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It's been a few months since Trophy was eliminated from the contest. And to say the least. It sucked. Being trapped in that dreaded eliminated contestant closet for weeks. Being sneezed on by tissues constantly, not to mention being roommates with the guy. Ugh, he HATED being roommates with tissues.
He's asked OJ countless times to switch rooms or even get a room to himself. But he was met with the same answer every time. “No” or “there's no room for that, and if you get your own room, everyone else will be asking for one”. He hated being told no or things not going his way.
But that's the past, now it's the present. The contest was at its final two! Suitcase and knife! Trophy didn't like either of them, go figure. But he absolutely loathed knife. Hated the guy so much, back when trophy was still in the contest, he and knife would be at each other's throats all the damn time. Not to even mention the Dora doll thing. Trophy doesn't like bringing up the Dora doll thing.
It was a pretty big day for sure. For the final two Oj decided to throw a big party for the season coming to a close, the party was called “Hop” or “Hojp” depending on who you asked.
Everyone was at the party, even some of the season three contestants; it was kinda awkward for the first few minutes with them there. But it quickly dissolved.
The trophy was hanging on the sidelines with a can of dr. Fizz, not doing much. just people watching really. He liked to kinda lay low at parties sometimes. He felt tired today, more mellow, not really up for socializing. It was kinda unlike him, always so high-strung and irritable.
During the usual party antics, Oj grabbed one of the karaoke mics and tapped it to get everyone's attention.
“Ahem, Hello everyone! I'm glad everyone's here at the Hotel Oj party. I have a lil announcement to give out.” oj smiled.
There were some murmurs in the crowd of party attenders.
“Yes, an announcement. As I have been hearing, there have been some…uh…complaints about everyone's room and roommates. I've received many..many complaints….to many.” Oj looked down a bit, probably regretting his life choices.
Trophy huffed; he couldn't help that it kinda felt targeted towards him.
“And since some of the Season three newbies, and the finalists are staying at the hotel, I decided to change up some of the rooms and roommates!” he announced.
There was some excited chatter from the crowd of party attenders, and Trophy couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was oj..actually listening to complaints?! This was unheard of.
“Yes, so some roommates are going to change. Also, Trophy. Yes, that means Tissues isn’t your roommate anymore.” he said while singling out Trophy.
Everyone looked over at trophy, he felt kinda embarrassed having all the attention on him when he wasn't ready.
“Oh…uhm..yeah. Whatever. Thanks.” Trophy mumbled and crossed his arms, looking off to the side, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden eyes on him.
There was some laughter from the crowd, but attention fell on Oj again as he started to talk again
“So, anyways,” he continued
But Trophy didn't really listen to the rest; the only thing he cared about was that Tissues isn't his roommate anymore. Best news this week, hell. Probably this year.
A little while later, after Oj was done with his speech. Trophy felt done with this party, so he decided to go to his room, now tissue-free. But before he left for his room, he wanted to get some cleaning supplies to decontaminate the room, and probably himself after.
“Hey, soap.” Trophy walked up to Soap casualty
Soap and Trophy were somewhat friends; they weren't Best friends by any means, mostly close acquaintances.
Soap was talking to microphone, “yeah then I-oh. Hold on mic.” she said to microphone, and then turned to trophy
“Hey, Trophy, what's up?” she said cheerfully.
“Oh, nothing much, but uh..Can I use some of your cleaning supplies for my room? I would like to decontaminate it since tissues isn't my roommate anymore.” he told her while crossing his arms.
“Oh! Sure, go ahead, you know where I put my extra cleaning stuff. Also, thanks for asking before taking.” She smiled.
“Yeah. Thanks." He looked off to the side.
And with that, he walked off, and Soap went back to her conversation.
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Trophy walked to the closet where Soap puts all of her cleaning supplies in; it wasn't a very far walk from where he was; it was close to the kitchen and the laundry room. He got to the closet and opened it. There were a lot of boxes and different storage things in there, not to mention a shit ton a cobwebs and dust
“Hm, thought it would have been well…cleaner in here,” he said to himself out loud
After a few minutes, he found what he was looking for: a bucket of cleaning supplies. Just the usual stuff. Gloves, disinfectant, paper towels, and various spray cleaners.
He picked up the bucket; it was kinda heavy, but nothing he could handle. He closed the closet door and started to head up to his room on the 2nd floor. It took him a few minutes to get to his room. The bucket was actually kinda heavy, I mean, there is a bunch of cleaning bottles in there.
He finally got to his room, finally ready to scrub tissues away from his room and from his life, he opened the door with his free hand.
“...”
He dropped the bucket from shock, now seeing who replaced Tissues…it was none other than his rival, the one guy he hated most. Knife.