Cheesy then I heard- It was painful." I mumbled. OJ sighed, walking over to the fridge. His worried face contorting into an annoyed one.
"Who wants to go on a grocery run?" OJ yelled down the hall. Some peeked out of their rooms, volunteering. OJ cringed. "Yin-Yang, you have to come. I can't push those huge carts by myself."
"YAAAY!" Yin-Yang shouted with a look of sheer joy on their face.
"Anything you'd like, Troph?"
"No." I answered plainly.
"Ok." OJ said. "C'mon guys." Paintbrush, Bomb, Yin-Yang, and Microphone exited, and the van's start-up was heard in the distance, along with the intro to Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give you Up".
"D*MN IT YIN-YANG!" I heard Microphone yell, as the car pulled out and onto the road, driving off.
2 chapters in 1 day????? Technically 3 but i posted chapter 1 at like 1am so
trophy begins physical therapy, and yeah trophy was conscious for a little but after the explosion, funky
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