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

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

The dance had begun. "There's the bell! Come on Paintbrush! The dance is starting!" Fan said, hopping up with his phone and rushing out of the room. Paintbrush stared at their bag and took a deep breath, then left to the ballroom. There was no true reason why there was a ballroom in the hotel, but it made it easier to throw parties and host events. It was better than everyone being crowded inside of the livingroom thats for sure.

They made it to the ballroom and scanned the room, no sign of Lightbulb or Knife. They sighed in relief, the party had just begun so not many people were here. They went over to the drinks and got one for themself. Around 30 minutes had passed, the room had more people but not Lightbulb or Knife showed up. They finished their drink, throwing away the cup, and headed outside of the ballroom to try and find them. They wanted to act the least suspicious.

They went to Lightbulb's room first and knocked on the door, waiting for a response. There was none. They could feel themself panic, was there another murderer? No, its not possible. They carefully opened the door, taking a long deep breath. "Lightbulb?" They called, then they saw her.

She was peacefully sleeping on her bed. They sighed in relief, then walked up to her and shook her. Her eyes opened, "Painty? What time is it?" She asked. "Lightbulb the party started around 45 minutes ago." Paintbrush said. "Oh, whoops! Must have dozed off." She smiled, sitting up and stretching. "I'm gonna go find Knife, try not to fall asleep again." They said, then left. They could hear Lightbulb giggling as they left.

They first decided to go to Knife's room, it was the safest bet. Or well, it would be, if they didn't immediately bump into Knife again. This time they were the one who fell over. Knife laughed at them, "Seems like you're the one falling for me now." He said, "Yeah yeah, shut it. Where we're you?" They asked, standing up and dusting themself off. "I was in my room, I didn't think you would go immediately. You don't seem like that type of person." Knife said. "Fan brought me with him." They said. "Alright, well come on, the dance is waiting." Knife said, then walked off. They smiled sadly, they knew what they were going to have to do. Their old 'paint' was running out. It was suprising how long it lasted. They followed Knife to the ballroom. "How about I get us a drink?" Paintbrush suggested. "Sounds good, I'll be waiting here." Knife said. Paintbrush walked to the drinks and pulled out the poison, they stared at it, making sure not to get anything wrong. The wrapping said that it would take around 12 minutes to actually kill the victim. That gave enough time to use the antidote if needed. They poured some of the poison into Knife's drink, and got themself one too. Then they went to Knife.

"Here you go!" They smiled, giving Knife the drink. "Thanks." He said. It took him a few minutes before he actually started drinking it, once he took a sip. The timer started.

12

"So... do you wanna dance?" Paintbrushed asked, offering a hand.

11

Knife thought for a moment, "Sure. Sounds fun." he said, taking their hand.

10

They made their way to the dance floor, then they both came to the conclusion that both of them absolutely sucked at dancing.

9

"Well this is a problem." Paintbrush muttered. "Definitely." Knife agreed.

8

"You should have planned for this before asking me to dance." Knife told them. "Yeah yeah, I know." They muttered.

7

The clock was nearing its end. Knife would drop dead any moment now.

6

"Is is just me or is it kinda getting a bit cold in here?" Knife asked. "Just you. Are you feeling alright?" Paintbrush asked him.

5

"I'm not exactly sure. Was something in that drink?" Knife asked.

4

"It was just punch."

3

Knife was bound to death

2

Paintbrush took his hands, "How about we dance, we don't have to be good at it." They smiled, Knife nodded.

1

Time slowed down, the last minute felt like hours, and not in a good way. "Knife, you should hear this. You are about to die." Paintbrush told him. Knife's expression changed, "This is a joke.. Right?" Knife asked. "Paintbrush if this is a joke its not funny." Knife told them. "I have an antidote, but I can't give it to you. I can't risk it." Paintbrush told him, all while keeping a happy smile to pretend. "They'll find out. One day." Knife told Paintbrush.

0

Knife could slowly feel himself going limp, the room was warm now, like a giant comforting blanket was wrapped around him. His vision blurred, the last thing he heard were the words, "Save me the last dance in hell, wont you?" Then he blacked out.

Knife's body fell limp on the floor, Paintbrush quickly fell by his side,

"Knife?!"

Pretend

"Hey, wake up!"

Don't let them know

"If this is a prank its not funny!"

You've heard these words before.

"Get up!"

The music stopped and everyone screamed. They just witnessed another death.

OJ stopped the party and told everyone to leave, the people who stayed were there to try and take Paintbrush away, they didn't want to move.

It was all part of the act.

"Paintbrush come on! OJ will do something!" Fan said.

"Painty we can't stay here, you shouldn't stay here." Lightbulb cried.

Paintbrush tried to fight agaisnt them, they had watched Knife die in front of them, they had to do something.

They eventually got Paintbrush to leave, and they took them to their room. They were shaking, sobbing, exactly how Lightbulb reacted. It was a normal reaction, wasn't it?

"Paintbrush its going to be okay." Fan said, "Fan I could have died, Knife took the poisoned drink, I know he did!" They cried, their voice shook. Fan comforted them the best he could. He paused for a moment, poisoned drink?

He couldn't say anything, something was wrong but he didn't want to say it right now. It would risk everything. He didn't want to die. Not yet.

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WORD COUNT : 1053

death and destruction

fan knows
probably 😇