TW/CW: Flashbacks, Censored swearing, Scars, S/H, Mental illness, Eating disorders
2 Days Later, Trophy's POV
I sat on the couch, watching some baking show Paper wanted to watch while fixing some clothing items for people. I haven't been allowed in my room because some people were coming and making the room handicap-accessible. OJ was also bragging about having a handicap tag, the "laws" on Inanimate Island are a little weird, and apparently if you have anyone in your home who's disabled, the owner gets a handicap tag, and stuff.
"Trophy, look at that cake with the shards in it, isn't that cool?" Paper chirped. I thought back to that d*mned shard of glass that stabbed my right leg. It was horrible, so horrible.
"Trophy? Oh, no, Trophy, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
"N-No, it's ok..." I trailed off. Soon the door was opened, and a sneeze was heard.
"You comin', Tissues? Need help carrying your bag, or?"
"No, No, I got it." Tissues said. The moment Yin-Yang, who had been pretty depressed since Tissues was hospitalized, saw him, they sprung up and ran to him.
"TISSUES!!!" They yelled, right as Tissues reached the door, a portable oxygen concentrator (POC) in a backpack he was wearing. Yin-Yang hugged Tissues gently, making sure not to hurt him.
"We missed you so much!" Yin squealed.
"I missed your hot face." Yang snickered.
"Hey Tissues. They're doing renovations in our room, by the way." I informed him.
"Oh. So, where do we sleep?" Tissues asked me. His POC was kind of loud, it was a little hard to hear him.
"Wherever we want, I guess. Cheesy let me bunk with him, maybe Yin-Yang'll do the same." I heard Salt suppress a laugh.
"Oh, almost forgot, Yin-Yang, I got you a gift." Tissues reached into his box, and pulled out a small kitten, half white and half black. Yin-Yang gasped.
"Scrunkly!" They said gleefully.
"His name's YinYang Jr., because he looks like you. OJ's got cat supplies."
"I hate cats." OJ said through gritted teeth, dragging cat supplies in with a wagon, because he has weak little noodle arms from sitting in his office and just doing paperwork all day. Paper's stronger than him, for crying out loud!
"Smell awful, shed everywhere, make me sneeze-" OJ suddenly sneezed violently. "You just HAD to get a longhair, huh Tissues?"
"It looked just like my husband, is that such a big deal?"
"w-w-w-wait, you guys are d-dating?" Bomb interjected.
"Uh, yeah?" Tissues said reluctantly.
"Huh. I-I always thought y-y-you guys were just friends."
"We k!ss each other daily." Yang groaned.
"I'm a little nervous about PDA though. But you're just so... persuasive..." Tissues shot Yin-Yang a suspicious look. Those two are such lovebirds.
"Not with that dumb machine you're not."
"Yang!" Yin yelled.
"Room's done!" a gruff voice yelled as the workers started to leave, OJ paying the fees.
✰✰✰ In Trophy & Tissues' Room ✰✰✰
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DISARMED - Inanimate Insanity AU (ComedyGold/Tissyang)
Fanfiction(Complete!) uhhh NONE OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS ARE MINE EXCEPT COTTON BALL, GAUZE, TOWEL, AND BANDAID BOX! ALL OTHER CHARACTERS BELONG TO ANIMATIONEPIC ON YOUTUBE! GO CHECK EM OUT! this has 2 main ships, Trophy x Cheesy and Tissues x Yin-Yang becau...
