Finger Paintings (REBOOT)

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Knife breathed heavily as he held his knees. His vision was blurred.

The party..

Everyone was normal, they were having fun.

Paintbrush was having fun.

Knife was having fun.

But..

Paintbrush had to ruin it.

They tried to kill him.

He would be dead if he didn't join their little 'game'.

God.. Why can't he just pick up the phone and call the police?

.....

........

Its.. It's not like he can't..

Knife stared at his phone on the edge of the bed.

He shakily picked it up and began to dial.

9...

1.....

1.........

......

rinng...

rinnng...

riiii— *Click*

"911, whats your emergency?"

Knife breathed, he tried to talk but he couldnt.

"Hello? Are you alright?"

"...."

He stared at the phone for a moment.

"Oh— S-Sorry.. I must've.. Dialed 911 by mistake.."

"That's alright, Sir."

"I don't need any help, sorry again.."

And he hung up.

.....

"What was that...?"

He threw his phone onto the ground, shattering the screen. He angrily grabbed onto his head, scratching one of his hands with his blade, causing it to bleed.

Why couldn't he call for help?

"God fucking—"

Knock Knock Knock!

"Kniife! I'm coming in!" Pickle announced before opening the door and walking in.

....

"Woah, you look like death. You catch something?" Pickle closed the door and walked over to Knife's bed. "I didn't catch anything. I'm fine." Knife sighed, staring at his bleeding hand.

"Jeez.. Your hand's messed up. Hang on, I'll go get the first aid kit." Pickle sighed, walking over to Knife's closet.

The closet was mainly empty other than a few 'special' items, jackets, and a first aid kid that was kept uptop.

"Alright.." Pickle placed the first aid kit down on Knife's bed and grabbed a bandage and some disinfectant. "This'll sting." Pickle warned before wetting a cottonpad and placing it on Knife's wound.

Knife hissed. "Told you." Pickle snickered. "Shut up.." He muttered, leaning back and letting Pickle do his thing.

"Aaand.. Done! There you go!" Pickle smiled, letting go of Knife's hand and closing the first aid kit.

"Still hurts like a bitch." Knife complained. "What, want me to kiss it and make it feel better big guy?" Pickle teasingly batted his eyelashes. "You wouldn't." Knife rolled his eyes.