object show stuffs <3

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Not requested, just had an idea. Everyone is still an object.

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mixed pov thing idk

Paper hummed to himself, dragging the duster around the empty shelves. OJ recently had some new furniture delivered to the hotel, and boy were they dirty.

The living room was filled with old, musty furniture just waiting to be renewed. Where did OJ get this stuff, and why??

Some of the hotels occupants decided to assist OJ with the cleaning. Totally not like he said he would kick anyone out for not helping.

Paper chuckled lightly at at thought, turning away from the shelves and towards a dresser. He wiggled the handle on one of the drawers somewhat aggressively, struggling to open it.

When he did, he flinched. There, inside the corner of the empty dresser, he noticed a small spider, hanging from its web.

Taking a deep breath, and remembering that the spider must be more scared than him, he reached a hand in slowly.

"Hey Paper!" He jumped, bumping into the dresser and shaking it. It wobbled, but didn't topple over.

He yanked his hand out, looking around.

Pickle.

"Ah-- Hi, Pickle." He rubbed his hand, smiling lopsidedely at him.

Pickle waved slightly, before looking around.

"Have you seen the leather cleaner thing? I've been asking around but everyone says they haven't seen it."

Paper thought.

"I don't think we actually have any. OJ must've forgotten, but the last time we unpacked groceries we didn't have any."

Pickle lowered his head in defeat, "Oh, alright. I'll find some other way to clean the new cushions."

Paper frowned, "How about I go get you some? It shouldn't take too long, and I think we're going to need more cleaning supplies regardless.."

Pickle brightened up.

"Really? Thanks Paper." Pickle would start to walk away.

"Oh wait! Do you mind uh.. cleaning the dresser for me while I'm gone?" Paper asked softly, gesturing to the decaying.. wood thing beside him.

"Sure, why not?" Pickle walked over.

"Oh right, first.." Paper reached back into the drawer and pulled out the little spider in cupped hands.

Pickle looked at it curiously.

"Oh, cool!" He gasped, "It's one of those like.. jumping spiders! What're you gonna do with it?" Paper looked around.

"I'm not all too sure.."

"How about I have it? It's super tiny, it's probably a baby. Poor thing, all alone."
Paper smiled again at Pickle, holding out the spider.

It crawled its way around Paper's hands, before plopping itself down in Pickle's.

Pickle smiled down at it, walking away to give it a shelter of its own.

Paper watched happily, before turning and walking away.

He passed a couple others, Soap, Cheesy, and so on. Almost everyone was in the living room cleaning something.

Paper stepped past all of them, towards the front of the hotel.

OJ, Trophy and Knife were bringing in the last bit of furniture. Paper waited patiently for the three to pass, humming once again.