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

20: A Happy Ending.

Paintbrush sat in their room, shaking uncontrollably. This was just like how it started, but this time, she wouldn't come back. It was their fault. They were the reason this happened. They stared at their hands, the bodies and screams of their victims flashed through their head. They held their head in their hands, trying to stop the images. They wouldn't stop, their thoughts were clouded with terrible things.

Paintbrush got up and left the room, heading straight to the kitchen. They left their last knife in the murder scene last time, it was impossible to get it back without seeming suspicious, who in their right mind would go back to the place they were almost murdered? They stared at their reflection before gripping the knife tightly and heading to OJ's office.

If they couldn't be happy.

Nobody could be happy.

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"Okay OJ, you stay in here and try not to strain yourself too much." Paper said. "I'm fine Paper I—" OJ quickly turned the other way as he sneezed. "I wonder where this sudden cold came from, well that doesn't matter, I'll take over your duties for the day" Paper told OJ. "You really don't have to Paper, I can do my own work." OJ said, beginning to stand up but immediately losing his balance. Paper caught him and sat him back down. "OJ please, if you want to get anywhere near your desk then you need to rest." Paper pleaded. OJ sighed in defeat, "Alright, but as soon as I'm feeling better I'm taking back over, okay?" OJ said, "Okay! Get well soon OJ! If you need anything don't be scared to call me." Paper said, then left the room, heading straight to OJ's office. He knew it wouldn't be easy, if it was anything like the complaint desk he wouldn't last an hour, but he needed to do it. For the hotel, and for OJ.

Paper opened the door to OJ's office and walked inside. It was a mess. "Does OJ keep this room locked away from Soap? She'd probably have a heart attack if she saw this mess." He laughed to himself, beginning to clean up the room. It was most likely one of the reasons OJ got sick. So it was the least he could do to keep it from happening again.

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Suitcase was sitting down in Balloon's room, staring aimlessly at the wall. Something was wrong. It couldn't have been YinYang. All of the evidence at first didn't even point to them until Paintbrush and Cherries were attacked. Was it a trick? A bluff? Was the murderer still out there? It seemed too easy for the answer to be right under their noses.

"Earth to Suitcase!" Balloon said, waving his hand in front of her, "Ah— Sorry! I just sorta.. Spaced out.." She muttered. "Is this about the cases? We already found the murderer, we don't have to think about it anymore." Balloon tried to comfort. "But what if we were wrong? I have this terrible feeling that some piece of the puzzle is missing and— The storage room." she muttered. "The storage room?? You don't mean.." Balloon trailed off. "The same one in the art room. I have to go look at it. There has to be something there." She stated.

Balloon gave her a worried look, then sighed. "Alright, if you feel like you have to, you should go. I'll stay here for you just incase." Balloon smiled. She nodded, then got up and left the room.

Suitcase headed to the art room carefully, she knew what she was getting herself into, but she needed to do this. She needed to see for herself what was inside of that closet. The last time anyone was known in there was when Lightbulb found Trophy.

She made it to the storage room and stared at the storage room's closet. She took a deep breath and looked around before doing anything. Then, she began to try and force the door open.

It took a couple of tries, but after a few minutes of banging and hitting the door, it broke open. She fell the the floor because she wasn't prepared for it to open so quickly. Once she got up she let out a quiet gasp of shock.