fish. (INANIMATE INSANITY FANFIC)

This isn't normal and you know that!

Warning!1!1
cussing !!
blood !!
half of my vocabulary disappeared btw.
(i had limited time to write this one btw. -pip)
(that basically means i had no time to edit)
Paintbrush POV

I woke up, feeling like shit. Everything hurt so much. I rubbed my forehead in pain, trying to get up. It felt like tiny needles were stabbing my neck. The second I touched my forehead, I felt a weird kind of.. goo? on it. I immediately pulled my hand away. My vision was still a bit blurry. Wait- where the hell am I?

I looked up and saw- GAH!- What the fuck? Test tube was standing over me. Why was she doing that!? It scared the hell out of me!

"Gah-! What the fuck, Test tube! You scared me!" I sat up and looked at them. I'm pretty sure this is my room. She didn't say anything and suddenly poked her finger on my forehead, pulling it away and looking at it. "What? Is there something on me?" I rubbed my eyes, which kinda helped my vision.

"There's like a.. substance on you." She touched my forehead again, grabbing more of the... stuff on my forehead. "It looks like paint but I'm not sure what it is." She wiped the stuff off of me and put it in something. I don't know what she put it in, I wasn't focused on that.

I rubbed my bristles. For some reason they seemed.. longer. Also, my head hurt like hell. "I honestly have no idea what happened to you, Paintbrush." She sighed, looking back at me, "Lightbulb just say she found you outside the hotel, on the floor, crying for help. She also said you were coughing up blood and looked as if you were melting." Melting? Is that why my arms were hurting so much? "I don't know why I'm acting so calm. THIS IS A SERIOUS MATTER!" She rushed out of the room, leaving me alone. I could seen her face before she left, she looked distraught.

I laid in my bed. I should probably get up. I need to eat something, I'm starving. I reached for my phone, which I put under the bed earlier for absolutely no reason. It was 6pm. Lots of time have passed by. I tried to get up. I didn't feel any pain in my arms and legs, just my head. I walked and felt something poking my legs. I looked down and saw my bristles.

..Why are they suddenly so long? My bristles dragged on the floor. I have no idea how they grew so much in a few hours- I didn't even know that they could grow! I would cut them shorter but I really don't trust myself. I walked over the the door, about to open it when my bristles suddenly moved and opened the door somehow.

What the fuck. This is probably another weird dream. It felt too real to be a dream. Gah- Paintbrush, stop stressing yourself out. It's obviously a dream. I walked towards the stairs, down into the lobby. Once I entered the lobby, I got a few stares. I ignored them and entered the kitchen. I opened the fridge and looked inside. I saw a carton of eggs that were filled with hard boiled eggs. I remember doing that a day or two ago. I opened the carton of eggs and grabbed one. I walked over to the trash can and cracked it on the counter that was right by it. I peeled the egg and grabbed a salt shaker, putting salt onto the egg. It doesn't taste good without salt.

I bit into the egg and just stared at the yolk while chewing. Suddenly, Lightbulb came into the kitchen, screaming my name. Which made me choke on the egg I had in my mouth. I opened the trash and spat out the egg.

"Paintbrush! Are you okay?- Test tube told me you just woke up!" She ran up to me. I could see the worry in her eyes. I didn't reply and just nodded. I don't know why I just nodded. Nothing is okay- this is- Ugh. I don't even know what to think anymore.

"God! Don't scare me like that! I thought you died! And you know MePhone4 isn't around so he wouldn't be able to bring you back for who knows how long!" She yanked the egg out of my hand and looked at my bristles. "Uhh. What happened to your bristles? Did they grow or something? I didn't know they grew!" She grabbed my bristles and looked at them.

"I honestly have no idea what happened to them. I woke up like this." I took the egg back from Lightbulb before she took a bite. "..I'm not going to question it! Now, give me back the egg." She kept trying to grab it as I held it up in the air, out of her reach. "There's more in the fridge, you know?" I took a bite of the egg as she walked over to the fridge. "Where?" She asked.

"In the fridge." Is she stupid- "Where in the fridge?" .. "In the carton of eggs." I finished the egg. "Which one?" .. I give up. I walked over to the fridge and grabbed the carton of eggs. I opened it and cracked an egg. I peeled it and threw the peelings away in the trash can. I'm not putting salt on it for her. I handed the egg to her and put the carton of eggs away.

"Thank, painty!" She literally shoved the egg down her throat. "Lightbulb! Don't do that! You'll choke!" What was she thinking!? "Sorry, painty." I walked out of the kitchen, leaving her alone in there. I would cut my bristles but it's pretty cool that they can grab stuff! I walked into the lobby, looking for something to do. Pickle was playing a video game on the TV. I'll just watch him do that. I walked over to the couch, sitting on it and crossing my legs and arms. He noticed me sit down and paused his game.

"Hey- paintbrush. Uh.." He looked at my bristles, confused. "Uh.. What happened to your bristles?" .. "I honestly have no idea. I found a glowing ant, squished it. Then, I felt a bunch of pain and couldn't walk. I kept coughing up blood. I basically crawled back to the hotel and Lightbulb found me. I passed out and now I'm here. Also, my bristles can like.. grab stuff? It's confusing and I don't know how to explain it." I have NO IDEA why I'm acting so calm. Shouldn't I be panicking? and why is everyone acting like this is normal? THIS ISN'T NORMAL.

Pickle stared at me for a while, a dumb expression on his face before he turned back to the screen. He unpaused the game and kept playing. My head still hurts.

..

Were the bristles still growing? Are they not long enough? I'm pretty sure I'll need a haircut now. I got up and looked my bristles. They were.. longer than before. It's like a long cape dragging behind me. And guess what? THE PINK WAS STILL THERE. I rubbed my forehead and felt a sticky goo on it. I pulled my hand and looked at the colorful substance. It stuck to my hand and forehead. I put my hand back there and walked back upstairs. I saw microphone leaving the hotel, holding a bag. I don't feel like questioning it.

I walked up the stairs, into my hotel room. I sighed as I walked into the bathroom. I grabbed a wash cloth and cleaned it off of me. Why is everyone acting like this is normal? This isn't normal. This isn't normal. People are always acting like this isn't real. Well, it is real! I don't know what's wrong with everybody and me. I'm pretty sure this is just a dream. A really weird dream that I can feel pain in. Maybe this isn't a dream? Maybe I'm just insane? I don't know.