How many lightbulbs does it take?

2. To scare a hotel?

Cw/Tw : uhh how do i explain this one- self doubt? No... Derealization? Yea- lets go with derealization warning. Talk bout "your life was a dream and your just crazy" n stuff like that 👍

I pushed myself through the metal door and out into the bright green plains ahead. The bright sun stung my eyes. Hot tears left my eyes. Crashing onto the grass for the first time in years. Only then did I stop and realize what just happened. How did I- get sent back? Did i miss remember the layout? Perhaps... But who did i see? It was dark so i didn't see them vary well. I looked backwards and realized something.

"W-WHERES FAN??" I shout. Pure panic fills my mind. Where could he have gone? I looked around frantically hoping he had followed me out.

Once I was sure he hadn't I ran back to the door I had gone through before. When I got there I stopped at the door. I could hear voices from the other side. A relatively calm back and fourth. The building was on fire! How could they be so calm?

Everything felt so.. Wrong. A million questions arose in my head once again. I ran off once again in frustration with myself. This time in a different direction.

I eventually came across OJ's hotel. It would be my best chance to get help for fan, or even just answers to my questions.

I barged through the door. There were multiple other objects in the room. All staring at me; for good reason I suppose.

OJ in particular approached me with a look of concern. "Lightbulb!" he started, his voice filled with worry. "What happened to you? You look like you've been through hell and back!" He continued, "thats because I have!" I replied panicked. "It was Test tube she-" I noticed a scared looking paper fan peeking from around the corner with his phone. "Fan!" I yelled. Running up to him and hugging him. "Fan i thought you died!"

Fan laughed, "really? I know I just got back from season three but I thought you knew where I was!" He pushed me away to arms length. "I was looking for you actually." His smile faded, "hey, what happened to your glass?" he ran his hand against my cracks; although I winced I stillstared at him with complete and utter confusion. "But- fan we just.. The lab! I-" I turned to OJ and the other objects still staring. "Did you not NOTICE that i was gone for- who knows how long??"

"Well. I haven't personally seen you in awhile but I knew you were competing, weren't you?" OJ replied. "The show has been over for a long time OJ!" I stormed back up to him. "You really didn't notice all this? No wonder no one but apple came for us! Your all idiots!" Pft. How ironic... "Lightbulb, i think you have a concussion. You sound completely delirious"

I looked to the others in the room. They all looked back with growing concern, some whispers could be heard throughout. "Should i call an ambulance?" Fan asked, lifting his phone. "F-fan! You know im not crazy right? You were with me!" I started tearing up. "No lightbulb, I just got off a vary LONG rowboat ride." he walked off to presumably call the emergency services.

I turned back to OJ "IM NOT CRAZY OJ" He backed up out of fear. "Lightbulb,  please sit down" my blood started to boil, how could they not believe me! Everything added up! Was it really such a stretch? Wasn't there a search team? "IM. NOT. CRAZY." I shouted at him. "LIGHTBULB YOUR SCARING PEOPLE." he took a step forward again. His voice was assertive. It scared ME.

I shut my mouth and reluctantly sat on the floor. The tears were streaming down my face. No one believed me. I felt humiliated. Yet i was too scared to open my mouth or even move.

Fan reentered the room a moment later. "We need to take her to the hospital." He said nervously "They didn't send a ambulance?" OJ replied. Fan shoke his head. "They said it wasn't high enough priority, I'd take her but, I don't have a car." Fan said figiting with his hands. "Traitor. Traitor. Traitor." I repeated in my head again and again. How could he sit there and think I'm crazy?? He was with me!

"I can drive her," pickle offered, "Someone else has to take her out though" I looked up at him. Did he not want to be near me or something? The entire situation disgusted me.

"I-I'll do it!" Fan chimed in. "Alright, I'll be in the car." Pickle walked right by me and out the door. Fan approached her "Lightbulb, we need to go." His voice was warm and caring. I was conflicted, but perhaps he had a reason for lying? Couldn't imagine what... I lifted myself to my feet. "Okay." I answered bluntly. "Lets go." He reached for my hand, I hesitated but grabbed it.

We walked out the door together. I tightened my hand around his "Why did you lie Fan?" Fan looked at me funny. "Lie?" I looked down at the grass. Am i crazy? No. No I couldn't be. Presumably years of abuse couldn't be fabricated like nothing, could it? "Lightbulb?" he chimed back in. "You're acting really weird..." I only noticed now that he didn't have the scars he got from the lab. Namely his eye! It was completely fine! How could that huge scar just disappear? Maybe I was crazy... Maybe I just cracked my head off the floor and made everything up! What other explanation was there?

I shuffled into the car with fan. As Pickle started driving the car I noticed something... Something stranger then anything before. "What the hell-" I whispered. I saw two other me-s walking towards the hotel.

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((Finishing this up at like six in the morning. That sucks- i don't like sleeping after 3 am. Anyway if i ever screwed up the pov its bc i almost never write in third person- in fact i almost exclusively write in third person limited.

This was fun though. Id actually like to share a lil story of what this is sorta based off but not really but its pretty personal so pls don't skip it or ill frickn cry /j

So one time it was late at night and i was going through a depressive episode so i was kinda sluggish and down. So my mom assumed that i was on drugs 😀 anyway she ended up taking me to the ER and in the car i was panicking bc they wouldn't let me have my phone and my mom told me that they might send me to a mental hospital so i frantically texted my s/o that i was going to the ER. To get my mind off of it i just started fuckin watching inanimate insanity??? Like it was the episode suitcase voted for nickel and it was my first time watching it and yea-- that night was a strange one for sure. But also the reason ii is a comfort show to me. :] thought it would be fun to share

Uhhh this authors note is literally over a hundred words long so ill just end it now--))