Murder at Hotel OJ

Chapter 2

Paper knelt next to OJ, bawling.
"Omga..." Lightbulb said in shock.
"Wha- what happened?" Paintbrush asked.
"I don't know," Paper sobs.
Knife groaned and looked at Paintbrush, "You were given the role of detective, look for clues and interrogate! Got it! I'm bad cop, you're good cop!"
"Wait, I thought you weren't playing!" Lightbulb said.
"Look at him, Lightbulb!" Knife growled, "he's not pretending!"
"I-"
"Do you even understand the dangers of this situation!"
Lightbulb ran away crying. Knife realized he screwed up.
"Lightbulb, wait!" Paintbrush shouted, following her.
Knife looked at Paper, who was still crying.
"I doubt you did this..." Knife said, "Even in my jerk ass heart, I know."
Knife left the room as Paper continued to mourn.

Lightbulb ran out into the garden. She falls to her knees and sobs. Bomb saw her and approached. He tried to comfort her, unsure what was going on. Paintbrush arrived a short time later, Baxter in hand.
"Hey, I brought you your emotional support crab," they said.
Lightbulb gasped happily, "Baxter!" she said cheerfully.
She grabbed the small red crab, who proceeded to pinch her.
"Ah!" she laughed, "I love you too."
Bomb looked at her.
"W-what's g-g-going on?" he asked.
Candle approached, worried.
Paintbrush sighed and explained everything to them.
Candle puts her hands to the sides of her head.
"What's wrong?" Lightbulb asked.
"Someone committed an act of betrayal... but who is unclear," Candle said.
"Well, before we go, we're gonna look around for clues first," Paintbrush said.
"Be my guest, I have nothing to hide," she said.