BLOOD ARTIST

3 ~ Lies.

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MY WRITING MAY BE BAD BECAUSE I'M BAD AT WRITING OR I'M RUSHED

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[NARRATOR'S POV]

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"AAAAAHHHH!!!" Fan screamed. Test Tube, his only best friend, is dead. His only friend is gone with her blood removed...

"What's wrong Fan? I'm just-" "KILLING MY FRIEND!!" Fan interrupted as tears are running out from his eyes.

Paintbrush make a soft smile "Oh Fan... I'll never do that!" They lied. They look at Fan's eyes creepily, picking the knife on the bloody table. Fan was scared of Paintbrush make the same thing as they did with Testy.

"I- I have to warn the others-" Fan tried to walk off, but Paintbrush picked Fan's arm with force, he feels pain washing over him, there is no escape now...

Paintbrush's soft smile turned to a blank expression, as they slowly point the knife into his neck "How dare you blaming your friend like that... you truly don't understand..." they muttered

"YOU'RE A MONSTER, PAINTBRUSH!!" Fan screamed even more... he felt so much despair. "Y-YOU KILLED MY FRIEND AND... AND NOW YOU WANT TO K-KILL ME!?!? I HATE YOU!!"

Paintbrush didn't hesitate but make a grin and shut Fan's mouth with a finger. They cut his neck slowly and Fan hissed in pain "Oh Fan... I don't want to kill you, art is more important than killing, isn't it?" Paintbrush said as they get closer to the fan. "You're telling too much lies...!" Fan murmurered.

Paintbrush giggled "I was out of red paint while I was bringing paintcans for you two, so I decided to make new ones to grow it..."

"You're SICK." Fan said while making a worrying face, still crying.

Paintbrush can't yell at him because he's the only one who makes everything wrong and he needs to be fixed mostly...

And then they realized what are him and Test Tube are doing, it's the only right thing they're making. Maybe they can make Fan refresh his memory, can't they?

"wasn't you supposed to save me?"

Paintbrush whispered, making Fan snapped out. His pain felt lighter, slowly and slowly until they let go Fan's arm and make him fall. Like a killer influencing the victim...

Fan felt worried about them, and Paintbrush just stare at him blankly "I think it's over." Paintbrush whispered while they picked a bucket with bloody 'paint'.

They walked to the exit, but before they go... "I thought we were friends, but now, you're trying to make me worse...!"

"I-" 

"No more talking. Feel free to think for a bit, we will decide if I'll kill you or not. tomorrow..."

Paintbrush left the laboratory and closed the exit. Fan just... feels strange. An useless object.

What should he do?