Sweet Or Sour?

Chapter 9

The picture is your room after painting it. Only the paint scheme.

Just letting you know.

~Liz

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Normal POV:

"Wake up sunshine...WAKE UP!" Suddenly you were yanked out of your comfortable position in the middle of the floor. You glared at the person-or more rather clown, that caused your sudden awakening. You pushed the anger away, keeping your calm. "Hello clown. Do you always wake people up like this? Because if so, we may have some problems." You warned a polite smile on your face. "I expect you two not to get along." The tall person in a tuxedo pointed out, "Follow me child. I must show you your room." "So I'm allowed out?" "Yes child." "What made you change your mind?" "I heard about your assault on my proxy, and your outburst yesterday..." You focused on the carpet as the door swung open. Letting your mind wander into worthless details, as the tall one droned on and on and on! You approximated the height and width of each strand, and how many strands were in the carpet, how soft it must feel. Stuff like that. Mostly to distract your mind from darker memories. "Child." The sudden urgent voice snapped you out of your trance. You looked up to see the clown and the tall man waiting for you. "You need to follow me." You slowly nodded and stepped gently onto the soft red carpet, following the boys in front of you. The carpet was hard with dried up unidentifiable substances. Frowning in disappointment you followed the tall one very closely. You followed until he stopped in front of a door that had the first letter of your first name hanging on a nail. "This is your room." The tall one opened the door. Peering into the room you saw that the walls were a bright pink walls, with fuchsia trim and rug. You groaned lightly at the color...but was grateful for the upgrade. "Thank you. But may I ask, if you have any paint?" The tall one thought for a second before nodding. "Grey, and blue." "May I use them?" The tall one vanished, returning with two buckets of paint. One grey, one blue. And a thousand different paint brushes. "Bloody Painter had some to spare." The tall one answered the questioning clown. Taking the colors and brushes from the slender figured male. They were heavy. You set them down with a grunt. "Thanks." You smiled before shutting the door. You spun looking at the giant grey buckets of paint, some color escaping their dull prison. You smiled as you got an idea, grabbing a brush you started.

~Time Skip~

You heard a loud thud as someone walked in. You looked over only to see a bit of a green shirt, and hear thudding of Ben's small feet run down the stairs. You smirked stepping back observing your work. "Woah...Never thought a girl so violent was so artistic." You wiped your bangs out of your face, staining your forehead with a mix of the slate green and midnight blue. Glancing over at the males standing in your doorway. You bowed slightly in their direction. "Thank you. So what is the reason you have interrupted my painting?" Ben raised a finger as if to say 'I know'. "Slender wants you to get dinner before everyone because he isn't ready for everyone to meet you! Wait...oh crap." Ben whined realizing his mistake. "Well looks like everyone at least knows of my existence!" You giggled out. "So what is your name?" "Oh pardon me, I forget my manners." You set the brush down and looked directly at them, "My name is (Y/n) (M/n) (Middle name) (L/n) (Last name)." You bowed. There was a ripple of snickers as you stood up again. "What is funny?" You asked confused, slightly irritated. The male with a carved smile, and a blood stained white hoodie stepped forward. "Oh nothing, just that you just bowed to a bunch of killers...so you must be a stuck up-" He was interrupted by your laughter. "What's so funny?" The boy asked his fist clenching. "I just think its funny that you don't know anything about me, except my name, and my appearance, and your already trying to assume my personality! For all you know I could be the sweetest killer you'll ever know, or I could be the meanest. One or the other." The boys exploded in "OH"s. You giggled at the white hooded male's look. Irritated and annoyed. "That look suits you!"

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~Liz