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Atychiphobia is an extreme fear of failure that affects a person’s ability to function in daily life. The person may avoid or postpone tasks because they are afraid of not achieving them.
OJ sat down, ready to work on a fireworks show for Paper’s birthday when he starts to feel anxious.
He knows everyone will look at him if he fails, especially Paper.
“Why would you mess up our anniversary with this?” he imagined Paper saying, choking while he ‘speaks’.
OJ always stresses out over such unstable tasks, and then he starts to think; ‘Oh, I should probably do the dishes before I start planning,’ so he leaves to do the dishes.
When he goes to the sink there are no dishes in there, and same with the dishwasher.
He sighs, his brain already thinking overtime for something to worry about, no sheets, no trash needed to be taken out, and no broken things, the hotel was perfect and spotless,
until he heard a crash,
Yin and Yang had broken plates while roughhousing with Trophy. So OJ picked up a broom and started to clean.
Paper was rewatching an episode of Desperate Houses while OJ was working.
That’s when he heard a crash coming from the Main Hall.
Once he went downstairs to check what had been broken, he saw OJ sweeping up debris, with a look of relief on his face.
OJ usually hated cleaning, and Soap was usually faster to clean up messes anyway, so this seemed unusual for him.
Unless—
“OJ… I can tell you’re avoiding something.” Paper said.
“You’re not going to fail, on whatever project your working on, you know I’ll support you along the way.”
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A beat.
…
“Thanks, Papy-Pie,” he said flirtatiously.
“Stop!” Paper says flustered.
“You know that gets me every time.”
“You said you’ll support me along the way.” “
I love you JJ.” “Love you too babe,” OJ says before leaning into Paper to kiss.
After a couple of minutes, OJ went back to his room.
Before he got in his chair, he picked up his plush.
It was hand sewn, Paper had commissioned Paintbrush for it after all,
He had given it to OJ for their last anniversary.
It was in great shape even after all this time with few scratches.
Every-time OJ got nervous about failing, he started to look at the doll for comfort, as he could imagine a mini Paper saying,
“…I’ll support you along the way.”