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

14: Your Fault.

Fan followed OJ into Test Tube's room, he fumbled with his hands to calm himself down. "Are you sure you want to be in here while I—" "Yes! I need to know that shes okay." Fan interrupted. He was a little twitchy, he couldn't stand still. "Alright then.." OJ said quietly.

A few minutes passed before OJ stopped looking at Test Tube. "So? Is she okay?!" He asked. OJ didn't respond, he just bowed his head. Fan looked past OJ at Test Tube. "no... nononononono This cant be right!" He cried, dropping to his knees and holding his head in his hands. OJ dropped next to him, "Fan its going to be okay—" "NO ITS NOT! OJ shes dead! I.." His expression changed. Instead of sadness, anger filled him. "I know who did this." He muttered. "Wh— What?! You know?!" OJ asked. Fan didn't respond, he got up and went to a drawer. He had left the knife he brought into her room inside of it. Fan grabbed it and quickly left the room. "Fan!" OJ called after him, getting up and rushing to him. If Fan was wrong that would bring one person off the murderer's list.

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Fan walked to Lightbulb's room with the knife in hand, he kicked open the door and stared daggers into Paintbrush's eyes, gripping the knife tightly. "Fan? What are you doing?" Paintbrush asked. "Don't play dumb, murderer! You killed her!" Fan yelled, Lightbulb covered her ears, everything was too loud. "You're going to pick us all off, one by one. Just so you can feel satisfied?! You... You're fucking sick!" Fan said. He then flipped the knife to get a better grip, and ran towards Paintbrush to attack them. Paintbrush screamed and fought back, trying to kick Fan off of them. Paintbrush managed to grab Fan by the arm, but it backfired when Fan turned the knife around and shoved it directly into their arm. They yelped in pain and dropped to the floor, dropping Fan aswell and grabbing their arm, they felt helpless.

Just then, OJ ran into the room and grabbed Fan. "Fan what are you doing?! You can't just just do that!" OJ said. "They killed her! They killed Test Tube!" Fan yelled. Suddenly, Lightbulb got up. "What do you mean by that? She can't be dead.. I saw her yesterday." Lightbulb said with a worried expression. "Tell that to your 'friend' here. They killed her! I know they did!" Fan screamed. He was sobbing out of anger at this point. "Fan I didn't do this, I didn't even know she was dead. I'm sorry that she's gone, but you have to move on—" "'Move on'?? Paintbrush, she was the love of my life! I loved her so much! And now shes gone! I can't just, 'Move On'!" Fan yelled at them, he was trying to get out of OJ's grip. Paintbrush looked at their arm, and ripped the knife out, they winced in pain, then dropped the knife. "Fan, I'm not a bad person. I would never hurt one of my friends. We all loved her, maybe not as much as you, but we did love her aswell." Paintbrush said, their arm had blood dripping down it quickly. Fan began to sob harder than he already was, his knees weakened and he fell to the floor. "I want her back.." He cried. Paintbrush sat down on the floor next to him and hugged him tightly, "Its going to be okay." Paintbrush said, rubbing his back.

Lightbulb stared at the scene before her, the smell of blood stained her memories. There was blood on the ground, a trail of it, from where Paintbrush was to where they are now. The knife on the ground was staining the floor too. OJ glanced over at Lightbulb, then shuffled towards her, "Lightbulb I am so sorry you had to witness that, everything has been so weird lately." OJ said. "Its fine, but.. I want to see Test Tube." Lightbulb said. OJ looked concerned, "Lightbulb.. She.. She isn't alive anymore." OJ said. "I know. I still want to see her though." Lightbulb said. OJ sighed, then nodded. "Alright, I'll take you to her room." He said, Lightbulb smiled and thanked him before they both headed off.

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WORD COUNT : 712

well well well
fan forgives them

or does he???
nobody knows

except for me of course 😊