Call Me When It's Over ||An Inanimate Insanity Fanfic||

A Bad Day

Lightbulb woke up to the sound of an alarm. The same one she'd turned off like 3 times. She finally opened her eyes to look at the time. 8:20 am. Fuck. She shot up, panicking. She was supposed to be at the art room 20 minutes ago. She jumped out of bed and ran to her closet, searching through it. She grabbed a yellow t-shirt and some shorts and quickly changed into them before slipping on her off-brand crocs and running out of her room.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." Was all she could whisper as she ran through the hall, almost running into multiple people. Everyone was awake now, 8 am was the time OJ went around and woke everyone up. She must've not heard him. Unlucky for her.

She stopped a few feet away from the art room and collected herself before walking in. The scene before her made her stomach drop. Fan and Paintbrush were talking, and you could see Fan blushing. The sight of it made Lightbulb wanna break down. Paintbrush was painting the red-haired boy, who was standing behind the canvas, his phone in his pocket unlike every other time Lightbulb saw him. They didn't even notice she had walked into the room, that's how focused they were on each other. She wanted to puke as she turned and walked out of the door, slamming it. The sudden loud noise had some eyes drift to where she was standing. She just kept walking, hand over her mouth. She didn't stop until she reached her room.

"Hey, Lightbulb! How are-" Test Tube tried to greet Lightbulb. Apparently, she'd entered the room in the short amount of time Lightbulb was gone. Lightbulb cut Test Tube off by slamming the door. Lightbulb walked over to her own bed and collapsed into it, starting to cry.

"Hey, hey! What's wrong?" Test Tube was almost immediately at Lightbulb's side, her tone full of concern. All Lightbulb could get out was gibberish as she laid there, her crying having turned into full-on sobbing. Test Tube sat at the end of Lightbulb's bed, not knowing what to do with her crying friend.

"It's okay Lightbulb, you'll be okay." Test Tube muttered, just loud enough for Lightbulb to hear. She sat there until Lightbulb's sobs had died down a bit.

"Alright, now can you tell me what happened?" Test Tube whispered, trying to not be too pushy but also trying to understand why Lightbulb was upset. "It's stupid." Lightbulb sniffled, her face buried in her pillow. "I'm sure it's not, now, why are you upset?" Test Tube asked again.

"Fine. I saw Painty and Fan hanging out when it was supposed to be ME and Painty hanging out. I got upset even though I was the one who was late." Lightbulb explained while she sat up, her voice cracking. "Well, that's reasonable. I'd be upset too if I were you. Paintbrush should have waited." Test Tube tried to reason, pulling Lightbulb into a hug. Lightbulb didn't protest, and just accepted the hug. After a moment, she felt the tears coming on again, and she clinged onto Test Tube and sobbed. Why was she so upset? She shouldn't be this upset over Paintbrush hanging out with Fan. She shouldn't be sobbing because she saw Fan blush at them one time. Yet the thought that Fan might like Painty... and that Painty might like Fan... it hurt her. It hurt her so much she... she...

She'd rather be dead. She'd rather take all the medicine in her drawer than have to watch Paintbrush and Fan together as... as more than friends. It was a horrible feeling, and she didn't understand it, but it's what she felt. She'd felt more and more attached to Paintbrush over the years, but She'd never paid attention to it. It was how friends felt about each other, right? Yeah. Friends cried over each other. Friends had these thoughts all the time, didn't they? Yeah.

"Test Tube...?" Lightbulb muttered, leaving the strong hug she'd pulled her green-haired friend into to look her in the eyes.

"Hm?" Test Tube tilted her head to the side slightly, a sign she was listening. "I'm sorry." The words slipped out. It was the first thing that came to mind. Apologizing.

"For what?" Test Tube asked, looking confused. "I don't know." Lightbulb shrugged. She really didn't know for what. "I-I'm gonna go to bed." Lightbulb shook her head, trying to rid herself of all the thoughts flooding her head. Test Tube hummed and stood up to let Lightbulb know she understood. Lightbulb laid down and closed her eyes. She didn't really sleep, but she did lay there and drown in her thoughts. She laid so still though, that she tricked Test Tube into thinking that she was asleep. That's what she wanted. She wanted to be left alone right now. She needed to think. She needed so many answers. Why did she feel so... horrible? Paintbrush was her friend, and just that. They would always just be that. So, why did she have a breakdown when she saw Fan and them hanging out? Why did her stomach do flips whenever she was around them? She had so many questions about these feelings. These new, and honestly horrible, feelings.

"Lightbulb, wake up. Someone is here for you." Test Tube's voice lifted her from her thoughts. She opened her eyes. "Who?" Lightbulb groaned, sitting up. "They didn't say. They're at the door." Test Tube shrugged. Lightbulb shrugged and got up, walking out the room and making her way to the elevator.

She thought about who it could be as the elevator descended. She had zero clue, to be fully honest. She grew anxious as the elevator doors opened on the bottom level. What if it was the cops? No, that's silly, they would have broken down her door. She took a deep breath as she walked over to the door.

The person she saw standing at the door made her stomach drop.