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It had been about 2 months since II ended, the winner being Suitcase, who hadn't decided what to do with her money. MePhone4 had since disappeared. It felt like that was it for the show. As for everyone else? They’ve been living in Hotel OJ, just like they did after season 1. Except; this time they’re stuck with the season 2 contestants.
With the season 2 contestants also living in the hotel, it definitely felt way more crowded than before. But it wasn’t all that bad, new friends got to stay together.
But you were also stuck with the ones you wish you could avoid the most.
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Lightbulb woke up in her comfy hotel bed on a bright, sunny morning like always. She looked down beside her, where Paintbrush was still asleep. How cute… Lightbulb thought as she got up, looking at the clock. It was about 10 am. Well, I sure slept in… Lightbulb yawned, leaving the room quietly.
She was greeted with the sounds of sizzling as she descended the stairs and headed for the living room. She was a little surprised someone was making breakfast this late.
What was even more surprising was that OJ wasn't the one cooking.
Normally, the cooking duties fell upon either OJ or Lightbulb. And the other hotel residents never really cooked anything unless it was a microwave meal.
Instead, the one cooking was none other than Trophy.
“Wow…” Lightbulb crossed her arms, “I’ve never seen you cook before…” She stated lightheartedly. Trophy looked up at her with a strange face… It was a smirk, the kind of smirk someone wears when they know something you don't.
Something smelled fishy… literally.
“Hey, Trophy… What are you cooking?”
Trophy grinned a little, facing away from Lightbulb, “Crabcakes.”
Lightbulb felt her heart skip a beat for a moment. Well, she can’t assume the worst here, crab cakes are pretty common food. Hell, you could just buy some at the store. There was nothing to worry about.
Lightbulb heard footsteps from behind her, it was Paintbrush, who looked quite concerned.
“Hey Lightbulb, have you seen Baxter? He’s nowhere in our room…”
Lightbulb stared at Trophy wide-eyed, while Trophy’s grin grew wider as he gently placed the cooked crab onto his bun. “I was having a craving for seafood and didn't feel like going to the store, hope you don't mind.” Trophy grinned and looked directly into Lightbulb’s soul.
Something in Lightbulb cracked.
Paintbrush started marching towards Trophy, but Lightbulb put her hand up to stop Paintbrush.
It was her turn to get mad.
Lightbulb stomped towards Trophy, pushing him against the kitchen counter. Trophy’s shit-eating grin faded away quickly.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Lightbulb’s voice boomed, filling the whole room. “Are you fucking serious, Trophy!? You stole our pet while we were sleeping and proceeded to murder him!”
Paintbrush was speechless. They have never seen Lightbulb this angry before.
“Do you think it’s funny? To murder people’s pets?” Lightbulb’s hands started curling into fists. Paintbrush got back to their senses and started pulling Lightbulb away.
Trophy opened his mouth to say something but was stopped by Paintbrush’s glare.
“Go to hell.” Lightbulb muttered before going back to her bedroom with Paintbrush.