⚠︎Tʜᴇ Aᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ⚠︎ Inanimate Insanity (Old)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 12: 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚙.

Warning⚠️: Language, suicidal thoughts

Morning

Oj's Pov
I sighed, it has been more of a challenge to make this hotel going ever since Paintbrush has been attacked, and Lightbulb told me that they took happy pills which was surprising, since Paintbrush was like a calm person so you wouldn't suspect that they took happy pills. I wonder who else takes happy pills.

Crash

What the hell was that?

Then I heard the hotel's phone, it was ringing.

"Hello, how can I help-" I got interrupted.

"PAINTY HAS COLLAPSED ON THE FLOOR AND THEIR PULSE HAS STOPPED, BRUSHY IS TRYING THEIR BEST TO KEEP THEM ALIVE-" Whenever Lightbulb is worried she yells very loud.

I tried to stay calm

"WHO'S BRUSHY? AND WHY THE HELL DID PAINTBRUSH COLLAPSE?" Did I say calm? I meant I was panicking like someone was robbing me.

"WE'LL TALK ABOUT THAT LATER, RIGHT NOW YOU GOTTA GET HERE AND CHECK ON THEM!?" Lightbulb screamed into the phone.

"OKAY!?" I was confused and worried, I didn't know how worried until I almost broke the one elevator's button.

As I get there I see Paintbrush on the ground, they're really pale and look like someone who hasn't slept in ages.

"Can you do anything to help them?" Lightbulb asked.

"Call 911." I say.

"What-" I cut her off.

"CALL 911!" I yelled.

"OKAY?" She was definitely confused.

Yang's Pov
I could hear the yelling, it was coming from Paintbrush's room, I wanted to help but at the same time I felt like I was being held back.

You're Stronger than Yin but you're still a weakling like the others.

I'm not a weakling! At least.. not anymore.

I hate myself.. why the hell am I being so fucking sensitive. I'm just like my stupid little self.

Why can't I kill myself? Is something stopping me? Why can't I stop cutting myself? Do I enjoy hurting myself? Who am I? What is my purpose?

I'M SO FUCKING SELFISH. I HATE THIS LIVING HELL, WHY AM I THE ONE THAT HAS TO BE THE NUISANCE AND YIN GETS TO BE MISTER PERFECT?

UGH, FUCK THIS. I SHOULD JUST SUCK IT UP, NO ONE WILL LIKE ME AS A FRIEND, THEY'LL ALWAYS SEE ME AS A FUCKING MENACE, I'LL ALWAYS BE MISTER FUCKING CHAOTIC. I'M SUCH A SHITTY PERSON. WHO THE HELL CARES. MY BROTHER ONLY CARES BECAUSE I'M NOT A MONSTER IN HIS EYES.

I got up.

I dealt with my shitty thoughts and now I should go help.

When I take a peek, I see the doctor, his name is doctor Fizz, I see a purple Candle lady with him, I think her name was Ms. Candle.

They were putting Paintbrush in a stretcher, I think they stayed up late again, I always see them up at 3:21 am. They should've already fell asleep, I mean I'm not asleep at that time but I should be the only one awake, not Paintbrush, it's bad for their health to be up late. I care about them, even if they don't care, they'll always be a good role model to me.

(A/N: I'm sorry but.. I'm tired. I'm tired of fucking venting and crying to myself. I'm tired of life, I didn't even get sleep today... Remember, stay safe! stay healthy! Stay happy! And I hope you have a wonderful, spectacular day!!!)

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