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Mental/Physical Illnesses Meet Object Shows [ON BREAK]

Summary:

This is a small little project to help me write mental illnesses, and what better way to do that than with object show fanfics!!!

All conditions mentioned are written either from personal experience or research, so please feel free to comment on if I portrayed it accurately or not.

I also will accept requests for certain characters and disorders/illnesses, but I can't promise that they will make it into the work. Please be as specific as you want with scenarios and ships, because I will ask a lot of questions to make sure I know what you're looking for.

Chapter 1: 15-15 (tissues/trophy)

Summary:

A normal night with Trophy, Tissues, and his condiShAWn (type 1 diabetes and sleep apnea)

I am excluding his cold-like symptoms from this fanfic, and instead focusing on his other symptoms such as excessive thirst, fatigue, and blurred vision which are all common symptoms of type 1 diabetes, and shaking, dizziness, headaches, and nausea which are all common symptoms of hypoglycemia to try and make it more realistic :)

The mentions of blood sugar and low blood sugar will not include numbers!!

CW: Needles (used properly), blood

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

(Hotel OJ, Tissues and Trophy's room)

 

Trophy sat on his bed, and checked the clock on his phone.

6:30pm.

He sighed, looking over at Tissues who was snoring. It was loud, but Trophy was pretty used to it at this point. And it's not like tissues could control it, so it wasn't that big of a deal to him. 

He got up and gently shook Tissues's shoulder.

"Tissues, dude, it's time for dinner."

Tissues groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"Mmmm, I'm still tired..." He yawned. 

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get going." Trophy responded sarcastically.

 

 

Most of the residents at Hotel OJ ate dinner together, minus a few of them who preferred to eat alone.

Trophy and Tissues made it to dinning hall and sat down at one of the many empty tables.

Today, it was Lightbulb and Baseaball's turn to provide dinner, and they made pizza.

Trophy loved pizza, so he was excited, not that he showed it or anything. He maintained a calm composure. 

Lightbulb yelled from the kitchen that food was ready.

But before Tissues had a chance to walk off, Trophy grabbed his shoulder.

"What?" Tissues asked, turning to look at Trophy.

"Do you have your inhaler* with you?"

"Uhhhh..."

Trophy sighed. "Want me to go back and get it with you?"

"Yeah, thanks Trophy."

"Yeah, whatever" He grumbled.

 

It took a little longer than expected, but they got Tissues' inhaler and made it back to the dinning hall.

Tissues takes a deep inhale from his inhaler, and exhales out. 

"Alright, let's get in line before all the food's gone," Trophy said, grabbing Tissues' hand and dragging him behind him.

 

 

Everything was going alright. The food was surprisingly good (no offense to Lightbulb, but Trophy didn't see her as a cook), and Trophy even got to have seconds.

The only problem was that Tissues still hadn't eaten. He'd only picked a couple of pepperonis off his slice, leaving them on his plate.

Trophy wasn't sure what to say, so he didn't say anything.

 

 

Dinner ended and was about to go retire to his room, when he noticed Tissues holding his head, his eyes squeezed shut. 

"Hey," Trophy asked softly, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm... I'm okay... Just a little tired I think." 

"Alright." Trophy said, following Tissues to their room, keeping a close eye on him. 

Tissues opened the door and flopped onto his bed, resting the back of his hand on his forehead. He was sweating. 

"...I'm going to be right back." Trophy announced, leaving to go look for Soap who currently worked as a part-time nurse (despite being a germaphobe). 

He eventually found her talking to Clover in the dinning hall.

"Hey Soap, can I talk o you for a sec?" Trophy asked.

Soap says something to Clover and she leaves the two of them alone.

"What's up?" Soap asked.

"I think something's up with Tissues. He didn't eat dinner, he's sweating, and I think he has a headache." Trophy confessed.

"Okay, Tissues, uh..." Soap began, "you said he didn't eat right?" 

Trophy nodded.

"I'm going to go check something with OJ real quick. Stay right here." She insisted.

 

A few minutes later, she returned with a juice box, a needle, and a strip of something in her hands.

"Okay. So, I confirmed from OJ that Tissues has diabetes, so he's probably experiencing hypoglycemia or low blood sugar. Give him the juice box, wait 15 minutes, then have him use the needle to get some of his blood on this test strip. That should tell you if his blood sugar is back to normal. If it's still too low, repeat the process. Got it?"

Trophy nodded, and Soap handed him the supplies as he walked back to his room.

"Hey, Tissues, I have some stuff for you." Trophy offered. 

Tissues grumbled in response.

"Here," Trophy pulled Tissues up to a sitting position, "take this." He handed him the juice box.

Tissues reluctantly drank it. 

After 15 minutes had passed, Trophy told Tissues the next step.

"Do you want to do it yourself or do you want me to do it?" Trophy asked, gesturing to the needle. 

"Can you do it?" Tissues requested.

"Of course." Trophy assured. 

"I'm to count down form 5, okay?"

Tissues nodded, closing his eyes.

"5, 4, 3, 2... 1" Trophy pricked his finger and pressed his finger down to let the blood settle on the strip. Once there was enough blood on the test strip he pulled a bandage out of Tissues' drawer (he kept them there because of his clumsiness) and secured it around his finger. 

"Your blood sugar's normal now!"

"Good," Tissues mumbled, "thanks by the way. For looking out for me and stuff."

"No problem dude. I'm always here to help." Trophy smiled.

Tissues reached out and hesitantly grabbed Trophy's hand, and to his surprise, he gave Tissues's a reassuring squeeze.

Tissues felt his chest tighten as he held his breath, before eventually squeezing his hand back.

Notes:

*Tissues takes Afrezza, which is an insulin inhaler

Chapter 2: Attention (four) - wip

Summary:

Timeline: TPOT

Four 100% has npd (narcissistic personality disorder) and you cannot convince me otherwise :)

People with npd need constant validation and attention to function, and Four is willing to do anything to get it.

I'm open to criticism, so don't be afraid to be brutally honest!

(only he/him for Four and X this chapter, sorry guys)

Chapter Text

Four sat on the bed in his and X's room.

 

His leg bounced.

 

...

 

He was bored. 

 

Really bored.

 

X was gone doing... something, and Four missed him.

The attention he gave.

The love.

The... understanding.

 

X was his special someone. Who else could possibly fill that void?

He could try talking to one of Two's contestants but... none of them were really worth his time.

But then again, what other choice did he have?

 

Four sighed, exasperated, and went looking for someone to entertain him. He only got halfway down the hallway before he was face-to-face with Two themselves.

Four took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. After all, the last thing he wanted to do was look like an idiot in front of Two, even if they were his enemy. 

Chapter 3: Heated (golfball)

Summary:

Request: Golf Ball with misophonia

-Objects are humanized
-Golf Ball x Tennis Ball (platonic or romantic)
-Most objects are high schoolers
-Setting: Two's Hotel

Chapter Text

"How's your English assignment going Golfie?"

Golf Ball looked up from her computer to see Tennis Ball standing over her out on the lawn.

"Fine." She breathed through gritted teeth.

Tennis Ball shot her a worried glance, fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater.

"Alright. Uh, I'll be over there," he gestured over to the picnic tables, "if you need me- um, need anything."

Golf Ball watched as he awkwardly shuffled away.

 

 

When Tennis Ball eventually made it back to the picnic table, he found Marker there, coloring.

Marker seemed too deep into his drawing to notice Tennis Ball was there, so he decided to just let him be.

He sat down, and sighed.

Finally, peace and-

 

Tennis Ball was disturbed at the sight of Golf Ball storming towards him clearly upset, her fists clenched.

But before he could ask what was wrong however, Golf Ball plopped down next to him, crossing her arms and leaning against his.

They sat like that for who knows how long until she finally spoke up, "stupid Pencil was chewing her stupid gum stupidly loud, and I... you know, got upset." She grumbled.

"And no matter how much I dislike Pencil," she added through gritted teeth, "I don't want to yell at her."

Tennis Ball thought for a moment before finally speaking up, "would you want me to grab you some headphones? I'm pretty sure Fanny keeps some extras on her."

Golf Ball nodded.

 

Tennis Ball returned soon after, headphones in hand.

Golf Ball put them on... and almost instantly felt better. She wasn't hyperfocused on every small noise anymore, and her head felt so much clearer.

"Thanks TB, I- I appreciate it."

"Oh, it's nothing Golfie..." He dismissed with flushed cheeks.

"Alright, I better get back to work though... so, uh, see you later."

"Bye!"

 

Golf Ball walked off with a certain warmness in her heart. 

Chapter 4: I hate that sound (fanny/tree) - MOVED

Summary:

MOVED FROM MY OTHER WORK

Death P.A.C.T. (Tree, Marker, Black Hole) finds out Fanny has Misophonia

(Takes place after Black Hole and Fanny make up)

Disclaimer: This is written from my own personal experiences and research so it's probably not 100% accurate :)

I tried to type-out Marker's speaking patterns, so I'm sorry if it's difficult to read! I just put '-' in between words to try and replicate how he draws certain words/phrases out.

Ack! I didn't intend to make this so long lol

Chapter Text

Tree, Fanny, Marker, and Black Hole were outside on the grass playing Uno.

 

"Ha! Draw 4 Fanny!" Tree exclaimed, a smug grin on his face.

"I hate you!" Fanny shouted back her usual catchphrase as she begrudgingly drew from the deck.

After letting some of her anger out, Fanny just sighed, and waited for Marker to place down a card. Not that she liked to take her anger out on people, but it wasn't easy to control.

"Tree, what's the co-lor?" Marker asked.

"Oh sorry I must've forgot to say it. The color's green," Tree responded.

"O-kay!" 

Marker placed down a green 8, and then it was Black Hole's turn. But his turns usually took a while due to the fact that he had to concentrate very hard to hold his cards and not accidentally suck them up. He's also a very strategical thinker, and he likes to make sure he goes over all his options before placing a card down. 

"Black Ho-le, hu-rry up!" Marker complained.

"Okay, okay. I'm almost done thinking... Got it!"

Black hole placed down a green draw 2.

"Hey! I thought we were friends!!" Tree joked, pretending to look hurt. 

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry Tree I didn't have any other cards to play so-"

"Hey, it's cool. I was just kidding." Tree interrupted.

That seemed to calm down Black Hole because his cards weren't shaking anymore.

 

The game ended 10 minutes later leaving Marker victorious. After packing up the cards and throwing them to the side (gently of course because the cards belonged to Two), Black Hole and Tree offered to go retrieve some food for all of them to eat.

Which left Fanny and Marker alone.

Fanny actually quite liked Marker's company, even if he could be a bit much to handle at times. 

 

 

Marker and Fanny played Tic-Tac-Toe, Eye Spy, and even another round of Uno but Tree and Black Hole still hadn't returned. And Marker was starting to get restless. He didn't do well with waiting for long periods of time, and often started getting fidgety. Which just so happened to be the case right now.

Fanny's eyes roamed around, watching Snowball trying to help Grassy climb a nearby tree. Emphases on 'trying' because Grassy kept falling out of the tree onto Snowball, sending both friends crashing towards the ground. Fanny snickered. It was extremely amusing to watch and-

 

Pop

 

Fanny's train of thought was interrupted by the sound of Marker making a popping sound. She brushed it off and tried to go back to laughing at Grassy and Snowball but-

 

Pop

 

Fanny tried again to ignore it. 

 

Pop

 

She knew logically that he wasn't doing it on purpose to annoy her, but she couldn't help the anger starting to bubble inside her.

 

Pop

 

Fanny couldn't take it anymore and snapped.

"Marker, shut up!" She yelled, and instantly regretted it after seeing the look of shock and hurt on his face. This was the first time that she'd lashed out at him, and Marker looked so surprised which only made Fanny feel worse. She wanted so very badly to apologize and comfort him, but she was bad at words and didn't want to make the situation worse. 

Marker just went silent and instead reached for his bag and dug out a coloring book and some colored pencils; a common coping mechanism he used to keep his emotions in check and not burst into tears or run away and hide. 

 

They didn't talk or look at each other until Tree and Black Hole finally returned with some snacks for them.

Tree was the first to notice Marker being unusually quiet.

"Marker? Are you good buddy?" Tree asked, his concern only growing when Marker only responded with a nod.

Tree then decided to help Black Hole put all the food down before pulling Fanny aside.

 

"Hey, do you know what's going on with Marker?"

Fanny stayed silent, feeling extremely embarrassed and guilty.

"Fanny. Did something happen?" Tree asked, this time more sternly.

She nodded.

"Can you tell me?"

Fanny shook her head.

"Why not?"

"... It's embarrassing..." Fanny mumbled, avoiding eye-contact.

"Okay, but I can't help Marker until you tell me what happened. I promise I won't make fun of you or anything like that." He reassured her.

After saying the pros and cons, Fanny finally gave in.

"Marker was making annoying popping noises and it made me really mad... and I told him to shut up." Fanny confessed.

Tree's face flashed with confusion. Sure he could see how that could be annoying, Tree isn't denying that, but he can't wrap his head around why that would make Fanny lash out like that. Although she has quite the fiery personality and likes to poke fun at others, he's never seen her actually snap before. It was... worrying to say the least.

"Okay, well... you should at least go and apologize to him."

"...Okay" 

 

Tree and Fanny regrouped with the others who had already started eating, and were in the middle of a conversation. 

"Hi" Fanny blurted out awkwardly, not knowing how else to approach them.

Marker perked up at her voice, his smile fading into a frown.

Fanny took a deep breath in and out. She could do this.

"Um... Marker... I'm sorry for yelling at you, and I should've worded it nicer I guess."

Marker thought this over before responding with, "O-kay Fanny, I forgive you."

Fanny smiled.

 

 

The next day Marker, Fanny, Tree, and Black Hole decide to hang out again, but this time in the hotel. They chose the break-room connected to Four and X's kitchen so that they wouldn't be bothered by others, and because Four and X don't mind them being there as long as they don't cause trouble or interrupt their work. They were all seated around in a circle (minus Black hole because he can't really sit) on the floor and trying to figure out what the best animal is.

 

"It's obviously bunnies," Tree argued, "They're fluffy, cute, and friendly!"

"N-o, snakes are the best!" Marker exclaimed.

"I think cat's are pretty cool." Black Hole chimed in.

"You guys are all idiots for not choosing the obvious correct answer- birds!" Fanny proclaimed.

 

The group continued to playfully argue about the best animal until they were interrupted by the sound of a clock going off in Four and X's kitchen. And it was loud. Very loud.

Fanny froze in place at the sound, before her survival instincts kicked in and she made a mad dash for the door, kicking it open (because it was luckily only cracked and not fully closed), and sprinting down the hall.

Her friends sat in a shocked silence, trying to make sense of what they had witnessed.

"What happened?" Black Hole asked.

"I... I don't know. A clock from the kitchen went off and... well she just ran." Tree said.

"Is she scared of cl-ocks?" Marker asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Maybe. That would definitely make sense." Black hole answered.

"I'm going to check on her. I'll be right back."

 

And with that Tree went looking for Fanny.

He checked the 1st floor and couldn't find Fanny anywhere, so he decided to try asking Two to see if they saw where Fanny went. Tree walked up the stairs to the 3rd floor where Two's room was. He knocked on the door and sure enough- 

 

"Come in!"

 

-Two was in there.

 

Tree opened the door to find Two and Gaty sitting on Two's bed, and they seemed to have been in the middle of a conversation.

"Sorry to bother you, but have either of you seen Fanny around here anywhere? She ran away and I've been trying to find her."

"Oh no! Gaty, I'll be right back!" Two called out, already making their way out of the room.

"Bye Two!" Gaty called back as two closed the door behind them.

 

With the help of Two, Tree eventually located Fanny hiding behind a bush by herself. After Fanny was found, Two headed back to the hotel.

"Hey Fanny!" Tree said, trying not to make his voice too loud so he didn't scare Fanny. She jumped anyways when she heard him speak, whispering her head around to face him.

"Oh good, it's just you. You scared me." Fanny replied, relieved.

Tree stepped behind the bush, sitting down next to her.

"So... do you want to talk about what happened back there?"

"Not really, but I'll tell you anyways because I like you." 

Tree flushed. "I- I didn't know you had a crush on me!"

"You idiot, it's not like that! I meant I like you as a friend!" Fanny yelled back.

"If you say so..." Tree commented, "Anyways, tell me what happened."

"Okay, since we've been friends for a while, I should probably tell you that I have Misophonia. Do you know what that is?"

Tree shook his head.

"Well, it's basically a condition that causes atypically strong negative emotions to common or everyday sounds. And for me, I either get angry like I did with Marker yesterday, or I get scared and run like I did today. I should've told you sooner... but I didn't think that I would need to tell you. And it's really embarrassing. I mean, imagine getting scared by the sound of a clock! It's ridiculous."

"Wow. That makes a lot of sense now. And for the record, I'm glad you told me."

"You're welcome I guess." Fanny responded sarcastically.

"Oh quit it you dummy!" Tree said with a laugh.

"Me?! YOU'RE the dummy!" Fanny retaliated. 

Tree and Fanny both broke into laughter, and continued to tease each other until they had both calmed down.

Tree leaned against Fanny, which made her crack a small smile. They sat like that until the sun began to set, marking the beginning of a new and closer friendship.

 

<3

Chapter 5: WIP - Still (lightbulb)

Summary:

Request: Lightbulb with ADHD

-Setting: Hotel OJ

Chapter Text

an outline of a scenario could maybe be her, fan, test tube, and paintbrush are supposed to be having a quiet evening, but lightbulb can’t figure out what to do and keeps bouncing between things? the others could get kinda annoyed and she has to try masking for a bit, but the others notice whats wrong and she explains about adhd? super sorry if that sounds complicated, but as someone with adhd and a person who relates to lightbulb, i think itd be nice for that! :D

 

It was the weekend at Hotel OJ in Paintbrush's room, and Lightbulb, Fan, Paintbrush, and Test Tube were looking for something to do.

"I'm sooo boored!!" Lightbulb groaned, flopping onto Paintbrushes bed.

"Well, it would be a lot easier if you would help us come up with ideas Lightbulb." Paintbrush sighed. 

"Oh it's fine, she doesn't have to do that. Um, but ideas, anyone?" asked Fan.

Test Tube cleared her throat, "Well, there's always the board game downstairs."

"Great idea!" Fan agreed.

"Alright. You coming Lightbulb?" Paintbrush questioned.

"Well duh!" She smiled.