||OLD|| -FINGER PAINTINGS- (An II2 Story)

2:Ideas

Paintbrush had left the art room, they tried to stray away from anyone who would ask about their arm, people like Paper and Suitcase were the ones they wanted to avoid the most.

But of course.

You don't always get what you want, do you?

"Paintbrush! Is your arm okay?" A familiar hight pitched voice said. It was Paper. "Yeah, It's fine." They said, waving their hand in a way to say 'you can leave now.' "I can, uh, take you to your room if you want!" Paper said, not trying to force it but also trying to get Paintbrush to let him help. "Thanks, but I can get there myself." They said, then quickly walked off. That was close.

They opened the door to their room, hoping Fan wasn't in there, and walked in, shutting the door behind them, and slowly sitting on the floor, leaning on it, and exhaling loudly. Tapping was heard nearby, Fan was in the room. He was playing on his phone, not paying attention.

Then he looked up.

"Oh my GOD— Paintbrush! What happened to your arm?!" He asked, putting his phone down and going to Paintbrush. Paintbrush sighed, "Its nothing, I just—" Paintbrush paused, they couldn't think of an excuse,

"You just what?" Fan asked, he was definitely suspicious of Paintbrush. "I was opening new canvases, and I accidentally hurt myself." Paintbrush said, it would excuse the bandages, but they weren't sure how far it would get them. "Ouch, and it did all that?" "Yeah..." They lied

Paintbrush quickly got up, which was a mistake. They became quickly dizzy, it was either because they stood up too quickly or because of how much blood they lost. Either way, it wasn't a good feeling.

They grabbed their head quickly and steadied themselves. "I can help you to your bed! You look pretty tired, and I don't think you should be walking around like this." Fan said, supporting the taller one so that they wouldn't fall. "I'll be fine Fan, I'm just, lightheaded." They said, heading to their bed and sitting down. "Alright, I'm gonna go get some water then. You need to get rest. Bye Paintbrush." Fan waved, leaving the room. "Bye Fan." Paintbrush said quietly.

Paintbrush laid down on their bed. They looked at their arm.

If these were going to be the results every time they did this, they couldn't do this to theirself. They would need to use something else.

Someone else.

It couldn't be someone well known, like Oj, and it couldn't be any of their friends. They would have to choose someone that nobody would care about if they died. 

But it couldn't be today. Like Fan said, they needed rest. Maybe that would help them get their thoughts together. Paintbrush closed their eyes, and fell asleep. Everything would work out by tomorrow.

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Word count: 473

this one was shorter because I rushed it because I completely forgot it existed

Apologies