Torn (Inanimate Insanity AU)

Chapter 3: The Beginning Of The Storm

The day went by painfully slow but was productive nonetheless. The only problems Paper had was with Trophy. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened between him and Trophy that morning, until eventually he couldn't bottle it up anymore and decided to talk about it with someone, that person being Balloon.

Him and Balloon weren't really close, but out of everyone else, he was the most available. Besides, Paper knows he had changed for the better and is a nice guy, so why not try building a bond with him?

It was afternoon now as he approached Balloon. Paper gently tapped him on the shoulder and asked him, "Hey Balloon, could we maybe talk?" Balloon turned around towards him, confused but happy that someone wanted to talk to him. "Sure, pal, what do you want to talk about?" "Something important... can we chat about it in my room?" "Of course we can," Balloon replied and then proceeded to follow Paper to his room.

Once they were inside, they both sat on Paper's bed as he explained his situation. Balloon stared at Paper, shocked.
"You punched Trophy?!"
"I don't know why I did. It felt out of my control, I never usually resort to violence."
Balloon seemed to get suddenly get very nervous.
"You don't think he's back, do you?"
"Who?"
"You know, Evil Paper. The guy who kept taking over your body every time someone mentioned Idiotic Island!"

The room went dead silent, Paper stared at Balloon as he felt himself lose control once more. Balloon got nervous as he asked him, "Paper? Are you alri-"

Balloon was completely cut off as Paper lunged at him, pinning him to the bed. Balloon struggled beneath him.
"P-Paper! Stop, please snap out of it!"
Paper didn't listen as he began squeezing Balloon.

"Paper s-snap out of it! Please, you're going to pop me!"
Balloons eyes were watery as he looked into Paper's, whose were's wide with a glint of red. Paper kept applying more and more pressure, as Balloon whimpered and squirmed.

Not long after that, a sickening pop sound was heard as Balloon's salmon colored rubber and blood exploded everywhere. Paper sat there on the bed, finally regaining control. He stared at the crime scene, processing it all as tears began rolling down his face.

'Why did I do that?
Why did I do that?
Why did I do that?
Why did I do that?
Why did I do that?
Why did I do that?
Why did I do that?'

The question repeated over and over in Paper's head, 'Why did I do that?'

He just continued to sit there, feeling both saddened and terrified. What if someone found out and he got arrested? OJ would never trust him with anything ever again. Those thoughts terrified him. He knew he had to keep this a secret. No one can know... at least until Balloon gets recovered.

Paper got up, cleaning up by picking up all of Balloon's parts scattered everywhere and putting it in a plastic bag he found on the floor, trying his best to hold back vomit.