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

6: True Crime Documentaries

A loud scream came from the art room.

OJ quickly came rushing into the storage room, "Whats wrong?! What happ— Oh my god.." He muttered under his breath. Loud sobs of terror came from Lightbulb, she never would have guessed a dead body would come crashing down in front of her. OJ went to her side and helped her up, taking her out of the storage room so that she didn't have to see it anymore.

Paper came rushing in right after he saw Lightbulb, "OJ what happened?" He asked, then saw the sight for himself. He had to cover his mouth to keep himself from screaming. "That was.. In here?" Paper managed to ask. OJ nodded, "I don't know why but it was." OJ said. "But now we know he wasn't kidnapped. He was murdered." OJ stated. "We should take the body out of here, or atleast cover it up so nobody can see it." Paper suggested. OJ nodded and they began to cover the body up.

The body was completely covered up and another meeting was held, this time without Paintbrush. "So there has been a, shocking, report. Trophy has been found." OJ started, the hotel began to whisper in joy, "He is not in a good state, however. Trophy is.. Dead." OJ stated. A dim mood hit the hotel, people began to panic, "Where was he found?!" "Are we all gonna die?!" "I don't want to die!" Everyone was panicked. "Everyone, please, calm down." OJ said. "Nobody else will die. We don't have the murderer in our hands but we are working towards that. Until then, stay alert, and don't leave your rooms by yourself." OJ told everyone. The meeting was over.

~~~~~

Lightbulb was sat on the couch rocking back and forth, Fan and Test Tube were trying their best to comfort her, but nothing was working. "Lightbulb its going to be okay, OJ is going to find the murderer before anyone else gets hurt, we'll all be safe too! Since we're all in... Groups... Paintbrush! They're alone in the room, I've got to go, I'm sorry!" Fan said, quickly getting up and rushing to him and Paintbrushes's shared room.

"Test Tube, We're going to die in here." Lightbulb shivered. "No we won't, don't worry Lightbulb, we'll be okay." Test Tube said, Lightbulb sobbed, and Test Tube wrapped her into a hug.

~~~~~

The door to Paintbrush and Fan's shared room flung open, "Paintbrush?!" Fan yelled. Paintbrush jolted up, "I'm awake!" They cried. Fan sighed with relief. "Oh thank god. Paintbrush they found Trophy. Hes dead." Fan said. Paintbrush felt sick to their stomach, they found him. "But we'll all be safe, none of us are going to die." Fan reassured them. Paintbrush nodded.

"Where.. Was he?" They asked. "From what Lightbulb told me, he fell right in front of her from your art room's storage closet. It was locked too, did you know anything about this?" Fan asked, Paintbrush shook their head. "No, I didn't even know there was a closet inside the storage room." Paintbrush said. "Strange, I wonder who did it.." Fan muttered. "There is no telling, anyone could have done it." Paintbrush said, they tried their hardest not to seem suspicious. "Do you think they tried to poison you?" Fan asked. Paintbrush paused, this was a perfect opportunity. "Maybe.. They could have. But I don't think Lightbulb would try to poison me." Paintbrush said. "Maybe someone gave them to her, we could ask her, but not now. Shes sort of.. Unresponsive." Fan said.

~~~~~

A few hours had passed, all the commotion had died down a bit, and the body was moved to somewhere else, OJ wouldn't confirm the whereabouts of the corpse. Paintbrush had finally gained enough strength to be able to walk around, but they weren't too talkative.

Lightbulb was slowly reverting back into her usual happy self, but she was still cautious and jumpy. Any questions about the body or what she witnessed caused her to go back to the moment and break down completely. So asking her wasn't exactly an option.

Lightbulb, Paintbrush, Test Tube, and Fan were all in a room together, they were making sure that they dont get hurt.

"What do we do if one of us is the murderer?" Fan asked. "Oh please, Fan. If one of us was the murderer we all would be dead right now." Test Tube said. "Yeah but I'm just saying! What if they are here but aren't doing anything because that would be suspicious!" Fan suggested. "You need to stop watching True Crime documentaries." Test Tube muttered. "They prepare me for the real world! They keep me on my toes for when someone tries to stab me behind my back!" Fan said, acting out his words. Paintbrush laughed, "Who of us would it even be? We all have alibi's for when he was reported missing." Paintbrush stated. "Hm, good point. Everyone except for his roomate was awake, do you think his roomate did it?!" Fan asked. "Its a possibility." Test Tube said, "But I don't think they would stand a chance." She added. "I'm stumped! There's too many options!" Fan groaned, leaning back onto the floor. Paintbrush looked over at Lightbulb, who was aimlessly staring and tracing the floor. "Hey Lightbulb, do you know who gave you those cookies?" Paintbrush asked, "I found them on the counter, I assumed OJ bought them so I grabbed them to make you feel better." Lightbulb told them. "So its still a mystery, it could have been anyone who poisoned those cookies!" Fan said. "Poison? They weren't poisoned. I had one shortly after Paintbrush fell sick." Lightbulb admitted. "So it wasn't poison.." Fan muttered. This was a shock to everyone including Paintbrush. Why did they react so badly to the chocolate chip cookies. "Where are the cookies?" Paintbrush asked. "They're still in the Art Room, I found the.. Before I could take them out." Lightbulb paused in the middle of her sentence. "I need to go get them." Paintbrush said. "What?! No! Haven't you listened to anything ANYONE'S said?!" Fan asked. "I'll be fine, I need to get those cookies." Paintbrush stood up, Lightbulb stood up shortly after. "I'll come with you, I know where they are." She said. "Alright, lets go then." They said. Then they both left to the art room, leaving Test Tube and Fan by themselves.

~~~~~

WORD COUNT : 1065

i like cookies