Inner Wasting; an Inanimate Insanity Infection AU

A Waiver. Love, MePhone4 :)

TRIGGER WARNING FOR VOMIT. MATURE CONTENT AHEAD.

OJ's POV:

I whip around to my door as it slowly creaks open. Ugh, what now? I just want to get all these spots signed.. I set my pen down and roll my eyes. I just want to fill all this out! MePhone is making me sign all of these.. agreements? He is unsure that he will be able to recover anyone from this point on. He told me that all his systems were failing in minor ways, leading up to a catastrophe waiting to happen. So the agreements are for everyone to sign that he is "not responsible for anyone he cannot recover". "Recovering" Silver affected him in some way? I don't know. Two figures enter my room nervously, Microphone and Pickle. They are adorning masks and wringing their hands. I raise an eyebrow at them.

"Hey OJ!.. So- uhm, we only saw Lightbulb come in. Where's Knife?.. And Baseball and Suitcase, obviously." Microphone asks, wringing her hands.

I sigh, "Well, from the VERY helpful information MePhone gave, only Lightbulb agreed to coming back to the hotel. I don't know why, because, again, helpful MePhone. All he did was shrug and shove these liability papers into my hands."

"So you just.." Pickel sighs, "Alright, thanks OJ."

I roll my eyes, "Well, if they decided not to come back by now, it's not our problem. I'm not hunting them down, and it's not worth it. He's as stubborn as a mule."

Microphone huffs as Pickle glares at me. Microphone sighs and pushes him out into the hallway. I scoff as she shuts my door quietly. I feel bad, but- I know Knife. This is a decision he is set in. I'm sure he has the other two rallied behind him- it'd be no use trying to convince them. I mean, if there's any doubts within the next week, they'll probably come back soon enough for a nice bed and indoor pool! I can't imagine staying outside is pleasant. I'd have to ask Balloon about that! Ha!.. I would if I could I guess. He's in the lab-?? Test Tube has some unsettling stuff for sure, but I never expected a secret lab to be something she possessed. I've never seen it nor will I see it. I'm quarantined for my own good, as Lifering puts it. I think I'm just shut down, but I really don't see why everyone is so freaked out. It's just a sickness! I'm sure Silver Spoon was being dramatic!.. 

I think I'm worrying myself right now by theorizing.

Anyway! I just don't see how Soap and Paper are running the place! Only I can do that! I have everything in a nice rhythm; a place for everything. I let one object clean the dishes, and they're all out of place! I have a system! I trust Paper, of course I do! But there's so much to do! It's my job, and my job only. I wring my hands as my thoughts trail off. What if the place is a disaster? They can't handle this! Shoot, why did I agree to let them run the place?! I can't believe I did that. I need to get back to work-

"OJ!"

I'm awakened from my thoughts when Soap busts through my door with Paper anxiously pacing behind her. I grab my pen back up from my desk and twirl it back and forth in my hand rhythmically. Soap huffs exhaustively; did she run here? I knew it! The place is falling apart! Gosh-

"OJ. Balloon is trying to get out of the lab!!" Soap spits through gritted teeth.

I blink and cock my head, "Uhmm.. alright?.."

Soap looks appalled, pulls Paper in by the wrist, and slams the door. She stomps up to me in an extreme rage. Goodness- what did I do!?

"OJ," Soap 'calmly' spits, "You don't get it! He's INFECTED. Bot just ran in to tell me he has been CLAWING at the METAL doors. I went to check and there's a HUGE HOLE. IN THE DOOR."