HOTEL MANAGER IN ME. (II STORY)

REALIZATION

oj is never gonna be the same again once u re-watch inanimate insanity because of ME!!!😇😇😇

OJ yawned, gazing up at the ceiling above. It felt really different now as of the empty one, he sat up and began to think about the day.

It didn't matter however, because he had people to cover up for him without knowing, so he didn't have to go hard on himself. Then, he took out his journal and began reading the pages.

It was filled with scribbles and bold uppercase words. OJ didn't find it weird, he was just expressing his "emotions" or "thoughts". He didn't really see the point of the weird thing though.

OJ groaned, and went out of his room to see many people looking at him. He felt bothered but maybe it was a good look? He was perfectly fine, for what he's seen atleast.

The mentality was erased when he saw Paper staring at him from the distance. He just stood there from afar, OJ waved at him with his genuine smile but he didn't wave back.

OJ got closer to him.

“Are you alright?”

Paper didn't reply, he just looked at him. His spark in his eyes were gone again, from the steps descended there was Pickle.

“Good game, but you lose.” Pickle said. OJ widened his eyes, then, he remembered Mephones words. He did this and made his act fail.

He then chuckled and lifted Pickles chin up, they were both locking eye contact, OJ was smiling softly while Pickle was slightly frowning and grumbling.

“I feel like you wanna be blind again.”

“What?”

OJ let out his needle and targeted at Pickles eye, before he could even reach closely to it someone punched him in the face.

“Shit!” OJ yelled, exaggerating and falling to the ground. It was Paper. His eyes were yellow and his pupils looked realistic, his hair was messy and he looked mad.

“I'm tired of you causing this! what is up with you?! you weren't like this before, but now I know that you're a greedy person who cares nothing but money and fame!”

Paper sighed tiredly and fell onto Pickles arms, he looked exhausted, Pickle glared at OJ one last time and carried Paper to his room.

OJ laughed quietly at this, letting Pickle walk away with Paper. He then got up and brushed his pants and walked away like nothing happened.

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Paper groaned, toring his eyes to a Soap watching over him, he woke his eyes up and glanced at her, she glanced back and started smiling softly.

“You're awake! are you alright?”

Paper laid there in silence, but after a few moments he nodded his head smiling back at her. Soap then started wiping the tears of his eyes with a handkerchief.

“You did cry a bit.”

“Ohh...”

“I'll go get some coffee, for us, atleast?” Soap said before standing up and leaving the room. Here, Paper was all alone in a cozy room.

He covered himself with a blanket and started mumbling things about...

TO BE CONTINUED hahahaha hiatus got you thereHAHAHHA