Torn (Inanimate Insanity AU)

Chapter 5: "Old Friend"

A/N: Hello, author here. Sorry for taking a while to upload this, I've been getting distracted and stuff. I decided to make this chapter a bit longer than the others to make up for it. Expect more inconsistent uploads, I am not very good with scheduling. I'm not as used to big chapters like this, so I mainly relied on my phone's autocorrect to proof read.

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Paper opened his eyes, he's in an empty black void. Before he could even process everything, he noticed someone in front of him. It's Evil Paper.. Balloon was right. Of course he was.

"Hello, old 'friend'" Evil Paper said with his iconic scratchy voice.
Paper felt adrenaline rush through his veins.
"...You're back."
Evil Paper chuckled.
"I never left. Do you seriously think smashing a piano on my head in the mind scape would just get rid of me just like that? You're delusional!"

Paper stood up in a defensive stance, ready to run at any given moment. "Why are you doing this? Why and how did you make me hit Trophy and murder Balloon?" "Well, that Trophy guy is a huge jerk and I will personally make sure he dies slow and painfully, and that Balloon guy guessed I was back in one go so I had to dispose of him. Every second you thought I was gone, I only grew stronger, I don't even need to hear 'Idiotic Island' anymore to trigger, I can do it whenever I feel."

Paper felt powerless. He wanted to cry, but he knew he had to stay strong. "What's your plan anyways? To murder everyone in this hotel until everyone is gone??" "That and to take full control of your body. I also plan to kill that stupid phone guy and maybe go on a massacre. Depends if I feel like it, though."

"What's stop me from telling everyone about you?"
"I'll kill anyone you tell. Simple as that."

Paper felt cornered. There was nothing he could do in this situation. He couldn't hold back any longer, and so tears began running down his face.

"Awww, is poor innocent lil' Paper upset all his friends are going to die?" Evil Paper laughed manically, which made Paper's ears ring. He wanted it to stop. He wanted everything to end.

Paper woke up in his bed in cold sweat with tears running down his face. He didn't want to leave his room, not after what had just happened. Paper knew he'd had to leave eventually since if he didn't then suspicion would arise, but for his own mental health, he decided that he was going to be in his room an extra few hours.

Time went by, and Paper stayed anxiously in his room. He was scared he would hurt someone if he left. But he then remembered OJ and how he couldn't disappoint him since OJ had put his trust in him. 'I just have to stay strong for a few weeks,' Paper thought to himself. 'It can't be that hard, right?'

He checked the time, and it was 1:03PM by now, so everyone most likely already had breakfast and lunch, so he should most likely go out to clean the dishes. Paper got up and finally left his room, going down the kitchen to clean the dishes. He entered the kitchen he put on his gloves and began to scrub down all the dirty plates.

Trophy walked into the kitchen after Paper did. 'Why does he always have to come here when I come here??' Paper asked himself. Trophy growled in annoyance as he dug through the cabinets, "Where are my god damn tea bags?! Who took them, that god damn cheesy twerp better not be playing a prank on me again!"

Trophy stormed out to find the culprit as Paper let out a sigh of relief. The last thing he needed was to get thrown against the wall again. After about an hour and a half, he finished cleaning all the dishes. Just before he was about to put them all away, Soap literally appeared out of nowhere.

"I'll put them up for you, Paper!" Soap said ecstatically. "Ok, you do that," Paper responded, more confused about how she appeared there more than anything. He walked off as Soap began excitedly putting up the freshly cleaned dishes.

It's now 2:37PM, and so far, everything is somewhat normal. Paper decides to pass the time by doing other chores. He goes down the hall to the laundry room to check for any dropped off laundry, when suddenly he hears crying from one of the hotel rooms. He tries to knock on the door, but the door opens itself.

In the room, he saw a sad, sobbing Suitcase sitting in the corner of her room. "Suitcase, what's wrong?" Paper asked with concern. "B-Balloon is gone, I can't find him anywhere!" Suitcase said as she sobs more.

Paper felt a deep sense of guilt and fear. He was scared that if he got closer, Evil Paper would take over. Despite his fears, he approached Suitcase and sat down next to her as he gently began comforting her by rubbing her back.

"Hey, it's ok. I'm sure Balloon is doing just fine. He probably went out on a trip and forgot to tell you."
"You really think?"
"Yeah, I'm sure he's doing just fine.."

Just. Fine.

He comforted her for about 30 minutes until she stopped hyperventilating. Paper bid Suitcase goodbye before leaving her alone in her room, resuming chores.

More hours past until it's eventually 7:00pm. All the chores were done, and Paper returned to his room to relax the rest of the day. He has officially gone an entire day without hurting anyone. He just has to keep this up until MePhone visits.

Meanwhile, Fan and Test Tube were doing mini experiments in their room where Test Tube had a mini lab set up in the corner of it so they didn't have to go back and forth to her "secret" lab. Test Tube sat at a desk, preparing the lab as Fan sat on her bed scrolling on his phone.

"Alright, we have pretty much everything for this lab. We just need a plastic bag." Test Tube said.
"But where do we get one?" Fan asked.
"Go to the dumpster outside the hotel, I'm sure there is a plastic bag in there we can use."

Fan sighs, not a fan of the cold winter nights. "Ok.."

Fan got up from her bed and grabbed a scarf on his way out. Fan walked down the stairs and towards the front door as he wrapped the scarf around himself. He opened the door, feeling the icy wind brush against his face. He walked out towards the dumpster, looking around before spotting a plastic bag.

He picked it up but felt something was in there. He opened up the bag and stared into it. Fan's heart quickly sank, and his breathing quickened. His eyes couldn't stop looking at Balloon's salmon colored bloodied remains in the bag.

He felt his knees buckle as he now lied on the ground, passed out from shock.