18:00

11 : Office

Trophy didn't want to wake up. He wanted to stay asleep in the warmth of his bed forever. It was a stupid wish, but he just wanted to sleep everything off. He knew he couldn't, but a man could dream.

He stirred awake, pushing his blanket to the end of his bed. The room was suspiciously quiet, bringing him an awfully empty feeling. The hotel was normally loud, so it wasn't a feeling he was used to.

He had spent the last hours of yesterday locked in his room, ignoring everybody's attempts to get him to open up. He told himself it was because they were going to do something, that they thought they had to do something about his insanity. But really, he knew it was just that he didn't trust himself not to hurt somebody. Not when he already did before.

There had been quite a few concerned knocks from residents the last few hours of the day. OJ and Lightbulb were the most frequent. Tissues had knocked a couple times asking to come in to sleep. He was Trophy's roommate, after all. Trophy hadn't let any of them in. Lightbulb and OJ were both glass, and Pepper had a spare bed in her room that Tissues could use if he needed to.

The only thing Trophy had gotten around to doing was cleaning the broken glass shards off of the floor. Even if he hadn't wanted to do anything else, he wasn't going to risk cutting open his foot when he didn't have any plans to go to the infirmary, or anywhere downstairs for that matter.

He didn't want to get out of bed. Just being exposed to the cold air after pushing his covers off felt like too much, let alone standing up and getting out of bed. He wanted to stay locked up in his room forever, or at least until he felt sane again.

That wasn't possible though, unfortunately. He knew OJ had keys to all of the room. He owned and managed the damn hotel himself, no wonder he did. Trophy knew that if he didn't leave his room himself, OJ would come in at some point. He'd stay inside as long as he could before that though.

His stomach growled. Fuck, he hadn't eaten dinner yesterday. He'd ignore it, but he knew better than to starve himself, especially after almost getting refeeding syndrome from the lab. He forced himself to sit up, his limbs aching just the slightest amount as he did.

He stood up and threw his camera strap around his neck, holding onto the camera tightly. Thank god he decided not to bring it to the mansion, he didn't know what he would do right now without the feeling of security it brought to him.

He hesitantly walked out the door, finding the hallway had already emptied out. He hadn't heard any footsteps, so he hadn't been expecting anybody anyway. They must all be eating breakfast already. Still holding his camera for comfort, he walked down the stairs.

Just as Trophy had guessed, everybody was already sitting around the dining room table and eating their meals. He stood off to the side for a moment, stalling for time before he inevitably had to confront them. His eyes wandered around, looking for something to do instead of going straight to the table.

Even if he wasn't looking towards the table, he could still tell when people noticed him by the way the room hushed. He pretended not to notice, instead staring back towards the stairs and contemplating whether or not he should just go back to his room.

It was too late for that though. He heard somebody, more specifically OJ, walking towards him. Trophy resisted the urge to groan as he turned around, looking the other object in the eyes as he did.

"Hey." OJ said, his voice oddly calm.

"You can get to the point with what you want to say, I'm not here to waste time." Trophy said. He had never been a fan of the sugarcoated talking portions of talking through stuff.

"Calm down, we're not doing that quite yet. Why don't you grab some breakfast first? You didn't get dinner yesterday, I'm sure you're starving." OJ invited.