The Puppeteer (II fanfic)

«§"Tears Will never Bring Them Back."§»

TW: Blood
3rd Person POV
Knife and Trophy broke down the door, Lightbulb Rushed in Immediately, Pushing the two boys Away. Her Eyes widened at her first sight.

Paintbrush Leaned on the wall, Just right next to the door, An Stab on their left eye and chest, The Bandages on their left arm were still in tact.
Lightbulb was Crushed, Traumatized, Devastated.

She Felt Weights of Guilt Piling on top of her, she wouldn't move she couldn't move.

Tears Slowly Formed in her eyes, Her Mouth opened to scream but nothing came out. ".Painty.." She wished Their eyes would open like an miracle,

She wished she would wake up and See Everyone Okay. She Walked out the room, An Small Smile Glued to her face.

Fan Followed behind her, More of The Thoughts Clouding His Head. "Not yet.."
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Next Day
OJ twisted the key, making an click to assure it was locked. OJ sighed, Then Walking with Paper right next to him.

"OJ.. It's none of our fault, you should know that!.." OJ was shocked, "Well, Every time someone says that.. I still feel like I'm the one to blame here."

Paper held my hand with an soft grasp, "All of us are feeling that. Every Death, Every Argument, People are losing Their Grasp of Hope.." Now He's Changing the whole-
"Sorry if I'm not good at comforting Objects!.. It's just that, No One Here has comforted me."

I Give him an hug, Making our Steps Stop. He Hugged me back, his Tears Dropping to my back.
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Trophy and Knife were at it again, Arguing and Arguing Non stop, Cheesy Was bound to snap while mic Struggled to stop the two.

Cheesy Covered his ears, "CANT YOU TWO SHUT UP?! THE SITUATION IS BAD AND YOU TWO ARE MAKING IT WORSE! JUST WHY?!" He Covered his mouth in embarrassment, Then looking at the floor and speed walking away. Trophy and Knife stood silent, before Trophy Followed Cheesy,

Microphone Awkwardly went up the stairs, leaving Knife Standing alone in the living room.
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Microphone Slammed the door close of her room, "GAH! SHIT!" She flinched at Bomb sitting on Test Tube's Bed, Swinging his legs back and forth. "W-w-w-h-what t-th-the f-f-f-fuck I-I d-d-d-do?"

She groaned, Then slowly turning her gain. "MIC! NOW'S NOT THE!-" She heard an Stab, making her eyes widen in fear, "WHATS HAPPENING?!" It was static. She Fell to my knees, bomb quickly picking her up.

"Wha-Wha-Wha-What H-H-Happened??" An Tear rolled down her face as She looked at him. I sighed, "I-I Heard an- an Stab." Bomb Hugged Mic, he didn't need to hear anymore.

"I-I-I-I-it's o-o-kay.." Mic broke into an sob.
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Yeah it's 12:06 AM here–
Imma go rewatch inanimate insanity