Paintbrush awoke, alone in their conjoined room. But it wasn't a surprise. Testy didn't tend to stay put for long.
They were dazed,
The previous day was a blur..
Was it a dream?
They quickly went out into the hall, only to see OJ putting up a missing poster on the bulletin board.
Okay, NOT a dream..!
OJ seemed surprised to see Paintbrush so awake.
"Hey.. you doing okay, Paintbrush?"
OJ asked, very concerned
"I know you both were close.."
He sighed, pity visible in his tone.
They simply stared at him with an annoyed face. Best to keep him off Their trail..
Paintbrush slowly walked down the stairs, they creaked with each step.
'OJ should really replace these old rickety-'
"WOAH!-"
Paintbrush yelped as a step slid beneath them, causing them to fall down the stairs.
"PAINTBRUSH? PAINTBRUSH!"
a muffled voice cried out.
No reply.
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"PAINTBRUSH!"
"WHA- HUH?"
Paintbrush opened their eyes,
head aching.
"LIGHTY..? HELLO?"
A few voices sighed, some silenced in pity.
"That was a nasty fall.. You alright, brush?"
Microphone helped Them off of the ground gently.
"Yeah.. my head hurts, though.."
The Brush complained.
"Here, I'll help you to your room."
Mic offered kindly.
As the two entered the room, a peice of distinct yellow glass fell out of Paintbrush's hair
They began to panic as it landed, ringing out.
"Paintbrush..? Is that.. Lightbulb's glass?"
Mic slowly backed away to the door,
But Paintbrush grabbed her by the shoulder.
"You aren't leaving. You've seen too much.."
Paintbrush whispered.
Microphone reached for her power button, but Paintbrush caught her arm.
They covered Mic's mouth with their other hand, and ripped her arm off.
She bit Paintbrush's hand, causing them to pause, settling the pain. but only for a moment.
They spun around and ripped out Microphone's power button.
She fell to the floor, resisting a scream. She had no clue why she was resisting, really.
"Sorry, Mic. It's nothing personal."
Paintbrush choked on tears as they took their second victims life. It was completely their fault this time..
They were keeping that shard as a memory, but it was clearly too risky.
It suddenly occurred to Them..
They needed to hide this body, it's mid-day,
and the hotel is bustling with people today.. ah shit.
They stared down their innocent victim once again, and got to work.
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False Promise (UNSCRIPTED *FUN*FIC)
FanfictionAh, Paintbrush. Such a noticeable, likeable person! Sure, they get angry a lot, but that's not who they are. Sure, they may yell a lot, but it's not their fault! Sure, they may have (PROHIBITED) somebody, but then again, it's all just fiction. no...
