BAKING WITH PAINTY

LOG #3

LOG #3 - MARCH 21ST 2023

I don't understand, Painty. I did everything I could to save you. I can't do anything right. Remember that cake we baked? I think I put too much of you in it...

"Honestly, this wasn't a bad idea at all! What do you think, Painty?" I stared at them; they weren't moving; they seemed like they were just... frozen in place?

"You have to move on, Lightbulb; you can't keep reliving the same memory over and over again, just hoping for some change to happen"

"Eventually, everything rots, even the objects themselves. The only one who's going to hug you now, the one who's going to have to give you this piece of advice with a slight smile, is you."

"You're alone now, Lightbulb."

Forever Alone.

"Lightbulb? Lightbulb??" Painty said, waving their hand in front of my face.

I didn't respond; no, I couldn't respond. I was speechless, scared, confused—almost every feeling known to mankind—and all I could do was stand there with tears streaming down my face like an endless water fountain.

"I think I'm going to go for a bit." I walked out of the kitchen, walking to the door besides the stairs. It was as if the tone in my voice gone completely monotone.

... I then turned the knob..

The cries and whines of the other objects could be heard, some chained, some destroyed, and some hanging from the loss of their own sanity. I don't feel any sympathy for them whatsoever, and why, you may ask? I don't know.

I walked around for a bit, smiling and waving at the objects that were either dead or tortured. Some of them flipped me off,  I didn't understand why. I'm still providing them with their basic needs like food and water; am I not taking care of them good enough?

After about 10–20 minutes, I was back to my normal self, getting out of the prison like room that was in the stairs.

"Boo!" I stood behind Painty, trying to scare them.

They then turned around, looking at me with a slight smile on their face as they giggled, "Hey, Lightbulb! You alright?"

"Of course I am, Painty! Why wouldn't I be...why...? Why...why...why.....why...??" I place my hand beneath their non-existent chin, holding it

"I don't feel safe around you. I feel like crushing you with my bare hands."

"I want to hurt you, but I don't..."

"You're real, right? You're not just part of my imagination...?"

All they could do was just stare at me as I spoke.

"This is messy, too messy. My thoughts are messy, my mind is messy, and my entire place is messy. I can't think. Why can't I think? This is too confusing for me; I can't do this any longer. I love you so much, yet I don't think I can store all my love for you in my heart." I said, staring at Painty.

"I don't want this to be goodbye."

LOG END - UNKNOWN ???