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

7: Good news!

Paintbrush and Lightbulb made it to the Art Room. The cookies were in the same place Lightbulb left them in, the door to the storage room was sealed shut with police tape. Lightbulb picked the cookies up, "These are what you wanted, right Painty?" She asked. Paintbrush was more focused on the door, "Yeah.. That's what I wanted." They nodded. "Alright! Lets go then!" she smiled. "Just a second, you go on without me I'll be right behind you." They said. Lightbulb nodded and walked off. Paintbrush waited to make sure that she was gone, then they opened the door to the storage room quietly. They looked around and found the knife, that was evidence that OJ and Paper shouldn't have. They hid the knife in their hair, it was thick enough to hold it in place and hide it from everyone. Then they looked at the body, the arm was still missing, nowhere to be found.

They quickly left the room, it was still nauseating to see. They locked the door behind them and left back to their room.

"There you are Painty!" Lightbulb said happily, "Oh thank god, we thought something happened." Test Tube sighed. "I said I would be fine, out of all of us I'm the strongest, so the murderer wouldn't stand a chance against me." Paintbrush boasted. "You're only stronger than us because you can set everything on fire." Fan said. "Besides, if they could get Trophy, none of us stand a chance." He added. Which brought silence to the room. "We should all be fine, if the murderer hurts any of us they'll have it coming." Paintbrush said, sliding their hair back. A few moments later a knock was heard at the door, "Come in!" Lightbulb said. The door opened, it was OJ and Paper, "Hey you four! We just wanted to check up on everyone and see how they were doing." Paper said. "We have good news, but also bad news, which one do you guys want to hear first?" OJ asked.

They all looked at eachother, trying to come up with a decision.

"I think its better to hear the bad news first." Paintbrush said. Everyone else nodded in agreement. "Okay, the bad news is that the murderer has not been found yet, but the good news is that if they don't show themself anytime soon, maybe in a week or two, then everyone will have free access to every part of the building again." OJ told them. One by one their faces lit up with joy, but with Paintbrush, not so much. They won't have any more of the blood to use as paint. It would be a pain to get it from themself, and some of the residents here didnt even have blood, they just shattered, ripped, or were just disgusting in general.

"Thats all I wanted to say, goodbye you four, stay safe." OJ said, then left with Paper by his side.

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WORD COUNT : 493

i didn't know what else to put here

ill probably add some death in the next chapter who knows