TITLES? WHATS THAT?But sorry for the uh hiatus this book-It's cuz I have ANOTHER book onCalled My Dolls Collections.Anyways, Here's Your Chapter!_________[two weeks later]

Everyone Found out Bomb and Microphone's plan of escaping (not anything about taco) and decided to help, the process has been great as everyone thought the killer was gone.

"Ha-Ha-Have you-you seen-see-seen Mic??"  Trophy shrugged,

Bomb asked The Same question to everybody but no one has seen her. "Did you try checking the rooftop?" "No-not ye-yee-yet"

He Entered the elevator, Thoughts Clogging his brain. He Pressed the button to the rooftop, Then spacing out. Staring at the ground. Where is she? Could she be dead? Is she dead? Is she missing?-

The elevator Dinged, Snapping Bomb back to reality, He Left the room, Looking around for any signs of Mic, "Wh-Where is-is sh-she??"

He ran back into the elevator, then pressing the floor to the lobby._

Trophy Looked For OJ, Stubbornly Opening random doors.

He groaned as he stood in front of OJ's room, he slowly opened the door "OJ Are you-.." Paper stood shocked at Trophy, His Hands were bloody and Cheesy was on the ground, Bites on his last bandaged corners and An Stab on his Chest.

Trophy's brows furrowed, He charged at Paper. The two rolled around on the ground as each earned an punch from one another. Paper lost grip on his knife and it slid under OJ's desk. "STRING HIM!" Paper screamed.

Trophy suddenly couldn't control his body, He saw Strings on his limbs. "What The?!-" Paper Smiled Widely,

Trophy 'stood up' "It worked.." Trophy shook his head, "WHAT WORKED?!"

Footsteps could be heard from afar, Paper kneeled down and grabbed the knife, Then pointing it on Trophy's Forehead.

"I'll spare you.. if you.. don't tell anyone?" Trophy scoffed, "like I'll help you." The door slammed close, The knife now Poking His head. "Oh please Troph! Do it for me!"

Paper's voice fully changed into Cheesy's, Trophy tried to pull off the Strings, but he stayed still. "Oh c'mon." His voice changed to Paintbrush's

"how the hell are you doing that?!" Paper giggled, "It's too late Troph!" His voice was back.

The door was banging, Making Paper flinch and stab Trophy's Head.

Paper Pulled the knife out of the limp body, Then stabbing it onto his Left shoulder, He Screamed at the top of his lungs. "PAPER WE'RE COMING!"

Paper sat down on the bloodied carpet, leaning onto OJ's desk as he smirked at Trophy. "You'll get what you deserved bitch.."

Paper nodded, before rubbing blood on his own face. "HELP ME OJ!..cut the strings.." Trophy was free, but Couldn't do anything but fall To his back in pain.

His eyes slowly closed. voices surround him._

OJ Slammed open the door, He shuddered at the sight, Paper Had an stab on his Left shoulder, Trophy had an stab on his head and Cheesy on the chest.

He immediately Rushed to paper, Bomb helped him bandage Paper's wounds. But The two knew trophy and cheesy was long dead, [time skip]~Paper Gasped, Siting up from the White bed. "Huh?.." His eyes fixated on the bright lights.Hm.. "T-TROPHY! Where is he?!" He falsely panicked

"Paper what happened?!" Paper 'Cried' "BOMB! He-He TRIED TO KILL US!-" he broke into 'sobs'._

Bomb had Entered the bloody room once again, no longer gagging at the smell like he was used to it. He remembered Mic's suspicion on Paper, and this could finally be true.

Behind Trophy, on the wall, there seemed to be an word written in blood. Bomb gulped before slightly pushing trophy to see the word. 'repap' He immediately knew what it meant.

He rushed out of the room, But then bumped into OJ, "O-OJ! TH-ThE KIL-KILL-KILLER IS-"

Suddenly bomb couldn't control his body, He felt tight strings on his limbs, "NO BOMB. YOU ARE THE KILLER! YOU KILLED EVERYONE AND ALMOST KILLED OAPER TWICE!"

Bomb opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Something was forcing him, He placed his hands on his 'ears' and started to sob. Wh-Why the hell am I sobbing?!

OJ looked at him in disgust, but also felt guilt in him. "Bomb.. why?"

Bomb felt mental punches to his heart, STOP CONTROLLING ME! He couldn't move any part of his body around. "I-I-I'm sorry OJ!.." WHY THE HELL AM I SAYING THIS?!

Bomb felt an knife on his hand, He gripped on its handle, Then raising it up. Enough to make OJ freak out.

Paper came out of nowhere and grabbed the knife out of Bomb's hand, then stabbing him multiple times in 'anger'. "W-Woah Paper calm down!.." he dragged him away, OJ noticed his eyes weren't red but his smile was sinister.

"No.." OJ dropped paper, Paper looked at him in confusion. "oh! I-I'm sorry!. Evil Paper-"

"NO! IT WAS YOU PAPER!" "H-Huh?"

"It's not bomb. He had clear signs he wasn't. So it's you." Paper's eyes widened "IT COULD BE MIC! SHE WENT MISSING SHE COULD BE..be tearing us apart.."

"Look OJ.. it.. it wasn't me!.. trust me please!.." "No." Paper's eye Twitched, "String him." Paper pointed at OJ,

"W-What the?-" "I'm sorry it had to go like this OJ."

"PAPER WHY WOULD YOU KILL EVERYBODY-"

"For US OJ!" He laughed insanely

"What do you.."

"No one ever gave us time to Speak to one another. Now we do!"

"Paper.."

"I don't care if you don't like me back after what I did but.. I'll just make YOU LIKE ME!"

"THIS ISNT PAPER!"

"..."

An silence filled between the two,

"Your right."

"I'm not paper."

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"What?"

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