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...ONE MORE CHANCE...

Original idea: jupistrashcan

Cover art: ShyArtisticPerson


"Can you please give me one more chance to make things right?", was the sentence Balloon said before Paper, who had slowly grown to feel pity for Balloon, carefully closed the doors as Balloon was forced to stay outside.

OJ had gotten tired of the constant requests that Balloon had made to get into the hotel, which was very obvious to Paper, who adored the hotel manager, as OJ constantly vented to Paper about him.

The one instance that OJ would constantly talk about was the time when Balloon tried to force his way into the building, which ended with him having to run across the entire building as Balloon, with the help of Suitcase, tried to get into the hotel using a rope that was tied to a second story window.

Paper was basically OJ's therapist and OJ was basically Paper's therapist.

The two were a perfect duo, which everyone already knew, and stuck together like glue. It was no surprise when Pickle and Knife were told, secretly and suddenly, by a drunk OJ about their blooming relationship. It was also no surprise to the two gaming friends when Paper, who was sleep deprived, accidentally slammed himself into OJ's lap while the four of them were hanging out together.

Most of the time, the two spent their hours working and keeping everyone, who had almost no chores or anything to do, happy. It was slowly tearing the mentality of the two into extremely tiny pieces, so extremely tiny that not even a microscope could see it.

The snap in OJ's mind happened when Trophy, after sending him on a one hour trip around the hotel to find his phone, which he thought someone had stolen, found his phone accidentally placed in his top.

OJ wanted to strangle Trophy where he stood, but held himself back as Trophy walked away, forgetting to apologize to the person he lead on a pointless goose chase that would have never lead nowhere in the first place.

The snap in Paper's mind happened when Trophy, Tissues, Cheesy, and Salt basically spent an entire working day (eight hours) trying to complain to Paper about their problems, which were about one person or another who was also complaining, before turning on each other and arguing, before going back to complaining to Paper, before going in a circle of complaining and arguing.

They fought for so long that Paper had to close up shop and walk away. The group continued to argue for another twenty minutes until Cheesy finally noticed that Paper had walked away and went back to OJ's Office, which was really Paper & OJ's Office.

He noticed something. Test Tube seemed to get annoyed when Fan was around her, which was odd as they were friends before. Paintbrush was always a little annoyed when Lightbulb and her energy was around her. Trophy and Tissues hated each other, as Trophy hated Tissues' sneezing issues and Tissues hated Trophy's comments towards him. 

The main reason he thought these things were because of Paintbrush's complaints against Lightbulb, both Trophy and Tissues complaining against the other, and Fan asking Test Tube, "Can you please give me just one more chance to make things right?", while Test Tube walked away.

An idea, a horrid idea, appeared in his head suddenly. He knew some of the room mates, like Knife and Pickle, worked wonderfully together, "but what if the people who constantly annoyed me were trapped in their hotel rooms with their room mate?".

OJ's idea, which was "but what if the people who constantly annoyed me were trapped in their hotel rooms with their room mate?", practically invaded his mind for the rest of the evening, even when Paper asked him several questions about how his day was (as the two went to sleep).

When Paper woke up the next day, it was around four in the early morning, which was four hours before anyone was expected to wake up. He was very bored and decided to walk around the hotel and make sure everyone was asleep.

Hysterical dry heaving could be heard from the hotel garden, located behind the building and near Room 101, which was Box's room, as the sound of walking of grass could be heard, creating a weird, somewhat harmonic, sound.

Box's fake thoughts decided to think, "Man, Paper is probably watering those plants with his tears", while he fake slept and fake watched as Paper was having the poor man's equivalent to a very severe mental breakdown.

After he had a mind collapse of rather non-epic proportions, he went back inside, wiping some tears from his eyes, and went to the kitchen to make himself some raspberry tarts (which are totally not inspired by Pop Tarts).

He had spent thirty minutes watering his plants and seeds and whatever else he decided to plant there, so it was around four forty five in the early morning when he went to make himself some "early morning delights", as Paper jokingly called it.

Funny enough, that is also the name of something else OJ and Paper do in their spare time.

When OJ woke up the next day, it was four forty nine and Paper was prepared to snuggle back up to OJ's, currently lifeless, body and possibly fall asleep again. Instead, OJ, still some what tired, decided to mumble his idea to Paper, who was currently eating a raspberry tart while sitting on their shared bed. Paper, when he heard the idea, turned his head and, shocked, asked for OJ to repeat himself.

While he got himself up, realizing what he had just said and deciding to follow around and pretend like he was being intentional, and stretched his tired bones, he repeated his idea, which made Paper able to fully realize the idea. Paper was thinking about the idea in his head instantly, trying to figure out if it was worth it to possibly ruin their reputations just for an idea that may or may not work.

It was worrying to OJ that Paper was not responding to him, but he waited for almost half of an hour, watching whatever was on the television, for Paper to respond. Once Paper was ready to respond, he sat up and stared at OJ.

Sweat fell from OJ's neck, similar to when they were preparing for some "innermost intimateness with a very close confidant", as Paper jokingly called it, for the first time. 

There was a very awkward silence in the air as the two stared at each other. Paper's non expression face turned into a big smile as Paper wrapped himself around OJ and kissed him, before pulling apart and saying, "Yes! Definitely yes! That is the best idea you have had in a month!".

Even with the minor, most definitely accidental, insult from Paper, OJ was positively determined to make everyone feel the same pain they had felt for a decade straight.

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