"You look a bit more.. Scared than I was anticipating.."Test tube raised an eyebrow
Paintbrush simply stared at the figure
seemingly of Lightbulb in their room.
"H- how.. How are you.. Here.."
Paintbrush clutched their head in their
hands tightly, shaking as they broke
down in tears.
Lightbulb just stands still in the
doorway as Paintbrush finally breaks.
"Paintbrush..? You alright..?"Test tube slowly approached
Paintbrush as they shook violently.
"Stay.. Away from me..!"
Paintbrush pushed back as Test tube
came closer to them, Running out of the
room and farther into the hotel.
"What was that about?"
Lightbulb questioned after seeing
Paintbrush's meltdown.
Test tube stood silent, trying to
comprehend what had just happened.
---
Paintbrush once again found
themselves on the elevator heading
down to the basement..
What was wrong with them?
Why were they repeating the past?
There were so many questions that
flooded through their head..
It was too much. They needed to hide.
The elevator dinged as it reached the
basement floor.
Paintbrush walked out of the elevator
and almost collapsed on the floor due
to how nauseous they were.
"How.. How is she here.."
Paintbrush curled up on the floor in
panic, stuck in a loop of questions.
Just then, A high pitched voice rang out
from the dark of the basement.
"You done down there?"
Paintbrush directed their vision to
where it was coming from, but their
eyes were too blurry from the tears.
"Who said that.. Who are you!"
Paintbrush shouted in a fit of confusion.
"Let's just say you know me. And I
know a LOT about you, Paintbrush.."
The voice spoke.
"Like the two attempted murders you
commited just a few weeks ago.."
Paintbrush's eyes widened at the words
that were spoken to them.
"But.. How?"
Paintbrush was almost too tired to
question, but this was important.
"All you need to know is.. Plan your
moves carefully, Paintbrush. We'll be
there.. Remember that."
And in an instant, the voice was gone.
Leaving Paintbrush in a spiral of
confusion.
---
"Don't you think telling them was a bad move?"
"No, no. It was a good call."
"If you're sure then... Alright.."
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False Promise (UNSCRIPTED *FUN*FIC)
FanficAh, Paintbrush. Such a noticeable, likeable person! Sure, they get angry a lot, but that's not who they are. Sure, they may yell a lot, but it's not their fault! Sure, they may have (PROHIBITED) somebody, but then again, it's all just fiction. no...