Now, this story all started with a punch in the wall and breakfast and a terrible idea went to Mephones head...
Imagine that you were a contestant for season two of inanimate insanity that had endured a depressing season of cries and terror that the...
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(THIS CHAPTER IS BASED ON THE CHAPTER "KNOCKED" )
Entry 004: how great the mind works
PAINTBRUSH POV:
A thought comes to my wooden mind, why couldn't I sleep?
I'm laid back on my bed with my eye covers on but I still couldn't be hinged to sleep.
All I felt is stiffness, not because I'm out of wood; I just feel like this.
I needed to sleep but my mind was ringing like a bell.
Then all of a sudden, I snapped back into the reality of Fans snoring. Yes, his snoring.
Out of all the sounds, I hear his donkey snore of his and so it must be loud enough for me to move.
I get out of my bed to have a clear mind outside the room.
What time is it? 12?
I walk towards the door, feeling suspicious about if I should or shouldn't walk out.
But you know what? I'm not scared to punch anyone who dares to bother me!
Heading towards the hallway, it's dark but quietly calm for me.
*TAP TAP TAP*
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PAINTBRUSH: WHO THERES?
SOMEONE: you don't know me?
PAINTBRUSH: I don't know you, you're obviously in the dark you idiot?
*someone walk-in the area where I could see*
MEPHONE: Who are you calling an idiot?
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What the fuck is that? I mean I know who that is, me phone 4!
But, there's something way different about him, his dark baggy eyes and what happened to his smile?
I bet he breaks every mirror he lays his eyes on.
Mephone is walking toward me, why do I feel like punching him?
Oh crap, is he gonna whisper to me?
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MEPHONE: if you don't say what I exactly want you to say to test tube. Ha, you and your friends are gonna get hurt...
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My heart skipped a beat, after hearing his snarky voice in a scary tone.
Like who just walks up to someone and says that?
Mephone looked back with dark imitating eyes and a grin of confidence, I wanna smear that face away with my damn face.
Who the fuck thinks he is? Wanting to power over me?
But...
That face of his, it's being literal.
Will he hurt my friends?
That thought made me feel a shock wave or something.
Was it fear?
I gave myself a couple of seconds to think of possible things that could happen to my friends.
Like he's the host of the show and he could get away with it!
Hmm.
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MEPHONE: so? What's it gonna be?
PAINTBRUSH: ugh, fine. What do you want me to do Sargent?
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I gave a little sarcastic voice in the word Sargent.
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MEPHONE: .... do you think I'm fucking joking.?
PAINTBRUSH: what? can't take one damn joke?
MEPHONE: ugh, anyways. What I want you to do is somehow get test tube to feel sad about you missing the show.
....
PAINTBRUSH: why would I miss the (interrupted)
MEPHONE: just do what I say. I want you to walk to her door and sob or something. Just to make her feel sad that you missed the show.
PAINTBRUSH: ....alright
MEPHONE: if you don't. Heh.
PAINTBRUSH: I know, I know.
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( MINUTES LATER )
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Walking towards the door and imagining something sad that's able to put tears to my eyes.
Ugh, this is embarrassing, I don't wanna do this, please.
This is for you my friends, and you're one of them test tube!
A sigh came out of my throat, feeling tears falling. I will always want to cry always but never got the time to. However, I didn't wanna cry in this situation.
*knock knock*
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TEST TUBE: what happened?
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She's fucking dumb.
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PAINTBRUSH: *sigh* let me in your room I'll explain...
