WAR||INANIMATE INSANITY FANFIC||BEING REWRITTEN

"Giving up?"

(MENTIONS OF SMALL SENSITIVITY OF WOMAN CHERRYS)

aintbrush saw Suitcase. Normally, they never had been this.. Mad before. Or sad before. But noting else. No sadness, no remorse, no hope, no purpose. But there was one thing. Anger.

They felt.. Angry.

They charged up, and burst at her. Knives, axes, guns, anything sharp or could be used as a weapon.

Giggled and giggled.

Even her laugh was ugly and sickening to Paintbrush. Disgusted.

Paintbrush had enough with her shit. Tears, no remorse, no purpose.

"Your lungs will literally be filled with your own blood if you dont surrender. Eh, who needs surrender when i can just.."

*GUNSHOT*

A loug gunshot boomed through her wrist. They only shot her for a warning.

"that was a FUCKING warning, dumbass. Did you not see the gun? Blind bitch."

"Some-..one.. ou-ght to fight.. b-back.. You dont end up LIKE-lik-e her, dont..- you? Maybe you-r friends.. too-." She said weaklessly.

"Giving up?" Paintbrush shot her again. This time, it was shot in her chest, well near it.

She flinched and shaked. She was sensitive there..

"I wonder how you arent screaming at this point. And you should be dead."

They shot her forehead with their last bullet. She still didnt die. Though, every shot was the feeling of more lack of breathing. She tried to keep breathing. She couldnt move any of her stinging bloodied chest and wrist. She tried to attack with her left arm with a knife she found on the floor, but before she could stab paintbrush, missing her stabs, until-

And then a sudden shot shot her in the head, giving the final blow. It was Soap, standing on top of a building.

Then, Suitcase finally took her last words.ehee..haha.. -ll see you in HELL. ""

And then she took her last breath.

And then she was no more.