Unfinished TK story
(this is unfinish and I'm not sure if I even want to finish but if you guys like it enough then sure!)
It was a normal day at OJ’s hotel, well..as normal as normal can get in this place. Soap sat on the chair in the 5th quad, the quad she lived in. A quad was a big room with a kitchen and a living room. One closet, and four doors leading to different rooms usually shared by two people.
Soap was currently looking over in astonishment over how well she cleaned the place. It was so spotless it was shining! She was so happy with what she has done, though she is aware she has a lot more to do. Her job as the hotel janitor means she has to clean the entire place. But she has enough time to take in her wonderful work.
She soon hears the sound of footsteps walking into the quad. A familiar voice laughing about something. As the figure walked from the doorway, it was clear now who it was.Trophy.
Trophy was drinking Orange juice, ironic for the fact that the hotel owner was a literal cup of orange juice.Soap silently hopes that trophy wasn’t drinking that around Oj. trophy practically sucks the life out of that thing as he walks over to the quad’s kitchen.
He was about to throw the juice box in the trash, but suddenly looked at soap.
Soap watched confused, what was he–
Before soap could say anything, trophy rolled his eyes and plopped the juice box on the ground. An orangey liquid spills from the small cardboard rectangle. Soap could feel anger bubble up in her as she glared at trophy shocked. Trophy mumbled something and walked back down the stairs.
Soap was completely flabbergasted, why would trophy do such a thing? Nevermind, she knew, it was because he was a cocky prick. Soap was mad, she picked up her mop, grabbed the juice box, and started cleaning.
She wasn’t totally mad but she was greatly annoyed. She doesn’t want to hurt trophy, god knows she could try, but she still knew that this can’t go unpunished. Why would she ever let any bad behavior go unpunished? But what could she do? Simply what could she do?
Then a friendly yet deadly idea came to mind, something that wouldn’t hurt, but could cause great regret.
A sly grin grew upon her face as she grabbed a feather duster from her basket of cleaning supplies. But heavens no, she was NOT going to be using that feather duster for cleaning.
(Pov Switch)
Trophy sat in his room scrolling through his phone, boredom weighed on him greater than any weight could. Not even a ton of bricks could hit harder.
As he sat tired and bored on his bed, a slight creak came from his door. Trophy looks confused, “hello?” he mumbles, placing his phone on his nightstand. The door creaks open further, but he couldn’t see who it was. “This isn’t funny…” he spoke, rolling his eyes at whoever may lay at his door. To his surprise the door immediately swung open, a very innocent looking pink soap dispenser was looking at him with a gleeful smile, and her hands hiding something behind her back.
“Soap? What do you want..?”trophy asked, sitting up. Soap looked around before laying her eyes once again onto trophy.
“Ooh~ Nothing~! I just wanted to talk is all!” soap explained, bouncing up and down on her legs. “About what?” trophy asked annoyed. Although he was bored, he also wasn’t really in the mood to be talking to some loser chick like soap.
“Oh! Just wanted to see if..you would be willing to apologize?” soap asked, walking a bit closer to trophy. “To what?” trophy asked, tilting his head a little. “To the fact that you RUINED my perfectly clean floors, that i JUST cleaned.” soap complained, taking a step closer. Still holding something tight behind her back.
“I’m not apologizing for something as stupid as that! What's the big deal anyway? I thought you liked cleaning!” trophy said, waving her off with his hand.
“Erm- i like cleaning because i HATE DIRTINESS! How could you even do that to me? You even looked at me straight in my face as you did it!” trophy just stared at the fuming soap bottle blankly. He could really care less, what's a cleaning hog like her going to do anyway?
“Why don’t you little maid-self stop complaining and go wash the bathroom i guess? It IS your job anyway..” trophy commented, rolling his eyes.
Soap eyes widened, as a small grin came across her face. Trophy raised a brow, what was she up to this time? “Fine! Suit yourself.” she sighed, shrugging her shoulders. “Then you wouldn’t mind if I did this!” soap continued, winking at trophy. “Tch! Do wha-” trophy was cut off as soap pounced, she jumped on top of him and used her free hand to push on trophy’s chest, he was stuck. From what trophy could see, was a feather duster held high and mighty above him, though he could have never guessed what was supposed to come next.
“WHAT!? W-WHAT ARE YO-”
Trophy tried to scream but something stopped him in his tracks. A sensation, a weird sensation, completely took over. The corner of his mouth tugged upwards, and suddenly it was difficult not to crack a smile. Soaps feather duster fell down and rested on his stomach. Although it was unmoving, trophy’s twitches and slight movements gave off the same effect, and it was unbearable.
“Ahaw! I'm not even moving it and you're still such a giggly mess!”
Soap giggled, causing trophy to slowly shake his head. His gritted teeth let out small deep giggles here and there.
The many feathers twitching at any and every direction was
Really doing a number on trophy. Every second he was closer to exploding with laughter.
Maybe he should’ve just sucked it up and apologized…
(POV switch…again)
It truly was adorable, the situation soap was in. Trophy’s giggles were amazing, she would listen to it everyday if she could. “Does it really bother you that bad? I wonder how bad it could be if I did this!” soap asked, with a playful smile. She then made her move, slowly swishing the feather duster to the left and to the right. Apparently that was enough because the laughter finally flowed out of trophy, the sound of kiddish laughter exploding all in her face. It sounded like a 12 year old boy, and soap was loving it. It was too cute! Trophy’s hands traveled down his body and grabbed onto soap's hand that was holding him down, but it did nothing to alter her attack. Soap mentally laughs at the weak attempt at stopping her.
Soap starts swishing the feather duster faster, causing more laughter to escape the prison of trophy’s mouth. “ACK! AHAHAHAGA! S-SOAP! ST-STAHAP!”
(and that's it uhhhh -)