18:00

22 : Corpse

OJ casually lounged on the couch, staring at the TV. Knife was sitting next to him, controller in hand. Video games weren't exactly OJ's forte, but he didn't mind watching Knife play a level or two to calm down.

Everybody had gotten their places settled at the party by now. Bomb and Pickle were playing with the pool table, a game of which Balloon had tried on multiple accounts to join. Microphone had turned down the music a couple notches, but it was still a bit loud. Yin-Yang had already been banned from the snack table, which wasn't a surprise to anyone. There had to be at least ten conversations going through the lobby at once with everybody talking:

OJ, on the other hand, just needed a quick break from hosting. Setting up a regular party is nice, but when it's the hotel residents, it can get pretty tiring pretty quickly. So he took a break, as he had been practicing doing the last few months due to Paper's request.

"Wh- I wasn't even close to that?!" Knife raged, almost throwing his controller at the ground.

"Hey, calm down. You know the rules; If you break that, you're paying for it." OJ warned. Knife rolled his eyes, but listened despite his body language.

"It's not my fault y'know. I was at least eight pixels away from that motherfucker and the game still decided to kill me." Knife grumbled. He pressed 'retry' on the TV, and was brought back to the start of the level, where he began playing again.

OJ quietly watched as Knife went through the level again. He didn't quite understand the rules or how the game worked, but it was still interesting to watch. Once again, video games weren't OJ's forte. Plus, he wasn't sitting down just to watch. It just happened that Knife was playing at the same time OJ needed to sit down for a while.

Something felt... off. Although OJ hadn't been paying attention to much, he couldn't help but notice it felt like the room had gotten a little quieter. Just a little, but it was still noticeable enough for OJ to take note of it.

Soon enough, he found out why. Tissues bolted up to him, almost tripping in his haste. He had an almost panicked expression on, one devoid of his usual exhaustion as if it had been completely wiped from his brain.

"Whoa there buddy-" OJ blurted, standing up quickly. Tissues stopped in front of him, almost bumping into OJ from momentum. Tissues normally wasn't the type to run. Something had to be wrong.

"Something... something-" Tissues huffed between breaths, clearly not used to dashing across half of the hotel to reach somewhere.

"Hey, take a breather. You can tell me what's wrong in a second." OJ said, gently placing a hand on Tissues' shoulder. The one that wasn't deformed, anyways.

"No, I can't- something... fuck..." Tissues muttered, his voice tripping over itself out of panic.

"You're not going to be able to tell me if you can barely breathe. Just catch your breath first then tell me." OJ said. Tissues solemnly nodded, though it was hard to tell he even did with how much his breathing rocked his body.

The room may as well have been completely silent by now. The only two sounds left in it were Tissues' rugged breathing as he tried to recollect himself and the muffled music, which many of the attendees had already learned to block out.

"Okay... it's something with Trophy." Tissues said after a couple seconds.

"You're still out of breath, take a couple more-"

"I would if I had the damn time to, just LISTEN." Tissues shouted. OJ fell silent, letting Tissues talk despite the fact the latter was still clearly panicked. "It's Trophy. I don't know what the hell happened, but there's a trail of blood and he won't unlock the bathroom door. He warned me not to go upstairs either and- listen, I don't know what happened, okay?"