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It had only been a week.

A week since OJ's husband had left for a... ick. Vacation. Even thinking about the word made OJ feel ill.

Ever since, the hotel had transformed into even more of a ruckus than it usually was. OJ didn't have the help Paper usually offered, and he had expected it to be a challenge, but not THIS much of a challenge.

His mental health had just plummeted. He never realized how rude the people in the hotel could be until Paper had left. Part of him thought they were just putting on a goody-two-shoes act around the both of them because they knew two was stronger than one, and that OJ didn't really have the guts to kick any of them out.

Trophy was constantly nagging for a gym to be added to the hotel, Paintbrush was making complaints about the art studio, Tissues always being ill, Yin-Yang being the main cause of chaos.. yadda yadda.

Everything was just piling up onto him, and he didn't know how to feel about it anymore. He was just tired of all of it.

"OJ!" He heard a voice pipe up, instantly recognizing it as Soap. The hotels janitor. She had an angry look on her face, which only caused the hotel manager to sigh.

"...Yeah, what is it Soap?" He finally spoke up after a moment, letting out a yawn. He had a feeling he already knew what was coming. Something about Knife spray-painting the walls again.

"Knife spray-painted dicks on the wall AGAIN!" Soap huffed, grunting with annoyance as she crossed her arms. OJ simply sighed, resisting the strong urge to bang his head against the desk.

"Can't you get his moms to deal with him?"

OJ began to dig through the papers on his desk, as Soap spoke to him again.

"You KNOW how messy Taco and Mic are together, they won't be able to come up with an actual conclusion. Besides, Knife is a teenager. You know how teenagers are, he wouldn't listen to his mothers even if they DID talk to him! It would just lead to an even bigger argument that we don't need right now."

OJ sighed, knowing that Soap had a point. He bit the inside of his cheek, before looking up at the cleaning product in front of him.

"And what makes you think he'll listen to me either?" He said, spite and anger lacing his tone, almost poisoning it. Soap was a bit caught off guard, but she simply sighed, backing out of the room.

OJ was glad that they had been left alone. He didn't want people talking to him right now.

He could hear the chatter coming from the hotel lobby, but wasn't able to make out any words exactly.

He finally slammed his head into his desk, grateful that his glass hadn't cracked.

God, where the hell was MePhone?

The contestants actually LISTENED to him, but after the second season, he had just disappeared! Just like season one.. but this time, it had lasted a lot longer. Part of OJ wanted MePhone to come back, because then he would have so much taken off his shoulders.

But at the same time, the thought of Inanimate Insanity made him ill. Sure, he was a millionaire because of the show, but he still hated it. He hated that show with every fiber of his being. Because if he hadn't won, he wouldn't have made the hotel in the first place. He still would just be a normal fucking guy.

Why did he HAVE to make that hotel, damn it?! It was stupid, and he knew that, why did he have to go through with it?

Was it the thought of how popular it would be, being the result of such a famous show?

Or maybe the idea of how much he would profit from it?

They didn't know, and they considered himself stupid because of it.

He didn't want to run this place anymore. At least, not with out Paper by his side. The two had gotten married between the end of Season 1 and half way through Season 2, and they couldn't be happier.

At least, OJ thought Paper couldn't be happier.

There was so much in OJ's life that he wanted to change, so much that he thought would make him feel better about everything. Paper was one of the few things he wouldn't change anything about.

He loved that damn man so much, and it hurt him that he wasn't here with him now.

But at least he wasn't here to see his mental decline.

OJ looked over at the photo of his and Paper's wedding that he had on his desk, in a beautiful golden frame. He polished the thing often, and he wanted to make sure that it stayed in perfect condition. It was the best memory he ever had, and he was going to make sure he remembered it forever.

The longer he stared at Paper in that beautiful wedding dress, the sadder he felt that Paper wasn't here with him now. He could use the comfort of his husband, he really could. But it wouldn't be that much longer until he came back, OJ knew that. He just needed to stop being so... clingy about it.

OJ looked down for a moment, then back up at the photo and gently took it in his hands, staring at it, before speaking up to himself, though intending the words towards Paper.

OJ looked down for a moment, then back up at the photo and gently took it in his hands, staring at it, before speaking up to himself, though intending the words towards Paper

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