Insomnia

Numb

TW: drinking, screaming, blood, thought of suicide, and strong language
Please don't read this chapter if any of these topics trigger you.

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Pickle had picked up a new routine. Wake up at around 10, eat food, play games, play the sax, interact, eat food again, stay up with OJ until 4, and then sleep. Sometimes, if he was too tired, he would sleep with OJ With distance of course, none of that, "cuddly" stuff. Pickle was not ready for, any romance yet, though he did have a soft spot for OJ. Maybe because it was they were both insomniacs and the company at night really helped them ignore the fact that they're probably overwhelmed with a ton of stuff. But being in the company of someone who you can genuinely forget about all the bad stuff plaguing your life whenever it be crazy stalkers or fake friends, it really helps with one's mental state.

Pickle was cleaning his saxaphone after doing a little gig after Cheesy's weekly stand up comedy routine. He wasn't the best at it but everyone usually clapped for him even trophy, who was a huge jerkwad. It made him feel good about himself, and slowly Pickle forgot how sad he used to be.

"T-T-There my sax b-boy!" Pickle felt a sudden hard slap on his back. He yelped and nearly dropped his saxaphone and quickly turn to see Bomb grinning at him from ear to ear.

"Man y-y-you killed it!" He squeezed Pickle tight, it felt his bones were going to break. "I-I'm proud of y-y-you Pickle!"

"Yeah.. Thanks Bomb!" Pickle said shyly as he rubbed his sides. "I was practicing a bit..."

Bomb smirked a slightly evil grin, "Oooooooh? W-W-With OJ?"

Pickle froze and stared at Bomb who was still smirking, "What?"

"Oh c-c-come on Pick. E-E-Everyone with eyes c-c-can tell y-you t-t-two have been spending a-a-a lot of time t-t-together lately!"

Pickle blushed, is it really that obvious to everyone? Sure he and OJ have been talking a lot more, well a lot more than they realize since they both talk at night as well. But it's because OJ's really easy to talk too, he's always trying to help everyone with their problems in the Hotel. Pickle was no different, he just takes the time to talk to gingers more often.

"Sooooooooooooo, t-t-tell me if you g-g-guys kissed yet!"

Pickle shoved the shorter man who was laughing uncontrollably, "In your dreams shorty."

Bomb was trying to get Pickle to spill some juicy secrets between him and OJ but Pickle was not budging one bit. In the midst of their argument, neither of them noticed a tall punk girl with a silver afro approach them. She shyly tapped Pickle on the shoulder, who jumped.

"What-"

"Pickle, I need to talk to you." It was Microphone.

Pickle stared at Microphone. He never really talked to her much. In fact, she always seemed to avoid him which kinda hurt him since Knife had mentioned before that he and Mic were pretty close. Any friends of Knife is a friend of Pickle's but Microphone avoided him as if he was the plague. But now she had approached him, very tentatively but still a start to a conversation.

Bomb immediately noticed that Microphone wanted to talk to Pickle solo, "Uhhhhhhhh.... I'm g-g-going to tear u-u-up the dance floor, byeeeeeeee!" as he skedaddled into the crowd.

Coward.

"Uhhhh, what's up Microphone?"

Microphone had a very serious expression, like she had something big to tell Pickle, but something that isn't very good. It made Pickle a bit uneasy if he was being completely honest, but before he could question her expression, Mic spoke hurriedly.