Fan POV:
I went back to my room with Paintbrush in an attempt to comfort them too, I opened the door
to find them crying themself to sleep, my expression softened as I heard them sob, I sat on the edge of their bed as I hugged them, rubbing their back in a circular motion to soothe their crying. "Look, Im sure she'll be fine.." I spoke as I tried to reassure them with my words as they continued to cry. I ran my fingers through their hair as I kept my other hand on their back. I shushed them as I continued to comfort them, after an hour or so, they fell asleep. I put them down as I walked out the room to see if Test Tube had any luck with comforting Lightbulb. I went to her underground laboratory as i looked for her. She was still comforting Lightbulb, the rejection sure did take a toll out of her. I sat beside them as Test Tube was comforting her, telling her everything would be fine once she moved on, I watched as she comforted her in a soft spoken voice, rubbing her back in a soothing way. Dang, Paintbrush did mess up badly. I said to myself as I just watched her. After an hour or so, she had calmed down and was now just sniffling. It was now 2:34 PM in the afternoon, I went back into Hotel OJ to see if Paintbrush had gotten Baxter back from her.Narrative POV:
About 2 weeks later, Lightbulb was moving on but she seemed like it was hard for her too, especially if the friendship changed. She just stayed in her room all day with Baxter, refusing to give him to Paintbrush, she just stayed in bed all day only getting up to eat. She was basically drained. She would only eat a small bit of the food, sometimes she just skipped her meals and slept in her room.
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Rule #6
FanfictionRule #6-Don't fall in love with your best friend. This is an ANGST! Contains depression, self harm and scu!c!d3. Reader is advised.