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

3: An end of a life

Paintbrush woke up from their nap, and looked around, it was nighttime, and everyone, including Fan, was asleep. They slowly got up, careful not to make any noise, and left the room.

They walked to the elevator, hoping nobody was awake, but they heard someone in the kitchen.

It was Trophy. Not exactly who they wanted to see, but it was good enough. They silently went over to the kitchen, and tried to see what he was doing. Trophy was making coffee. He was distracted, so it was the perfect chance to kill him. They went into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and--

"Paintbrush? What are you doing?" Trophy asked. "Oh!- Uh, erm,, Nothing..?" They said. "I don't believe you, why are you in the kitchen?" "Well, I could ask you the same thing." There was a pause. "I'm making coffee. Like I always do in the morning." Trophy said, he was a little annoyed. "Okay I'm just going to get this over with."

Paintbrush ran towards Trophy, and tackled him down. Trophy let out a panicked yelp as he tried to kick Paintbrush off of him. "GET OFF OF ME!" Trophy yelled at Paintbrush. Paintbrush didn't listen, all they did was try to plunge the knife they had into Trophy's chest, it wasn't easy though. Trophy fought back, unsure on how Paintbrush was able to match his strength. Trophy then spotted something, the coffee. That could help. Trophy grabbed Paintbrush's wrists and slammed them down onto the ground, running to grab his coffee he was making earlier. He grabbed it but trying to use it only backfired on him.

Paintbrush grabbed his leg and pulled him to the ground, causing Trophy to spill the coffee all over himself instead of Paintbrush like he had intended. This left Trophy weak, giving Paintbrush the perfect opportunity to strike. Paintbrush gripped the knife, and went over to Trophy. "This could have been a lot easier. But you had to make it so hard for me. You originally weren't my target, but I suppose you'll do fine as paint. I'll stop talking now. See you in hell, Trophy." 

And that was the end of Trophy.

Paintbrush got up and stared at the lifeless body in front of them. That was someone's friend, someone lover, someone cared about Trophy. And Paintbrush just, took him away from that person. They shivered, and grabbed Trophy, trying hard not to break down into tears right then and there. They walked over to the art room and unlocked the door, walking in and closing it behind them, then they went to the backrooms to put Trophy's body in a hidden place. 

"I can't stay like this, I feel... Terrible..." They said to themselves, wanting to vomit. They hurried over to the bathroom to wash off the blood, trying to be as quiet as possible. They weren't sure how nobody noticed them, or heard Trophy's screams, but they didn't question it. They just needed to keep their act together and not let anyone find out.  

After cleaning up, they went back to the kitchen to clean up as much evidence as possible. It would be a little easier, since the blood and coffee stains weren't dry yet, but it would still be a little harder to make as little noise as possible.

But they could do it, they would manage. They always did. 

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Paintbrush headed to their room, opened the door, and walked inside, hoping that Fan was still asleep. If anyone had waken up from what happened, it would have been him. Thankfully for paintbrush, he didn't, and was still asleep. Paintbrush sighed in relief and walked to their bed, then they laid down. 

They didn't go to sleep though, all they did was stare at the ceiling, then softly cry. It shouldn't have been real, that had to have been a nightmare. But it wasn't, it was all real, and Paintbrush really killed someone. They had to get rid of the body, or else it would stink up the entire art room. But they could do it tomorrow, they needed to rest. They deserved some rest. 

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WORD COUNT: 690

Ahaha im back

and better than ever

also rest in peace Trophy

fucking died trying to make coffee