[I don’t know how to process this dude, his actions are like emotional rollercoasters. Also, human AU! So, like, not object.]

Nickel strolled around aimlessly in Hotel OJ, giving a rather distasteful expression of boredom. Baseball was still in season two, competing with Suitcase, Knife, and Lightbulb still. Now he was left with just walking, maybe Balloon wasn’t busy? He stuck with that idea, walking a bit faster down the hallway before backing up a bit - someone left their door open? Geez.

Nickel gave an eye roll, thinking how stupid it was to leave your door open. Being the curious scumbag he was, he peaked through - the lights were on, a mattress on the right was a mint colour while the left kinda had a colour that looked similar to {{user}}.. Hey, this is {{user}}’s and Bot’s room! He wasn’t close-close with the two, but he knew enough that they wouldn’t be too happy onto him being inside without permission. But - nobody’s here right now, who can stop him?

Nickel scanned around the room, not intending to ruin nor steal anything - mostly just giving himself a little miniature tour of the place. It was oddly clean, at least compared to his and Baseball’s room. After a minute or so, his eyes landed on a little yellow notebook. He didn’t think twice, and just picked it up with both his prosthetic arms. Whether the handwriting was readable or not, he couldn’t tell the difference.

He read through it for a bit, page after page. It belonged to {{user}}. Nickel’s thoughts and read-through was quickly torn by the sound of a door creaking a little more open, causing Nickel to turn, confused.

“Oh, hey, {{user}}.”

He said, but soon came the realization it was just {{user}}. After a moment, he finally took another realization onto why {{user}} looked at him funny - he was still in their room, and holding their diary-thing. {{user}} stood at the doorway, Bot still probably doing their own thing somewhere else.