TW/CW: Mentions of explosions, Scars, Stitches, Blood
3rd Person POV
Yin-Yang and Test Tube walked into Trophy's room, the former carrying heavy supplies with their surprising strength, and the latter preparing to do her next exam on the weak object, and a procedure. Test Tube was a bit grumpy, since OJ had begged her not to call an ambulance. Both MePhone and OJ would get in serious legal trouble if they found out about her no-longer-secret lab, which was now a mess thanks to the explosion. Soap offered to clean, but Test Tube didn't want another accident. Trophy needed frequent medical attention, and a little while ago Trophy was constantly calling for Paintbrush, for some reason. Test Tube couldn't afford to lose Trophy, despite there being no connection between the two, except Test Tube's strong guilt.
"Hey Tissues!" Yin smiled. Yang tended to keep his mouth shut when around Tissues, except when he's trying to flirt with the sickly box of tissues.
"Hey guys." Tissues said in his nasally and heavily accented voice. "Hey handsomes." It was easy to tell the two (well, technically three) were madly in love. They had movie dates in Trophy & Tissues' room, watching sad romance movies like The Fault in our Stars. Yin-Yang also comforted Tissues often when his "CondiShAWn" was at its worst, and Tissues helped Yin-Yang stay relatively calm.
Yin-Yang lifted Trophy up so Test Tube could see how his back was healing. His right leg was scarring and swelling up.
"Might need a wheelchair, will definitely need physical therapy." Test Tube wrote, while talking to herself. "Thanks for the help, Yin-Yang. Despite his recent, and, well, extreme weight loss, Trophy's a little too heavy for me. I'm not exactly a work-out person." Test Tube started taking Trophy's temperature, heart rate, and other tests.
"Weak." Yang teased.
"38°C. That's a fever." Test Tube grimaced at Trophy. He was unconscious, and missing his right arm, it was beyond repair, so it was amputated. His right leg was intact, mostly. It was covered in stitches. "I'm scared we're gonna lose him. I'm a scientist, not a doctor. Why'd I leave those chemicals out?" Test tube ranted, then cringed when she saw Trophy's deformed handle, a piece of it was missing. She'd seen it before, but she still wasn't used to it.
"So... When are you gonna weld that back on?" Yin-Yang's relatively raspy voice asked.
"When I have the necessary tools." She said, taking off Trophy's bandages, and changing them for newer and less bloody ones.
Suddenly, the door opened. A square figure stood in the doorway.
"Guys! Come down! Lunch's almost ready!" Paper said.
"Well, should we go down?" Test Tube asked the people in the room.
"Sure." Tissues replied.
Everyone but Trophy exited promptly.
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ack- so here, have the new-and-improved Disarmed CH 1!
trophy loses his right to bear arms /j
-PB
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DISARMED - Inanimate Insanity AU (ComedyGold/Tissyang)
Fanfiction(Complete!) uhhh NONE OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS ARE MINE EXCEPT COTTON BALL, GAUZE, TOWEL, AND BANDAID BOX! ALL OTHER CHARACTERS BELONG TO ANIMATIONEPIC ON YOUTUBE! GO CHECK EM OUT! this has 2 main ships, Trophy x Cheesy and Tissues x Yin-Yang becau...
