After MePhone4 mysteriously dissapeared, the remaining contestants were sent back to Hotel OJ.
People picked up new interests, Fan became a famous internet blogger, Suitcase and Balloon became detectives, Test Tube continued her science experiments...
"Cannonball!!" A voice yelled, followed by another splash.
Great. There goes Trophy's silent picture taking. "Hey Trophy!" Lightbulb waved from the water. She was wearing floaties, and had apparently decided to come swimming in the lake with some of her friends.
He just waved, he didn't want to be here if so many other people were going to be here ruining his photos.
"You should come in the water with us! It's fun!" Lightbulb offered. Trophy stared at her. "...No thank you." He said.
He hated swimming, its one of the only things he couldn't do. It overwhelmed him, water in his head, it weighed him down and it hurt. Just thinking about it made him freak out. He took his camera off of his neck, he needed to get out of here.
He put the camera into his bag, turned around, and walked off. He didn't want to be here anymore.
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Paintbrush stared at their canvases. And then stared at their wrist.
"God.. I can't do this again.." They said to themself. "I can't do this to myself.." They groaned, tugging at their hair.
They dug through their canvases, all of them were opened already. Someone must have done it for them after hearing about what had happened.
They grabbed a small drawing journal, they didn't feel like painting today.
They took the journal into the main area, sat down in a random chair, and just.. Drew.
They didn't know what they were drawing, they went through the whole sketchbook in atleast an hour. They just needed to get something down.
It.. Didn't work though, they still had lots of thoughts in their head. They just.. Couldn't figure out what to do.
They decided that.. Maybe they could use their blood again, but.. Not now, people could easily see them.
They decided they'd do it if they woke up early enough.
Paintbrush closed the sketchbook, and left the art studio with it in their hands. They headed straight to their room, or rather, their shared room.
When they opened the door, they could hear the soft tapping of Fan's phone. He was on his bed, either texting someone, or writing on his blog.
"Hi Fan." They said. They could hear themself, their voice sounded harsh, raspy almost. They could barely even remember if they screamed out for help, they blacked out right before they hit the floor.
"Oh, Hey Paintbrush! Your arm doing any better?" Fan asked, glancing up from his phone with a small smile. His glasses always fell downwards when he smiled, and that annoyed him. "Yeah, it's doing a lot better now, I've been changing it every few hours or so.. And I think Test Tube just.. Doesn't sleep?? And she comes into our room at night and changes them for me. Because I keep waking up with fresh ones."
