A month of Payjay fluff!

OJ looked up at the clock that ticked away on his office wall. It was 4pm.

4pm, and he hadn't seen Paper once.

When he woke up this morning, Paper had been sleeping soundly in their bed, a gentle smile on his face. That was nothing out of the ordinary; OJ usually woke up earlier than his lover. It was a habit he hadn't quite broken out of.

Then, Paper didn't join him for breakfast. That... worried him a little, but lie-in days weren't uncommon for him. Maybe today he just... wasn't feeling up to facing the day right away.

Even when Paper didn't show up to lunch, he didn't think much of it. Maybe Paper was sleeping through the whole day? Perhaps he was feeling really exhausted from all the work he's done this week?

But now, Soap was here. Telling him that his door had apparently been locked the whole day.

OJ left his room key... well, in their room. So that only left one logical explanation... and OJ had to find out if his intuition was correct.

"And you're sure you haven't seen Paper at all today?"

"Not once..."

OJ nodded in confirmation, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as he rose from his chair.

"I'll look into it... thanks for letting me know..."

He tried to appear confident as he left his office, but his steps came across as desperate and frantic rather than calm and methodical.

He reached his room, knocking on the door. There was no answer.

Again. No answer.

A third time...

"Paper?"

There was some shuffling on the other end of the door, and OJ could've sworn some sort of... shattering sound?

"Paper's not here right now. SCRAM."

The voice was sharp, snappy, and sinister. Rough and remorseless. OJ recognised it in an instant.

Evil Paper. Of course it was Evil Paper. They just couldn't rid themselves of the guy, could they?

OJ was... conflicted. He didn't want this to spiral into an argument... that didn't end well for anyone last time. But it was EVIL. PAPER. How could someone even try to reason with him?

He was probably even angrier due to being gone for so long, too...

...Well. OJ had to try, didn't he? For his own sake, and Paper's.

"...Hey there, E.P."

He tried his best to sound nonchalant and unaffected by his mere presence, but all that earned him was a bitter scoff.

"Iee-pee? What kinda name is that?"

"Well... 'Evil Paper' is a bit of a mouthful, right?"

The voice groaned at the mention of his name. It was more like his title. His label.

"Don't call me that either, jackass. I'm not evil."

"Well, what should I call you then?"

"Nothing. Leave me alone."

...Jeez, why was this so difficult?

"Hey, c'mon... I just want to get to know you a little better, don't be like that..."

The voice said nothing in reply, and the door still did not open. Not even a smidge.

A few seconds passed before the voice on the other side of the door finally replied.