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// THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES TALK OF TROPHY X YIN, PAINTBRUSH X YANG, SILVER SPOON X YANG, SILVER SPOON X CANDLE AND SLIGHT SILVER SPOON NEGATIVITY, PLEASE SWITCH OFF OF THIS BOOK IF THESE SHIPS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.
The lights of Hotel OJ blared out in different colours. Loud music blared from the open windows and ajar doors as you could hear a series of commotion causing voices within the main ballroom of the Hotel. There was currently a party going on, the anniversary of Inanimate Insanity ending. Three seasons of it and it finally came to an end. OJ, Baseball and Cabby. The three winners of the popular show - they thrived afterwards, but still kept in contact with the losing contestants by visiting the hotel and throwing parties there every now and then, and it was all a big success.
Now let's see what was going on at this party. There was Knife, who was your stereotypical "bad boy", he was gaming (as per usual) with Pickle, a depressed gamer with extreme trust issues. There was Lightbulb, the penultimate loser of Inanimate Insanity, hitting the dance floor with Fan, the Inanimate Insanity super fan. There was OJ, the overworked hotel owner, and Test Tube, a mad scientist, who were having a conversation about god-knows-what in the corner.
But the main person we're focusing on? Paintbrush. your average non-binary painter, They sat by the food court, holding a red plastic cup in their auburn hands as they stirred the liquid by rotating their hands. They gazed around the party, looking at all the faces they shared so many experiences with.
They licked the tip of their sharp canines before lifting their head up, moving their blonde hair out of the way. They kept to themselves, not really talking to anyone unless they came up to them. And they didn't expect anyone to do so until Silver Spoon strutted up to them. He was elegant, he had luscious grey hair and he always wore the most fanciest suits - Paintbrush was nothing like that. They always wore the baggiest of navy blue cargo pants and a dark grey tank top with their knotty, dirty blonde hair constantly getting in the way of their heavy eyes.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here..." Silver Spoon chuckled to himself as he walked up to the painter, placing his left hand to lean on the food court table whilst his right hand laid on his hip, creasing the hip of his suit.
"Silver, what a 'pleasure' of seeing you." Paintbrush bit their tongue as they spoke, crushing the plastic cup in their hand slightly.
"No need to be so bitter to me, Painty. What did i ever do to you?" Silver Spoon says sarcastically, putting his left hand to his chest.
"Oh i don't know." Paintbrush rolled their eyes. "Maybe you lied to my boyfriend, saying absolute bullshit about how i'm such a 'horrible person' and spreading confidential information I trusted you with to use it against me to steal Yang away from me!" They snapped, pushing their face closer to Silver Spoon's.
"Everything I said was true though, my dear. And I didn't want to 'steal Yang from you' , He just... Oh i don't know... preferred me, a sophisticated and very much attractive young man, over you, a scruffy; disgusting bitch!" Silver cackled, snarling at Paintbrush. "And you could've used Yin as karma, but... Trophy took her before you could, didn't she?" He smirked at the angry Paintbrush.
"Don't spit out any more bullshit than you already do, Silver! Everyone knows how much of a whore you are anyways! You were practically crawling for me in III!" Paintbrush pointed at him, they were pissed. "And you weren't just crawling for me! Everyone in this goddamn hotel knows how much of a simp you were for Candle!"
The entire lobby goes silent, and everyone gazes over at the two.
Awkward silence.
"Well, there's no need to expose me like that, Painty. You're being real hypocritical right now, think about who your best friend was before I got him eliminated in III." Silver Spoon scoffed.
"Just, SHUT UP!" Paintbrush screeched, gritting their teeth and pouring their drink all over Silver Spoon's glamorous suit.
Gasps fill the room as the suit that used to be a shining grey was now a soggy red, Silver Spoon's eyes boil red as he stormed away. Whispers echo the room as Paintbrush looks around, locking eye contact with Yang, who was standing with Yin and Trophy, who looked at them with complete shock.
To be continued...
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