"YOU win the season, YOU have a lawsuit, YOU have a building made in your image and named after YOU. It's like- do I even exist?" Paper yelled at OJ, but then his face softened. "Uh, that's the part where you offer reassurance, OJ. ...OJ? OJ..."

Paper's face morphed into one of shock.

"d-does anyone else hear that...?" Paper muttered.

"It's coming closer." Paper nervously began to back away from OJ, tears forming in fear. Eventually, Paper couldn't go further, and sat down at the door.

"NO!! STOP!!-- NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Paper cried. But it was too late.

Paper had already died, and the world around OJ felt strangely... silent. He couldn't hear the people comforting him when he was on his knees, mourning Paper. He didn't feel their hands, pulling him away.

all he knew was Paper was dead. And it was all his fault. If only he hadn't been so self-centered, then they wouldn't have argued..