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Balloon tapped his foot impatiently as the elevator went down the lobby. It soon stopped with a ding and he  exited the elevator. He was trying to find Nickel, who hadn't returned back to their room. It was dark now, and Balloon couldn't help but be a little worried. 

It couldn't have taken that long to talk to OJ, right? Balloon quickly sent Nickel another text, hoping that he was out of trouble.

"This better not be a prank..." He muttered to himself and asked the nearest object when they'd last seen Nickel. He was surprised to know that he went the complete opposite direction of OJ's office. Balloon grumbled to himself.

He turned around and almost walked straight into OJ himself.

"Oh." OJ started. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine." Balloon responded sheepishly. "Anyways, have you seen Nickel? I can't find him anywhere."

OJ blinks, surprised. "I came to ask you the same question! He's not with you?"

"Nope." Balloon shook his head. "I was told he went this way earlier, so maybe he's around here."

"I guess." OJ shrugged. Balloon walked ahead of him, and OJ had no choice but to follow. They walked through a familiar corridor- to OJ at least, when they stopped in front of a door with a sign that looked like it was about to fall.

OJ grumbled and pushed it back up- only to step back and recoil in confusion and fear. The sign read something completely different.













Occupied.



"Occupied?" Balloon asked aloud, raising an eyebrow. "Is Nickel in there?"

"Maybe..." OJ muttered. "But most importantly, WHO CHANGED THE SIGN?? It was definitely not like this before!"

Balloon shrugged. "Let's just see what's inside." He reached up and twisted the doorknob. It didn't open.

"Let me try." OJ nudged Balloon inside. Same result.

"Alright, now I'm confused." OJ muttered, crossihg his arms. "How did Nickel get in there... if he actually is in there."

Balloon shrugged, gaining a sigh from OJ.

"I'll tell everyone to look around outside, and I'll call MePhone. He'll probably know what's going on."

"Oh. Okay." Balloon responded. He wished that more could be done. He was starting to miss him. He checked his phone again, a small glimmer of hope in him. But his heart sank as the text message wasn't even set on read. 

He sighes and put his phone away, only to bump into Baseball, who lookes just about as worried as him.

"Oh. Hi, Baseball!" Balloon smiled.

"Hey, Balloon. You haven't seen Nickel, have you?" He asked. Balloon shook his head.

"Man... I wonder where he is. I mean, it's not like him to go missing!" Baseball muttered to himself.

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