Archive of Our Own ^beta

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OJ blinks

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OJ sees a calendar on the wall, 29 red circles on every date.

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OJ wakes up, strapped up to a IV monitor. he tries to touch his head, but he feels a bandage covering where he’d expect to feel glass. He’s about speak, but before he can, Paper jumps saying, “Oh my god! OJ you’re finally awake!”

OJ starts thinking,

‘That’s my name, or so I believe.’

Paper starts to smile.

“Before you worry about the Hotel, I’ve been covering your duties! Just like you said I would do in emergencies!”

OJ starts to think back, he doesn’t remember a single hotel in his memory, in fact: he doesn’t remember anything at all.

“Wow! You’re such a jokester. I could never imagine working at a hotel.” OJ says, which turned out to be the wrong thing to say in the situation.

“Oh, are you okay OJ?“

OJ notes Paper’s worried expression.

“Oh, It’s fine—”

OJ pauses.

Why can’t he remember the boy in front of him’s name?

“What was your name again?”

Paper looks around worriedly, before interjecting, “I’m getting the doctor,” and leaving.

After a few minutes of waiting, OJ finally sees the boy and a doctor come in.

“Mister OJ… Paper told me he thinks you have amnesia…”

“Could you tell me what you remember, before waking up from our coma?”

“I, don’t remember anything, doctor.”

A beat…

“After, EXTENSIVE, EXHAUSTING, GRUELI—”

“We get it, he has amnesia”

“Yes, he does.”

A beat.

“When do I get to go home, doctor…”

“Someone will tell you after we can do some rehabilitation exercises to make sure you’re in shape to go.”

OJ thinks about that for a second. He want’s to go home with his apparent friend so he can learn about himself. Before he forgets, he decides to ask the man he woke up with something.

“I forgot your name, but it shouldn’t matter... Hmmm what to call you.”

“Ooh! I love nicknames!”

OJ thinks for a second before deciding:

“How about Mayo?”

Paper chuckles

“That’s perfect— J.”

The nickname makes OJ heart a little bit faster, though he doesn’t remember why.

“Ha ha— Nice nickname!”

“Thanks J”

He decides to just ignore the feeling.

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“Are you OJay?”

“Yes, Mayo, I’m just hungry.”

“That makes sense, you should eat something, it’s lunchtime.”

Then Paper leaves the room, which leaves OJ alone by himself.

He then pushes the button to call the for food.

It takes about 6–7 minutes for the food to come.

OJ says thank you to the waiters, and as they leave he sees his food, if you could call it food. It’s a yellowish smoothie with the text under it saying “Mango Smoothie”.

So OJ digs in, and drinks all of his smoothie.

And after that he hears his name on the intercom for the doctors to call him over.

A new Doctor, with the nameplate: “Doctor Fizz” helps assist him with his physical trials.

First: OJ gets tested on his physical reflexes.

Secondly: He has to walk on crutches for a bit, which his quite hard, considering he assumes he hasn’t walked for a month.

Finally, OJ gets to leave today with Mayo

OJ and Mayo walk to his car, which has a nice white paint job with blue stripes.

Once OJ manages to fumble into the car, he and Mayo share a genuine laugh, for a while since he can remember.

OJ manages to say one sentence in the midst of his chuckles: “Nice, car Mayo.”

Paper say a couple of words, “Thank You!”

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As OJ comes out of Mayo’s car, he feels a sort of strange relief, like he’s glad he’s at his destination.

As he comes up to the orange hotel, he takes a peak inside and sees a giant mess inside, as if someone left multiple children unsupervised.

He thinks for a second.

‘Maybe if I can be nice for Mayo! He’d probably like that.’

So then he asks Mayo, “May I clean?” Which causes Mayo to be surprised. “Oh— uh sure!” He says, his face reddening, which OJ doesn't question, it’s very hot “Lemme show you where the supplies are!”

After OJ finishes cleaning he sees a person walk past him with a confident stature. OJ naturally goes to follow her, watching her every movement curiously. As he sees her opal green glasses he has to comment. “Wow, nice glasses…” a beat “…Wasabi!” As Wasabi turns around, liquid almost spilling, she manages to say, “Wow, OJ! That's a very unique nickname!” “Did you want to go to the la—” “LIKE, STOP HARASSING MY BOYFRIENDUH!” OJ hears someone say. “Salt, for the last time, he’s not your boyfriend…” Mayo says. “Like, he totally is, right JJ?

OJ thinks about it, and he grimaces about himself with the salt shaker.

“Ugh.. No thanks.” “LIKE, FUCK YOU THEN!” the salt shaker says as she storms off. “Don’t worry J, don't feel bad, she’s just a bitch." OJ feels himself start to heat up. “Oh, uh, J lemme turn up the AC!” Mayo says. “Mayo, i-is it ok if I explore on my own for a bit? “Oh sure J!”

As OJ walks around for a bit he finds a brush-person in their room, painting. They look at peace, bristles braided with spectacular accuracy, and OJ sees a badge on them saying, “MY PRONOUNS ARE THEY/THEM”. “Oh hey, missester?” “What, OJ?” “I just need to say something.” “You can say that.” “Thanks— Soy Sauce.” “I have a crush on Mayo”

When OJ says that Soy Sauce gets confused and looks through an app on their phone before showing relief.

“Oh yeah, ‘Mayo’. It’s obvious.” “It can’t be THAT obvious…” “It’s obvious obvious, OJ.” “Though I feel you should just tell him, straight from the heart.” “Ok, I’ll do it first thing tomorrow morning.” OJ says, then he falters.

‘Wait, what time was it again, I could use a snack’. So he asks Soy Sauce, “Wait, what time is it again?” “Around—” A beat of uncomfortable silence. “…12.” “Oh shit it’s lunchtime.” Soy Sauce looks surprised. “I’ve— never seen you curse before…” “I’m sorry, just— I need to eat.”

Once OJ finishes stumbling down the stairs with his crutches he gets comforted by a strange tiny white figure. “Hey OJ, You do know there’s a elevator here, right?“ He thinks for a second, “No, actually, I didn’t— uh, Ice?” “Actually, I’d prefer to go by Bot. I mean, not to make you uncomfortable or anything, but—” “Hey, it’s fine, I can call you Bot.” OJ interrupts. “Anyways I have to go eat.” “Bye OJ!!!” Once he goes into his cafeteria, he goes to get a small sandwich before getting interrupted by Mayo, “Hey, bitch— you’re not supposed to have any solid foods.” “Hey, you seem kind of different, Mayo, you ok?” “Is that really the nickname you’re calling him, it’s not cool enough for the both of us.” OJ thinks for a second, before saying: “Wait, both of us? Are you possessed or something?” “Oh fuck, you really did forget. I don’t want to really explain a disorder right now, so— bye bitch.” For some reason that made OJ really want to lay down and he’sjustgettingofftrackheresoheshouldjusteathisfood

{TRANSLATION FOR SCREEN READERS AND DYSLEXIC PEOPLE: “He’s just getting off track here so he should just eat his food”}

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OJ yawns, waking up in his bed, where Mayo isn’t there; who must've woke up earlier. He’s confused, why did he share a bed with him, I mean, it’s not like him and Mayo were siblings or anything.

OJ decided that he was hungry for breakfast, to where he gets up and grabs his crutches to head out the door.

When OJ finally hobbles to the kitchen, he sees Mayo, cooking a dish; 3 blueberry pancakes with a moderate amount of syrup.

“Hey, you were acting kinda differently yesterday, are you ok?” he says while Mayo blends his food. “Oh yeah, we have a condition.” OJ is contempt with his response.

As OJ starts to eat he starts to try to talk to Mayo, “You want to go out next to the lake I saw getting out of the car yesterday?” “Oh J, Yes!” Mayo says a bit to quickly. As OJ finishes eating Mayo starts to talk, “Wanna do it after lunch?” he says. “Sure. That gives me enough time to “re-meet everyone.””Then it’s settled, today at 2:00.”

As OJ starts to walk out of the kitchen he starts to see a green pickle, playing an anime horse game on his phone, which he feels uninterested in.

He then starts to feel himself look around, nothing feels real to him, as if he’s painted on a canvas made by Van Gogh.

As he starts to look around, he takes in the brush strokes which cause his friends, he can’t remember much of what caused everything to feel like this, but doesn’t care, as he starts feeling carefree, into which he runs into a Trophy their eyes are tinted red as they hold a rolled up joint. “Hey little shit, why’d you bump into me?” OJ starts to realize the realness of the situation, so when he see’s the smoking object, he runs away to report it to the person that he trusts the most.

“MAYO MAYO!” Paper, hears while he’s helping Soap sweep part of the hotel. “J, what’s wrong?” Paper says. “There’s a Yellow guy smoking something.” Paper immediately knows who he’s talking about. Trophy’s had a substance abuse problem for a long time, but then paper gets confused. He thought he’d taken his whole “stash” when he’d first found out. Paper goes over to Trophy to check in which he see him high as a bird, but he’s had enough. “It’s your 2nd offense, I’m reporting you to the police.” Trophy hears that and starts begging to Paper not to, “Please~, I’ll clean your room for a week.” “Trophy, I already gave you a chance, and you need to get punished”.

After Trophy gets arrested, Paper starts to go into the cafeteria to get lunch, sitting next to OJ once he gets his food. as they start to talk they both hold hands, neither one of them wanting to pull away. As OJ starts to feel himself get more and more flustered he starts to wander off to take a breather. Paper’s known he’s had a crush on OJ for years, and always looks at him whenever he gets the chance, he’s glad that he managed to get a game for Pickle so he’d convince Paper to sleep next to OJ", the best $100 (around 86 euros, or 74 pounds for my European readers (I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU LIA’)) he’s ever spent.

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Dear AO3:
This fic has been discontinued
I'm sorry, I'm just not that intrested in it as I used to.

I guess you get to learn my hc sexualities now.

OJ: Gay Asexual

Paper: Pan