After lightbulb was x'd paintbrush had not been feeling like themselves at all. lightbulb was their best friend and her death had taken a serious mental toll on them her last words to them rung like a bell in their head over and over, they kept her lifeless body carrying it around to feel like she was still there.
A couple days after ii 17...
Paintbrush woke up their eyes baggy and sunken in. they weakly sat up out of bed looking at lightbulb's body giving it a hug and saying good morning, they then walked off to the bathroom to brush their teeth looking in the mirror their hair was a mess and they always looked on the verge of breaking down now. Paintbrush started the shower and hopped in. It was gonna be a long day...
Stay tuned for Chapter 2 sorry for the short chapter
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shaken up...
Randomafter the events of ii 17 paintbrush has a hard time recovering from lightbulb's death// this is my first story so sorry if it is bad cover will be unloaded later!
