Chp.4 | Trust Fall

3rd Person POV~

Trophy and Chessy were outside in the fresh air, looking at the sunrise. It had been a month or so since Hotel OJ burnt down to a crisp, and it was already halfway done being re-built. OJ payed about half of his life saving for this, which made him a bit sad, but at least he got his hotel back sooner. As Chessy stared into the distance, Trophy was taking pictures of the butterflies that surrounded them. The butterflies were beautiful: one was a fiery orange with yellow highlights, and another was a blue that blended in with the pastel sky.

Trophy was in the middle of snapping a photo when something made him look away from his camera. The Cherries were running towards Chessy and Trophy at a racing speed. "Dadddddy!! Daddy is hurt!" One of the Cherries yelled while running to Chessy and hugging him. Chessy and Trophy exchanged glances, nervous.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with OJ?" (Just a little note, I headcanon that the Cherries see OJ as their dad, and Paper as their mom. Yeah, lmao, I ship Payjay, so what-)

"D-Daddy fell down from the ladder, and Mommy is calling an ambulance!" Both of The Cherries started to cry. As if concumicating telepathically, Chessy stayed with the small kids, telling them jokes, whole Trophy went to see what happened with OJ.

"Be safe, Troph." That was the last thing trophy heard before he took off to the hotel. His face heated up. 'Troph'? Wow. He really didn't expect Chessy to call him a pet name. Before Trophy could continue his gay-ass thoughts, Paper yelled for help.

"HELP! ANYONE, HELP! OJ'S ARM IS BROKEN!"

Huh? OJ? Hurt? That...wasn't something that Trophy was expecting to hear, not at all. Of course, he knew that OJ fell off a ladder, as the Cherries informed him, but Trophy hadn't expected OJ to be SERIOUSLY hurt! Paper's eyes were red from crying, and OJ lay unconscious on the grassy ground. Everyone was crowded around the couple, including Trophy. Chessy was the only one who wasn't here, as he was a bit busy making sure the Cherries were okay. Test Tube was healing OJ, putting his broken bones back into place. She seemed sleep derived...Test Tube's been overwhelmed with everyone in her lab. She's been having to take care of everyone just like a babysitter. For like 30 objects. Including two children and a dumb apple who didn't know what he was talking about for the life of him.

Chessy POV~

I told the Cherries stories and jokes, trying to cheer them up. I was totally stressed out myself, with the situation and all, but I didn't matter right now. I didn't matter over all, because everyone else mattered. Not me. Not ever. After, about 30 minutes, Trophy came racing back with some news and a worried face. I looked at Trophy with a scared look. The Cherries had a tendacy to be...overdramatic at times, so it wouldn't suprise me if OJ just scarped his leg or something. But, then again, the Cherries were pranksters, and didn't cry that often.

Something must've been really wrong, especially if THE Trophy himself was worried. "Troph? What's wrong?" I saw his face heat up, and it made me smile a lot. God, Trophy was such a cutie. 'AH CHESSY STOP SIMPING! OJ MIGHT BE DEAD-'

"OJ broke his arm. It's bad, he's in Test Tube's care though..."

"It's that bad?"

Trophy nodded. The Cherries were starting to cry all over again, complaining that 'Their daddy would never come back again.' and, 'Paper will die without someone to break his back every night.' Actually, that last one made me cringe and laugh a small bit. I give the Cherries a 'mom look'. They giggle at me, and I wipe away their tears, telling them that it was all gonna be okay.

Of course, being the CHESSY person I am, *knee slap* I told the Cherries a corny joke. During all of this, I could see Trophy smiling at me with a bit of blush on his face. It wasn't until now that I noticed Trophy's large...muscles...'GAHHH HE'S SO HOTTTTT'. I thought to myself as the Cherries looked at me with a smirk. They knew too much for being children.

"OOOH! Chessy has a crush on Trophyyyyy!~"

"NO I DON'T SHUT UP"

I look over to see...nothing. Trophy left. But why?

Trophy's POV~

I ran away. Chessy can't know. He.can't.know.the.truth. I can't let him know I'm trans. He'll kill me...out me...I'd have to leave and never come back. I was in my makeshift room in Test Tube's lab, slamming my camera onto the nightstand and ruffling the bed sheets. I cry myself to sleep tonight. But, before I could catch a blink of sleep, I see two, glowing eyes. Staring Right at ME.

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Golly Jee golcikers! That's odd!

I wonder what THAT is!

You'll find out tomorrow!

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