It had been a couple weeks since the disastrous events of the ‘Hotel OJ Party’, the shock and fear still lingering over the entire hotel. Pickle, OJ, Nickel, Soap… they were all gone… not dead, not missing, but just- gone… their limbs and face suddenly disappearing before everyone’s eyes, leaving behind lifeless husks where lively objects once lived.

OJ was his best friend. The one who stuck by him ever since that fateful day they made the alliance in season one. The one who helped him face Evil Paper, the one who loved and supported him all those years… and now he was just… gone.

And, instead of being able to grieve in peace… Paper instead had to step up to fill his role, to actually become the manager of Hotel OJ… since no other object was even close to him in experience with running the place, considering the fact that he was OJ’s co-manager before he-

It was safe to say Paper’s health and general happiness only seemed to decline as the days stretched by… he’d take every opportunity he could to refill the empty glass of orange juice everywhere he could, apologising endlessly as he cried and cradled it for hours a day, begging MePhone4 to try and recover him, even if he knew it wouldn’t work.

He blamed himself for his death… for arguing with him, in his last moments before everything… all he wanted was a little reassurance, that everything he did for him and the hotel was recognised!..

And of course, he was still staring RIGHT at him when it happened… had he been afraid of him?

He’d give anything for another chance to see his smile again, for everything to go back to how it once was…

Still, he walked into OJ’s office, deep bags under his eyes and a slight scowl on his face as he stood next to his seat (It didn’t feel right to sit there. Not when he hadn’t done anything to earn it), and scrolled through his new business emails on the computer, slowly replying to them, before he heard a knock on the door, sighing as he spoke up, his voice broken, tired and hollow.

“What is it..?”