Trophy was still in the room, despite feeling a bit better, he decided to not go near people, not wanting to spread anything if he was badly sick. But, Trophy was bored as hell, so, he walked out of the room.
He didn't want to go anywhere that people would be, so he went through random hallways before stumbling into Apples room again, seeing that the gun she had was dropped in her room and never retrieved. Trophy walked into the room and grabbed it, making sure to not look at the body as best as he could and to put it on the safety before bringing it with him upstairs, back to his room where he hid it in one of his gym bags that was under his bed. He didn't know why he took it, but he just wanted it.
As Trophy finished hiding the gun under his bed, he heard the door to the room open, it was Cheesy with a plate of food. "Hey, I know you didn't want to go downstairs for right now, so I got you some food. Do you want me to stay up here today? I could come up with ideas for what to do." Cheesy spoke, Trophy answered after. "Hm, what kind of ideas?" He asked. "Well, I was thinking that we could do an arts and craft sorta thing with Fan." Cheesy said, to which Trophy nodded. "Sounds better than being alone and miserable."
9:35am
Trophy, Cheesy, and Fan were all in the room sitting in a triangle. They had a sketch book sort of thing in the middle of them, and Fan brought some duct tape, pencils, colored pencils, and scissors. "I heard that you saw the body yesterday Trophy." Fan said, looking at the book. "Yeah, it was a scary sight n stuff, thankfully we didn't die, but I threw up last night." Trophy said, furrowing his eyebrows. "I heard." Fan said before feeling Trophy's mood, and dropping the topic.
The three kept talking and drawing for a few hours, mostly talking about random things, while cheesy made jokes. "Hey Cheesy, look what I drew." Trophy picked up a scrap piece of paper from Fans sketchbook that he drew on, showing it to Cheesy.
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"Aaaw, thank you Trophy, this is a real 'prize' coming from you!" Cheesy said as he slapped his knee. "One day that knees gonna give out from all that slapping," Fan said as he chuckled a bit, Cheesy pouted jokingly before Trophy spoke. "That's what she said." He said before Cheesy burst out laughing and Fan had a surprised look on his face. "Shut uuup!" Fan said in a pouty tone, making both Trophy and Cheesy laugh together.
12:30 pm.
Cheesy and Fan had left for lunch about 20 minutes ago, leaving Trophy alone again, who was feeling sick like last night. "Oh shit. Fuuuck." He said before groaning and stumbling into the bathroom, staying near the toilet in case he threw up. He heard the door open, then footsteps towards the bathroom. It was Paintbrush? "Why are you here." Trophy said, backing away from Paintbrush. "Cheesy told me to speak to you, he was busy and asked around for help, so I told him I would." Paintbrush explained before Trophy sighed. "Whatever, just don't be fucking weird," Trophy said in an annoyed tone, making Paintbrush roll their eyes. "I won't."
They both sat there silently before Trophy broke the silence. "Are you uh, dating anyone?" He asked, curling up into a ball as he put his arms on his knees. Paintbrush then spoke, "Yeah actually." Trophy raised his eyebrows at this, "Who are you dating?" He asked, curious for no other reason than boredom. "You might not believe this- but, I'm dating Yang." They said, smiling as Trophy assumed they thought of him. "Huh, well you both kinda fit each other, with how you both get angry n stuff." Trophy smirked before Paintbrush responded, "Oh fuck off, like you don't get mad easily." Paintbrush smiled back as Trophy laughed a bit. "Touché."
"So wait, why Yang? I thought you and Lightbulb had something going on." Trophy realized, stretching a bit. "Well, Lightbulbs my best friend, but me and Yang just kinda clicked more as a couple y'know? Like he would be with me to actually date me." Paintbrush explained while making slight hand motions. Trophy nodded, while they spoke but was surprised. "I didn't even know Yang would like anyone like that." Trophy said to Paintbrush, who shrugged. "He's not as rough and tough when you get to know him," Paintbrush said, giggling a bit. "Sounds in character for him." Trophy snicker before getting a light punch from Paintbrush. "Whatever! Now, are you dating anyone?"
Trophy smiled before saying, "You probably won't believe this," Trophy said, trying to make it more suspenseful. "Yeah?" PB asked, trying to get Trophy to say. "Well, I'm dating the guy that sent you up here." Trophy smirked as Paintbrush gasped. "Really? I thought you hated his jokes." The artist said in a shocked tone. "I used to, but it's sorta the same thing with how you got to know Yang and he wasn't so bad," Trophy smiled lightly.
Paintbrush and Trophy talked for a bit more before they both heard someone else walk in. "Hello?" Paintbrush asked before hearing a familiar voice. "Hey guys." Soap spoke, holding a plate of whatever food they had, she had a hairnet on and some gloves. "Why are you in the bathroom?" She asked, Paintbrush shrugged, "I dunno, Trophy was in here before I got here," Trophy sighed. "It's because I thought I wasn't gonna throw up, but I'm fine now." He stood up and walked out, sitting on the bedroom floor before the other two did.
