>Curiosity Kills The Cat<

Paper stirred the flour, yeast and water in a bowl, trying to bake bread early in the morning. "What are you doing?" OJ entered the kitchen, turning on the coffee grinder. "Just baking.." Paper answered rather down, slowing down the stirring. OJ knew what was going on, but before he could say anything Nickel was heard falling down the stairs. 

"OH YOU LITTLE-!""Nickel!" Suitcase was heard running after him. OJ, clenched his teeth and fists, hissing, "I'll be right back with you." He walked away and Paper gave his attention back to his ingredients.Paper chuckled a little while hearing OJ try to yell to get their attention down the hallway.

Ya see, Paper has this thing we're he stress bakes, and normally it's cake but he felt spicing it up a little. Just bread, nothing to exciting though. He looked up to the kitchen window and saw something lying on the ground. Rectangle and shiny. "IT WAS SOAP SHE THREW ME-!" Nickel was heard"NO IT WASN'T!" Then Soap budged in. "YES IT WAS!" Suitcase also budged in.

Paper squinted his eyes, trying his best to focus outside. That looks like.. Fans phone!Paper looked behind him, then back outside. Fan, Paintbrush and Balloon had been gone for two days, everyone thinks they're all dead by now. Maybe Paper could get proof they're actually alive? He'd be seen as a hero if they end up finding them.

So he let go of the spoon and bowl and walked towards the front door. "ALL OF YOU QUIT ARGUING!" OJ roared at them. Paper opened the door, and forgot to close it. He went around the Hotel and found the phone, the sun awakening behind the trees. As he picked it up, he noticed it had a slight burn mark on it... that meant.. Fan and Paintbrush definitely got into an argument.

As he walked back into the hotel and closed the door he saw OJ in the kitchen. "There you are!""Did you not see the-.? Yep."Paper held the phone behind his back, he couldn't tell anyone about this, and definitely not TestTube. "You can finish the bread if you like, I just remembered I forgot to do something in my room."Paper smiled at OJ."Oh, we'll okay then." OJ slowly answered, turning his attention to Papers half finished dough, "I'll try to figure it out haha"

-In the most dusty room of the Hotel, an object awoke from the bathroom floor, he grabbed the sink and lifted himself up, the bowl stained of his blood from the passed week. He was surprised he was alive, he looked down at the razor and cringed. The mirror showed his features that he'd left behind, dust particles flowing the air.

"Wh- I'm alive?" He sighed, full of glee even if he didn't sound it. "How long-... was I out?" He turned his eyes attention to the phone on the side, grabbed it and his eyes winded."What the.."A message that wrote; 'We miss you Trophy. Fly free'

He dropped the phone into the sink,Did... everyone think he was dead!?

-Paper closed the door of his room and jumped to his bed, pulling out the phone and swiping up to unlock it. Fan wasn't smart enough to add a password?He laid his back down against his pillow and scrolled through the phone, going on messages and maybe even a music app.He finds someone's music taste says a lot about their mental state

But when he didn't find anything, that's when he went onto the photo gallery.And as he pressed a button.And the gallery opened.His eyes widened, his mouth dropped and the window opened. Wait... the window?

"Find anything?" A dark silhouette dropped into the room, every step echoing more after the next. Paper was silent in fear as he leaned up, holding the phone to his chest. "You're afraid." They chuckled.

Their smiled faded as they realised Paper was frozen, "Well then. Give me the phone, and no one gets hurt." Her accent stinging through his ears. "I'm not doing that Taco" Paper spoke up fearfully.She laughed, pulling out a gun from between her layers, "Well then I guess I have no choice" She rolled her eyes and pressed a button on the side of the gun, a green neon light looming from it, "Give"

"I k- know what you did. And even if I don't give you this phone, shoot me and you'll destroy me and it's evidence that you do desperately need" Paper smirked at her, keeping his knees to his chest and the phone close to him. Taco contemplated, turning the gun off, "What if I didn't use the gun? You're paper, Paper. You're underestimating how easy it is for me to tear you in half." She moved her hands as if she was shredding paper in half.

Paper gulped, watching fearfully as Taco made her way onto the bed. "So?... what are you choosing?"She stopped in front of him, unsettlingly smiling down. And with all the courage he had with him, he screamed;"NO!"And kicked her harshly off the bed, a loud thump and a yell of surprise heard, along with the gun leaving her grasp a few steps away. He held his breath and sprinted to the door, as he opened his palm to the door knob he missed and fell face first onto the ground as his legs were getting pulled by her. "You- HAHA!- Thought you could take me on!? Paper your brain is even more thinner then I imagined!"She laughed manically, pulling his leg with her hand and trying to grab the gun with the other.

Paper yelped and tried brainstorming, the first idea he had and he was going to use it. Since he had no arm strength. He turned around in one swift motion and dug his teeth deep into her arm. "AH!" She screamed and instantly let go of him, however he didn't. He continued to bite down, drooling blood to her forearm.

As she panicked, she twirled around and slammed him against a wall, and a sudden crunch was heard as the back of his head hit on impact. He dropped to the ground and slowly got up, Taco stepping away from him, ditching the whole idea of grabbing the gun. "Get. Out."He said, wiping the blood coming from his mouth, not sure if it was Taco's blood or his own. "Oh yeah and what are you gonna do-..""I'll rip your arm off with my own jaw."

Her smile faded, continuing to step back. However that was just a mask, she knew what she was doing. What just happened is that she didn't expect him to fight back in such a way. "Until we meet again."As her back went to the open window, she crawled out and disappeared.

Paper took a deep breath, and a moment later he dropped the phone in his grasp, falling to his knees in a wail. Blood still dropping from his mouth and into the floorboards, sobbing like there's no tomorrow. As he uncovered his eyes with his hands, he noticed the gun and phone sitting next to each other. He looked at his trembling hands and wiped his tears. "I should've just minded my own business. I'm so sorry Fan.."

Suddenly the door to his room slammed open and he screamed and turned around in response. "Paper are you okay I just saw Taco entering your room on the cameras but I got held back by Trophy because he's apparently alive and-.."OJ shut up as he noticed Paper's face. "I-..."

-As Balloon walked around TestTube's laboratory, he looked through the shelves as Fan laid on the ground,"Come on there's got to be something useful here TestTube."As he stood on his tippy toes and grabbed a vile from the top shelve, he looked at it and read the label.

"'Verified 'wake up call' dose. Give this to a sleeping patient who is to be presumed dead. Allow them to drink and if the subject is alive they're immune system will use to microorganisms inside the dose as energy to power the vital organs.'Huh.. doesn't seem to complex."He turned to Fan and smiled warmly.

It felt nice to help someone for a change, even if it was for his own good, if he came back to the hotel with Fan healed in good condition he'd be seen as a hero. Hopefully to put that all behind him with Taco.

As he uncorked the vile and lifted Fans head up to give him the dose,It went down smoothly, and it didn't take long to see Fan's chest appearing to raise up and down. He's breathing. At last.

As Balloon took a sigh of relief and sat himself down next to Fan, he took a closer look at the vase. There was a label on the back,"'Important note: If the subject has physical damage, for example; Burns, bruises and cuts. This dose only focuses on what the immune system needs, so if the patient is bleeding, it must be fixed before the heart starts racing from trauma."He took another sigh, "That doesn't mean I have to fix anything, he has third degree burns, if anything the open blood vessels were melted to bond together and stop bleeding."

All this thinking hurt his brain, he wasn't a doctor but he thought he knew enough because Fan groaned minuets later. "Fan!" Balloon beamed. "Uhhhhhhhhhh" Fan groaned as if static was just happening in his mind. "You don't know how happy I am you're alive, sorry about hitting you, I don't know what happened myself.""Uhhhhhhhhhh"

Balloon chuckled a little as Fan wailed, getting up and grabbing a glass of tap water, going back to Fan and lifting his head up again."Hopefully this will wake you up"As Balloon forcefully gave Fan the water, Fan choked and spat it out, snapping out of it and fully waking up.

"Ack! What the heck- Balloon!? Wait no- what- how- WHAT?"Fan slapped the glass of water out of Balloon's hand in front of him. "I DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING... WHY CANT I THINK-."Fan bursted out in tears.

Balloon watched in horror, this wasn't his fault Fan was like this, we'll it kind of was, but that besides the point. His mind racing, as he raised a hand to speak he got cut off as he heard the mechanics of someone entering the laboratory. And by their humming it wasn't a nice presence.

Balloon yelped in fear, grabbed Fan and hid under the large table."I- I don't know what happened  it just.."Fan was cut off as Balloon harshly covered his mouth with his hand. "Please be quiet..."As he saw Taco's shoes walk passed him, then he noticed the drops of blood following after.She kept humming as she stopped to grab something from the shelve. Balloon shook furiously, and Fan was trying his best to not scream and get Balloons hand away from his mouth.

As a box was heard being opened, she went; "That damn object, making me wear bandages and making me look weak. Hopefully he uses that gun for something useful."He?Did she loose her gun?Did she LOOSE a fight!?Balloon tried his best not to laugh as Taco tutted and then grabbed another thing from the shelve. "Hopefully this might change their mind"And then she left with it.

Balloon waited a while before getting up from the table and placing Fan on a chair, Fan then continuing to ramble about how he can't remember anything. Balloon tried to think what Taco might've took. He thought. And contemplated. Then...Wait... Where's the bow-in-nator?

——————————————————TOLD YALL I'D MAKE UP FOR IT HAHA. Oh boy the stuff I've been planning on the little break I had. I love making people cry /hjTrophy's now alive and Taco lost her gun maybe on purpose???What could this be leading to??Hah. Sucks to be you. Deal with it :)

~ Caramel <3(2031 Words)