Drafts (Mostly Inanimate Insanity)

A fic I wrote before ii18
I don't think I'll finish it so it's a draft

It was supposed to be about everyone getting on after the fact
But this part is mostly just payjay

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Everything was finally back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be.

Cobs was gone. Gone for good. MePhone made sure of that. Everyone else was okay. Alive and together.

There was a lot of shock and surprise. Even a few punches thrown.

But it was okay for now.

They all stayed at the hotel to get their heads together. Soon Marshmallow and Apple were ready to go back to the mansion with Bow and Dough. Paintbrush said their goodbyes and promised to visit often.

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"Finally!" OJ exclaimed proudly. Finally finishing a little art project of his. It was going to be a gift for his husband, Paper. He wasn't an artist by no means, but he wanted to apologize to Paper and this felt like a good idea.

It was an abstract window pane art. It was supposed to be Paper, but it kinda just looked like white, blue, and pink shapes.

OJ looked down at it, catching a glimpse of his reflection in the glass. A giant X-shaped crack over his face stared back at him. His mood shifted to a disappointed one.

This was his life now, he supposed. A survivor of a tragedy. He wasn't the only one, of course. But he was one of the first to go. Meaning he didn't know.

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He, Pickle, Nickel, Soap, Lightbulb, Yinyang, and Tissues sat in the living room. A few of their loved ones offering their emotional support as MePhone told them something they were not ready to hear.

That it was all fake.

Tissues was less surprised than the others, given he heard a bit of this speech before he was deleted. He was still upset by this, though.

Yinyang too was upset. Yang yelled not-so-wholesome words at their former host.

Soap was talking to Microphone, trying her best to stay calm.

Nickel didn't bother to say anything, but the look on his face said enough how he felt.

Pickle was less so calm. Standing up and yelling at MePhone who just sat and took it.

"Was all of it a lie!? Just some game made for your entertainment!?! Did you just make me some idiot to fall for her lies!?! D-did you make her like that too?"

Knife walked up to comfort him. Hugging his shoulders. Pickle leaned into the embrace. "I'm so tired of being lied to.."

Suddenly, Lightbulb laughed. All eyes turned to her. They didn't know if she thought it was a joke or she was being ignorant on purpose.

"Lightbulb...? How are you feeling?" Paintbrush asks her apprehensively.

She continues to laugh almost maniacally. "I-I- HA! This is so funny! I think my brain is broken!" She speaks through giggles that turn into sobs as she attempts to hide in Paintbrush's embrace. She had.... been through a lot.

Eventually, the last one, OJ, stands up and makes his way to the phone. Silent but hostility written on his face.

"Leave." He sternly says.

"Wait, what?" Paper said surprised.

"I don't want you in my hotel. You are upsetting my guests."

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The door to the art room creaks open, snapping OJ back to the present.

"Honey, how are you?" Paper asked as he entered the room. OJ realized who it was and quickly attempted to hide the painting behind him.

"Um....?" Paper cocked his head curiously, "What do you have there?"

"Nothing....." he lied.

He put his hands on his hips and gave him a look that said 'what are you really doing.' "OJ...."

"Okay." He smirked and moved out of the way. "It was supposed to be a surprise."

Paper got closer to get a better look. "Oh! You made this for me?" He asks.

"Yep. It's supposed to be you, though I know it doesn't look like it."

"Oh, OJ!" Paper hugged him, "I love it!"

"It's an apology gift."

"Apology?" Paper let go and stepped back, "Apology for what?"

"The way I treated you before.... everything happened." Paper looked confused, but OJ remembered his complaints from that day. Saying how he didn't feel seen, that OJ made everything about himself. And he was right, he did do that.

"I'm sorry for not considering your feelings, Paper." It was hard for him to apologize. But he wanted to. "Really. I didn't realize I was making everything about myself and I apologize."

"OJ..." he said sadly. Paper placed his hand on his husband's cheek. The glass cooled by the cold liquid inside.

"You don't need to apologize. Seriously, I don't care about that anymore. As long as you're alive in my arms. All I care about is your safety and happiness."

"No, Paper." OJ moved away slightly. Causing Paper's hand to slip off. "I was making you miserable. I see that now. I can't help that I died when I did, but don't torture yourself because you're scared to lose me."

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That's all I wrote

It was supposed to be a bit of everyone but I only finished payjay :/