Freedom...? ( A Inanimate Insanity Fanfic ) (BEING REWRITTEN)

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Knife's POV

That worthless jock thinking he is all high and mighty, but he truly is the weakling. I walked to my room, as I was about to open my door guess who shows up? LightBulb, I see her skipping towards me. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot. "Hey Knife, so how did that fight happen...?" She asked out of curiosity. "Wow, you actually want to know how it all went "down'" I said in a bored tone. "Yep!" She said happily, as she bounced up and down. I rolled my eyes, as I opened my room door, letting her in. 

As she walked in she automatically sat on my bed. I closed the door behind me and just stared at her. "Uh, what are you doing on my bed...?" I questioned. "Oh, uh sorry! I'll sit on the floor then." She said a bit guilty, as she was about to get up, I quickly said. "No it's fine, just wondering.." I said trying not to see her upset. I sat next to her as I started to explain to her how the argument happened.

Paintbrushes POV  

I haven't seen LightBulb in a while, so I went to ask TestTube and Fan. "Hey guys, have you seen LightBulb anywhere?" I asked a bit worried. "Well, I seen her skip upstairs, maybe go talk to Knife." TestTube answered. "She did say she wanted to know what cause the argument." Fan piped in. "Okay thanks guys!" I said, as I walked upstairs, hoping that I could talk to her about something private..