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Chapter Two - This Place Sucks

This chapter contains mention of self harm and attempted suicide. It also has a torture scene where a character is under obvious and extreme stress. If this triggers you/affects you in a negative way I recommend not reading.

It also has a lot of Lightbrush, whether this is platonic or romantic is up for you to decide, but it is intended to be romantic.

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A glass girl lay on the floor of the barren room she now called home, everything had faded into a weird blur already. Lightbulb couldn't tell what time it was, all she knew was Test Tube HAD to be back soon. She knew her friend would let her out. it just had to happen. Right?

The Test Tube in question was listening to OJ's little announcement about Lightbulb and Paintbrush. He spoke in a hurried tone. "As you all must know by now, two of our residents have disappeared. All we know is their room was left a mess and there was some struggle. Stay safe everyone." He rubbed the back of his head nervously, the room seemed to shift from curiosity to fear and uncertainty. Everyone murmured to one another, theories and ideas. What had happened to them? Fan was rambling to Paper about how it was likely they got lost from their history on the show. She thought it was cute- er nice how he was able to seem so innocent.

She walked out of the living room, eyes tracing the framed photos on the walls of numerous shenanigans from seasons one and two. The third season had still yet to be put up. The chatter of her fellow contestants rang through the halls, forcing her to put her hands over her ears. Test Tube was far too used to the soft whirring of machinery and the quiet pitter patter of the leaky faucet.

It was an overwhelming noise, the clatter of dishes in the kitchen, the rowdy screeching of YinYang and Trophy arguing. She exited as fast as she could, rushing to the vending machine and pressing the buttons repeatedly. "Gotta check on the subjects... that dumbass L-1 might have shattered herself already." Test Tube literally jumped down the tube, having live subjects was too big of a hassle, ugh. Note to
self, four subjects is the maximum capacity.

The chute sucked her in; landing on the hard tile floors. Everything was perfectly organized, a bit odd, considering she hadn't cleaned it since she had started the experiment. Test Tube scurried down the hall, careful to check if there was signs of living objects. As she rushed past another hall, she saw a flash of pink and white. Taking a step back, she noticed it was Soap. Good to know the neat freak had found her lab.

Test Tube tried to calm her nerves, but Soap was so close to the lab rat's room!

"Hey, Soap, what're you up to?"

The bottle flinched, and turned to look at her. "Oh, sorry Test Tube! I just came across your vending machine, and the buttons were so dirty!! So I tried cleaning it but I got sucked up, so now I'm here! Its such a messy place!!! How can you live with all these..." Soap shuddered and looked like she wanted to throw up "germs..." Test Tube sighed, pushing Soap towards the exit.

"Well get out, this place isn't for your eyes." The pink and white bottle's shoulders slumped, "But everything is SOOOO dirty..." "Yeah, yeah, get out. Theres things here you cant see." She shoved Soap into the vacuum, rocketing her up to the top ASAP.

"Fan!" Test Tube yelled, catching the young man's attention. "Go get P-2. Get them now." She shooed him away, watching as he hurried away to get them. The vial turned away, rubbing her temples slowly. She pulled on her lab coat, tugging at the part of the elbows that pinched.  Maybe it was time for a
new lab coat, this one must have shrunk in the washing machine.