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LOG #1 - 21ST MARCH OF 2023
I rolled out of bed, plopping down on the floor. My glass shattered a bit, but that's okay; I can always get it fixed. I think..
I got up from the floor, walking towards the mirror, holding up a peace sign with my left arm on my hip, smiling.
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"Today's gonna be a good day!" I yelled out in a cheerful tone.
After a couple of minutes of admiring myself, I heard the doorbell rang, immediately running downstairs then towards the door, opening it.
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And there they were, waving at me with somewhat of a smile on their face.
"Hey Lightbulb, I just wanted to stop by and say hi", Painty said, swinging their right leg back and forth and placing their hands behind their back.
I tilt my head, staring at them with a puzzled facial expression. Oh..well..Hi Painty!" I nervously laughed, awkwardly grinning at them. They're here for a reason, right? They never come here unless they're upset or need something.
They stood there for a few minutes until, finally, they broke down into tears.
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"Painty...?" I walked towards them
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"Let's get you inside, Painty." I picked them up by their armpits, taking them inside my house. I set them down, then began to shut the door and lock it.
"We can do fun activities to calm you down! But it's okay if you just need someone to listen to or to cry to." I smiled at Painty, giving them a thumbs up. They then wiped their tears with their hands, staring at me.
"I...okay... I guess I'm up to do something." They stuttered a bit, trying to form words out of their mouth, as I assume their mind must be messy with thoughts.
"We can play games, write, talk, listen to music, or bake. Which ones sound good to you, Painty?"
Painty's eyes widen. "Bake..? Jeez, it's been a while since I baked something."
"So.. baking?" I questioned
"Yeah! Let's bake, lightbulb!" Painty smiled with an excited tone in their voice.
"Baking it is then!"
I rushed over to the kitchen, grabbing the mixer and a big bowl. I then looked in the fridge.
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"Shit...." I whispered to myself, looking inside the fridge and seeing body parts in it, as long as a head with one of its eyes hanging off of the shelf...
