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Angst is what fuels me (TIASWL)

**NON CANON, THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO THE STORY IM TELLING** TIASWL ANGST ONESHOT THAT I WROTE AT 4AM IN THE MORNING BC I CANT SLEEP
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Lightbulb fell to the ground rather quickly. Though the impact didn't shatter her, it was enough to spread the crack over most of her head. She remained motionless on the ground, before Paintbrush finally turned to look, the conflict still raging on, and Fan doing his best to keep the door shut.
"LIGHTBULB!" They yelled out, running to her side, quickly getting to their knees, and grasping her hand in theirs.
"Lightbulb-- please, speak to me,"
"I- I'm scared… I can't open my eyes… Painty-- I- I don't want to die," Lightbulb sobbed out, she was terrified. Lightbulb never had to worry about mortality, but with all the careless hits she had been taking, while her recovery center was broken? What had she been thinking?
"You're not going to die. Just hold on a little longer-- please…" Paintbrush begged, tears starting to form in their eyes.
"Test Tube is almost done repairing your recovery center, just hold on. You can't die. Not yet." Paintbrush lightly squeezed her hand, as Lightbulb weakly squeezed back
"Painty… please keep me talking… please, I don't-- I'm not going to wake up if I fall back asleep…"
"O-okay, Lightbulb, please, tell me about something that makes you happy, anything, just go off, I'll listen…"

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"Lightbulb..?"

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The feeling of her squeezing back completely faded, as her hand went limp, falling to her side, as Paintbrush yelped out, a flurry of horrid, terrified emotions filling their head as they scrambled backwards, shakily bringing out their phone.
"PLEASE-- TELL ME YOU FINISHED FIXING IT," Paintbrush yelled into the phone as Test Tube picked up.
"I- it just needs a few more components, give me five minutes--"
"we don't HAVE five minutes," Paintbrush crawled their way back over to Lightbulb, checking for a pulse.
She was barely breathing.
"I- okay. I'll work faster…" Test Tube didn't hang up, rather placing her phone down, as Paintbrush could hear the sound of a blowtorch working in the background.
"PAINTBRUSH, I CAN'T HOLD THE GUY AT THE DOOR OFF FOREVER--" Fan called out, panicked from the other side of the room, now struggling to keep the door closed from whatever was on the other side.
Everything was just… so… overwhelming.
Paintbrush blinked, looking over to Fan, they looked truly lost, as if everything leading to this moment, everything happening now was just… too much for them to handle. Fan returned their look, with one of panic, realizing their head was anywhere but in the moment.
"Look-- I know this is hard, and scary, but T-Tube is good! She's gonna fix it! Lightbulb is going to be fine!" Fan yelled out, trying to give them enough hope to keep going. Paintbrush said nothing, just moving their gaze back to Lightbulb-- who weakly reached out in front of her, a warm, soft smile on her face.

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"I'm not ready to die."
She fell limp.

Paintbrush let out a sob, this being the last straw as they finally let out weeks of pent up rage and sorrow. They looked over to where they had set their phone on the ground, tears blurring their eyes as they moved a shaky hand to pick it up
"P-please… is she there…"

Silence on the other end.

"Testtube… Please," They sobbed out.
...
"Sorry for not responding-- It… It worked, but… it just reverted her back to how she was before she passed. She's still badly cracked… but… she's alive."
Paintbrush sat for a moment, still silently sobbing, as the thing at the door finally got it open.
Fan stumbled back, activating his strength, as both of them were now faced with…
Taco.
"You." Paintbrush stood, all the rage and sorrow becoming focused on one thing now, as they immediately ignited themself, stepping forward. She wasn't going to get away with hurting Lightbulb. Not anymore.

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