@#%^*4/'5 been acting.. strange lately? And some contestants are going missing.. I wonder what's wrong..?
This is a story similar to ALL the other 'Experiment' stories! But there's ONE difference, if you couldn't tell in the title, SOMEONE is a CANN...
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PAINTBRUSH POV:
The hall is.. dark?
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Too dark for my liking, I looked around hesitantly, I could hear a faint noise in the background of the dripping of water and the pitter of my steps. It sounded like a... chewing noise.?
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I could hear it growing louder, I turned a dark corner to see—
My eyes jerked open as I quickly sat up on my bed. I was sweaty and my breath was short and fast. 'Ugh.. that, stupid dream again?' Lightbulb growled, still laying in bed across the room. 'Mhm, it aggravates me the more I have it...' I replied, rubbing my eyes as I sat up more on my bed. 'Just go back to sleep.. I'm tired still.' Lightbulb groaned. Yawning afterward. 'I mean.. it's not surprising.' I said, rubbing my hand through my bristles. Lightbulb let out a small yawn before dozing off again. I gently laughed.
I got up out of bed and stretched. Nothing better in the morning than having a nice stretch before you start the day. I quietly walk out of me and Lightbulbs room, then slowly shutting the door.
'What time is it?' I ask myself, looking up at the clock on the hotels walls. '3:04am' I repeat. 'Now that I'm out of bed I may as well get a glass of water or something..'
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(UPDATED ON 05/08/2023‼️)
I walk through the hallway, it was dark. Darker than normal.
I reach the kitchen and I grab a glass, I look down tiredly and I begin filling up my glass with the tap. My throats rather dry.. The glass is filled to the brim and I quickly chug it down, once finished I placed the water in the sink to be washed. 'If I have to wash up in the morning I'm going to go mad.' I silently giggle to myself as I begin to creep back to my room.
'It's cold tonight.' I say to myself, my hand grabbing my other arm. Before I yawn again.
I stop.
...thud.
'What's that noise..?'
I turn around, nothing.
The noise was still occurring. They were footsteps. But they sounded.. different.? They sounded... lighter? I turn around and walk back to the kitchen and I investigate the room. 'Where are those stupid steps coming from?'
They suddenly stop after my words, and I feel a cold shiver down my back, as if someone's breathing on me, standing directly behind me. I'm frozen in my place.
'Uhm.. who are you?' I mumble, sweatily standing as this other.. "object" breathes down my back. 'I would appreciate if you didn't breathe down my back moron.' I hissed, attempting to get this "object" away.
I felt something on my arm, a sting, I look down and realise I've been stabbed by a syringe with something in it, 'What the— What are you doing..!?' I felt myself get weaker, it was hard to stand now.. my legs wobbled trying to hold my weight, I also began to feel more tired than before.
'What...the.....' I manage to spit out, before everything turned black, I heard a familiar voice say, 'Rest well Painty~'
Before my vision faded into utter darkness.
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