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

8: Dance with the dead (Part 1/2)

A few weeks had passed without any deaths, everything was seemingly normal, the few people who are still upset over Trophy's death hadn't talked to OJ in weeks, while the others who moved on were more chill about it. The death still hurt but it was time to move on, grieving wouldn't bring him back.

OJ was hosting a dance this week for the people to get their minds off of the previous events. Everyone had to get ready, they were all invited!

Paintbrush was stuck on what to wear, they had no clue, so they decided to ask the person who was the best at clothing.

Lightbulb.

It probably wasn't the best idea, but it was the best option they had so far. They grabbed two of their outfits they had ready and went to Lightbulb's room, then knocked on the door.

"Come in!" She sang. Paintbrush pushed open the door and walked inside, "Hey Painty!" Lightbulb said, trying to figure out what bow would go with her suit. "I'm having a bit of a problem, do you think you could help me pick an outfit?" They asked, "Sure! Hm.. Go put on the suit first, we could match!" Lightbulb said. Paintbrush nodded and headed to the bathroom to put on the clothes, it wasn't necessary, it was never necessary, it just felt right. They put on the suit and tightened the tie, then put their hair into a low ponytail.

They walked out of the bathroom to show Lightbulb, "Does this look good?" They asked. She spun around and hummed for a moment, then grabbed the dress Paintbrush brought, and put it up to them, closing one eye to see it better. "Yep! That looks good, the dress is pretty but I've got to say." Lightbulb started, walking up to Paintbrush and fixing their tie, Paintbrush was never good with ties. "I think you look better in a suit." She smiled, hopping back away from Paintbrush. They smiled back, "Thanks, well, I'm going to go get my other stuff ready, I'll see you at the dance?" They asked, beginning to walk towards the door. "Yep! See you there Painty!" Lightbulb grinned. Paintbrush opened the door and left to their room.

They had terrible thoughts coming in recently, on how to get away with the perfect murder.

Poison them. When they drop dead?  Pretend.

Frame someone. Who would know its their favorite brush?

Say it was an accident. Everyone believes good liars.

So many terrible thoughts. Paintbrush decided that if they used one of these, they might go away. They grabbed a bag that Lightbulb had gave them, Fan and Test Tube had two other matching ones, they were about to leave for the door when they paused, "Why am I doing this...?" They muttered.

At first, it was just for paint. The blood was perfect for painting. But now... Is it just what feels right? Why would they keep doing this when they've almost been found out once before? They wouldn't even be able to keep the body. Then their eyes lit up. The arms. They could use the arms. Or any body part. They had great results with Trophy's body like that, so maybe if they only took the limbs they would be able to keep making paint! They smiled to themself, it was horrible, but they needed it.

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Paintbrush walked to Test Tube's lab, it was well known where it was nowadays. They put in the code on the vending machine and slid right down, looking around for Test Tube before anything. She wasn't there, which was a relief. They looked around, quickly trying to look for a poison or something heavy. Then they found it.

A lethal poison. They stared at it for a while, frozen, like they didn't want to do this, but they pushed past their fear and grabbed the poison, shoving it in their bag and hurrying back to the hotel.

While hurrying back, they accidentally bumped into someone. It was Knife. it didn't exactly hurt them but Knife had fallen over from impact.

"Paintbrush watch where you're going." Knife groaned. "What are you even doing out here?" He questioned, standing up and staring bullets into Paintbrushes soul. "I was... erm... I was looking for you! I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the dance with me!" Paintbrush said, it wasn't the best excuse, but it was good enough. Knife raised an eyebrow, "Where's this coming from?" He asked suspiciously. "N-Nowhere! Can't a friend just ask another friend to dance?" They said. Knife rolled his eyes, "I'm joking, I'll see you there Paintbrush." He said. Paintbrush nodded and hurried inside the hotel. "Jesus Christ Paintbrush whydidyoudothatnowhowareyouevergoingtobeableto—" They paused. They had an idea. They looked at their purse, which still had the poison in it. They could poison him. It was the perfect opportunity. They smiled to themself and headed back to their room. They opened the door and walked inside.

Fan was sitting on his bed playing on his phone. He had put a Black bow on but that was just about it. Paintbrush shut the door and Fan looked up, "Wow Paintbrush! You look great!" Fan said, putting his phone down. "Thanks." They smiled. "Did Lightbulb choose it? The tie looks exactly how she ties hers." Fan said. "Yeah, she did. I was having trouble with outfits." They said, then they remembered. "Ah crap, I left the dress in Lightbulb's room." They groaned. "I'll be right back Fan." They said, and hurried off back to Lightbulb's room.

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"Thanks Lightbulb!" Paintbrush said, then shut the door and began to walk back to their room. They were about to walk inside their room when they paused, they needed an antidote. They could accidentally poison themself, if they didn't have an antidote they could die. They shoved the dress inside their bag, it didn't exactly fit all the way but they made it work. Then they rushed back to Test Tube's lab to look for an antidote.

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It took a couple of minutes but Paintbrush finally found an antidote, they took the dress out and put the antidote inside the bag, then hurried out of the lab before anyone spotted them.

They made their way back to their room and put the dress back in their closet. "Gee, that took forever." Fan said. "Yeah. It took a bit of time." Paintbrush agreed.

A few minutes passed of just sitting around doing nothing, there wasn't anything they could do before the dance started. Paintbrush was about to fall asleep when a bell tolled.

The dance had begun.

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WORD COUNT : 1106

so i lied about the death being this chapter sorry next chapter for sure 😇