Fuck it, Payjay Fanfic on Tumblr cause I’m too lazy to make a AO3 account
(What if Paper died instead lol)
“YOU win the season, YOU have a lawsuit, YOU have a building made in your image and named after YOU. It’s like…l-like…” Paper froze, he suddenly heard a siren.
OJ spoke, “…Paper, what are you even talking about… not everything that happens is revolved around me, it just so happens that some of things that’s been going on here just seems to correlate with me. What, are you…jealous?” he asked
Paper couldn’t hear him, all he kept hearing were sirens, blaring into his ears. “Does…does anyone hear that noise?”. He starts to nervously back up into the main room
“Apparently there are lot of mysterious sounds today. Why don’t we all try to make our own? I’ll start.” Lightbulb said
OJ, thinking that question was towards him, felt oftended. He scuffed, “Of course you were…you were also probably using me too…” He looked at Paper, realizing something was wrong
“Paper? Are you ok?”
[SIREN BLARE]
“It’s…it’s coming closer” Paper said, backing into a wall. “Paper, we don’t hear anything” Baseball said.
Paper began to look around
Left…right…
He saw a MePhone, with a giant X displayed on its screen, echoing it’s sirens
Nervously panting, Paper fell to the fell, unable to move in fear.
[SIREN BLARES]
“NO, PLEASE DON’T! AH-AAAAAAAAHHHH”
[SIREN BLARES]
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.
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In an instance, a lifeless paper sways softly onto the fall
Everyone screams
“What happen to him, Is this a joke, Is he dead?”
All different thoughts raced through everyone head, shocked, scared faces from everyone
“Paper…?” said the worried OJ. He slowing walks up to the paper on the floor, putting his hand on it.
“V…Very funny, y-you can wake up…” while trying to smile, tears start to fall. “Please wake up…paper…”. It was too much, he couldn’t control himself, and started to breakdown
“PAPER!!!!” OJ began to sob, he couldn’t believe what he saw, he won’t. Paper can’t really be gone, MePhone can just recover him right?
He picked up the paper, and hold it tightly
“OJ, I’m like, so sorry that Paper died” OJ knew it was Salt voice, but he didn’t care, he couldn’t ever look at her right now.
“Cmon here sweetie, you can hug me if it’ll make you feel any” Pepper cut her off. “I think we need to like, give him room.” “Fine…”
It finally hit OJ
Paper was really gone, for real this time. All he felt was guilt, blaming himself for this
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