Test tube was left speechless watching
their friend react in such a way.
Was it something she said?
"Uhh.. What was that?"
Lightbulb tilted her head in confusion.
"I'm not sure.."
Test tube sighed, dissapointed.
---
Paintbrush stared at the empty
basement walls for a brief minute or so,
trying to comprehend the conversation
they just had.
"God now I'm starting to hallucinate...
Wait.. Wasn't I hallucinating before?"
Paintbrush asked themself.
"My therapist was right I do need help.."
Paintbrush rubbed their eyes as they
shakily rose to their feet.
"But I don't have TIME for help."
Paintbrush walked back towards the
elevator, knowing they had spent too
much time down in the basement.
"OJ's going to talk my ear out about
being gone so long.."
Paintbrush jokingly rolled their eyes as
the elevator kept going up.
*DING*
The elevator rung out as it reached the
resident floor of the hotel.
Paintbrush stepped out, nervously
walking back to their room, dreading
seeing Lightbulb again.
But to their relief, Lightbulb was
nowhere to be found.
Though, Sitting on her bed, deep in
thought was Test tube.
They cringed thinking of how they
reacted earlier. They had to make it up
to her.
Paintbrush slowly approached behind
Test tube, and hesitantly pulled her into
a hug from behind.
"What.. Paintbrush?"
Test tube turned her head to face
Paintbrush, suprised by the hug.
"..Why did you-"
Test tube stopped, inhaling deeply as to
stop herself from crying.
"Why did you run away like that..?"
Test tube faced Paintbrush, her face
with a mixed look of confusion and
sadness.
"Well-"
Paintbrush stopped, thinking of a lie to
tell. There was no way they could tell
Test tube the truth.
"I though she might've been dead with
how long she was missing.. I was so
overwhelmed when I saw her I just
freaked out."
It hurt them to lie to somebody they
love, but this is for their own good.
Test tube wiped some small tears from
her eyes, looking like a burden was
lifted from her mind.
"That's all I wanted to know.. Thank you, Paintbrush.."
"..No problem, Test tube."
---
"Now they're lying to her face? Whoo!
This keeps getting more and more
interesting!"
"Are you.. Enjoying this!? This is
serious! People are dying at their hands
and we're doing nothing!"
"You're right.. We should do something
about them running around and
murdering the residents.."
"We'll stop this.. Permanently."
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False Promise (UNSCRIPTED *FUN*FIC)
FanfictionAh, 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...