this is so goofy 😭
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Everything and Everyone They were okay in the beginning How do you expect me To Calm Down?! The-Thi-This Fucking Ass Killer! HIS NAME IS-
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A note was taped onto the Camera's Lens..
'-THE PUPPETEER...
Afternoon ):( Same Day TW: Blood Balloon POV I talked with OJ and Paper, Mostly were about... The Stitches. Do I tell Them?.. I'm going insane and I know who the killer is?? I glance at them.
Their Cold blooded eyes and Dead Glare at me, No one Noticing one bit of it, It Scares me. I Shuddered, "look, Balloon." My Head Twitched to OJ, "It's alright if you don't wanna say who the killer is. You must've been threatened or.. Yeah."
I rubbed my arm, "thanks OJ.." I stand up from the seat, Then walking to my room.
I didn't really pay anymore mind to which room I was entering, I Flop onto The Bed, hm, smells like wood? I Groan, Paintbrush might be okay about it.
I was tired but I couldn't fall asleep, It was like that time I drank 7 cups of coffee again. I giggle quietly to myself, "Balloon! You Just drank 7 CUPS!?" "Uh.. yeah?" I shrug, Not trying to sound too rude. BALLOON! YOU'LL END UP STAYING UP ALL NIGHT!" She took my cup and chugged it down, then placing it. "That burned my tongue excruciatingly- So I'm staying up with you!" We both giggled.
Paintbrush POV "Fan! What does y-e-s spell!" Ooh boy. "YeS?" He's not gonna fall for this one. "Now WHAT does-" "E-Y-E-S. Eyes." "Awww"
I enter the room first, which immediately slammed close when I entered. "hUH?!" Balloon sat up at the loud slam, of course. "Balloon why are you-" I sigh "the door won't budge open!"
"PAINTY! ARE YOU OKAY?! THE DOOR JUST SLAMMED CLOSE- THIS ISNT FUNNY!" Balloon POV "PAINTY! ARE YOU OKAY?! THE DOOR JUST SLAMMED CLOSE- THIS ISNT FUNNY!" Lightbulb's Panicked Voice felt so.. 'Uncharacteristic', Cheesy hasn't Said an Pun, Fan hasn't Updated his blog, Microphone and Bomb Became Distant..
No! Focus On The Present!! Suddenly The window Shattered, an figure kicking my face and landing on me. No no.. I heard an shriek from paintbrush, Paintbrush POV I Shrieked in Pain, HE STABBED MY FUCKING EYE. He shoved me, Making me hit the door,I heard Several footsteps from behind the door. I Huffed, Getting up and strangling him down, He Stabbed the knife but this time on my chest.
He kicked me up, Knife was still stabbed in my chest, "PAINTY!"
Balloon Tried to attack behind him but he stabbed balloon, Which I mean one poked him to his dead. Blood splattered everywhere in the room, Hot Tears Spilled Uncontrollably on my Face.
The Door was banging, Voices and Sounds All Around me turning muffled by the second.
He Grabbed an Paintbrush? Then Dragged one of my nearby canvas to in front of me, He Brushed The Now Bloody Paintbrush on the wet floor.
He Painted Mountains, The Bleeding red were Drying on the Canvas quickly. The Door Banged but more Forced..
My eyes slowly closed,
Black.
Crying.
Jumping.
Shattering.
Tearing.
What?..
No!
Please Don't...
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Dance
Sorry for not making an chapter for a while, But- Two Words can describe an Writer's Pain.
Writing Block.
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