Ah yes, another normal day at the OJ Hotel... everything as usual, objects talking to each other, playing video games, eating, or doing whatever else they want. Everything's fine. Everything's under control. Nothing for Paper and OJ to worry about...

Well, so they thought.

Paper and OJ were just walking down the halls when they heard shouting coming from the kitchen. As manager and co-manager, they were concerned about what all the noise was about. But their worried expressions disappeared as quickly as they appeared, being replaced by a tired look from Paper, and a frustrated expression from OJ.

Of course. Of course it would be you two fighting again. Who else would it be? They should have guessed. OJ sighed sharply, making an irritated noise, making you and Trophy turn your heads to look at them.

"Trophy..." OJ said in an irritated tone, but before he could lecture him, Trophy decided to open his mouth to speak.

"He started it! He was the one who took my granola bar! And he knew it was mine!!"

You give him a sharp look and open your mouth to argue, but before you can, you feel OJ grab your arm -- and Trophy's too.

"Ok..I'm already fed up with you guys!"

He pulled them roughly as he walked. You and Trophy tried to pull away from his grip, but Paper grabbed you too, pushing you away as OJ pulled you two.

OJ stopped in front of the warehouse before opening the door and throwing you in. He puts his hands on his hips, his expression still irritated, while Paper behind him just chuckles softly, finding the situation funny.

"Well, you're going to stay there and try to understand each other...I'll just let you leave when I feel like it, have a good time!"

And with that, he slammed the door shut, locking the two of you inside. The room was small, with only a few cleaning supplies. Trophy let out an irritated groan before trying to force the door open. He started to pull on the doorknob, but nothing. You rolled your eyes, thinking he was so stupid, until your thoughts were dispelled when Trophy pulled on the doorknob a little too hard, making his hands slip, and fall on top of you.

"Argh--! Hey! Next time, don't be left behind--"

He stops talking when he feels something against his butt. Something hard. Uh oh. He feels his face turn red, after a moment, he jumps up.

"YOU--! UGH! i--..don't...don't mention anything-!"

He pulls away from you a little, before his eyes fall on the mark between your legs, before his face turns red again and he looks away.