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Trophy was currently on his side of the room, sitting on his bed. Tissues was probably in the infirmary due to his condishawn or something like that, but Trophy didn’t really care.
What he did care about was that he now had the perfect opportunity to look through his photo album.
He lifted the corner of his mattress a little and pulled out the album, hidden between his mattress and bed frame. He then began to flip through it.
There were a few normal photographs. Such as flowers, insects, and mostly anything nature-related. But the more he flipped through it, the more the pages became just of Knife.
Eventually, he stopped flipping through the pages as he spotted THE photo. The original photo he’d taken of Knife with the doll, slightly bent and worn at the edges.
As Trophy stared at the photo, he remembered how Knife kicked him into that portal when he had been eliminated, then ended up being stuck in that damn closet for months with a few of the other eliminated contestants.
All he did in that elimination closet was stare at this photo of Knife. He had nothing better to do while he sat there, getting constantly sneezed on by Tissues, after all.
And when they all finally got out of there, he was without a doubt the one who reacted the strongest.
He couldn’t help but lash out at the first person he saw; Pepper, who had opened the door. He had literally thrown her to the ground before OJ intervened.
He could faintly remember the way Paper had stared at him, almost in recollection. That wimp was probably just scared of him…!
The experience honestly left him a little claustrophobic… Not that he’d ever admit that.
Trophy gently closed the photo album shut, slipping it back into its hiding spot.
He then laid his head down against his pillow as he stared up at the ceiling, getting lost in his thoughts.
He thought about what Knife would think if he knew. If he found out about all the photos he’d taken of him… the minuscule items he’d stolen from him… and his overall obsession with him.
He’d most likely be disgusted and disturbed, call him a freak and a stalker. He’d without a doubt hate him even more than he already does…
He’d probably beat the absolute shit out of him!
Not like that bothered him too much when him and Knife got into physical fights-
He’d often go out of his way to try and rial up Knife enough to cause a fight on purpose.
He honestly loved their physical fights. They were so exhilarating to him, despite never winning a single one. He didn’t care if he ended up with a black eye and a bloody nose by the end of it. In fact… he kinda preferred it when Knife got a good hit on him.
He also had a habit of never actually doing anything to stop a bloody nose. He’d just let it bleed down into his mouth, then lick it up. I-It’s not like it’s much different than licking the tears off your face when crying…!
Plus, he kinda… liked the taste.