(ON HOLD) Fury || Inanimate Insanity

Chapter 2

Author's note: I've notice some inconsistencies in my last chapter, so I've decided to explain some of them here. Well, enjoy this garbage fire.

There a really strong storm going on, so everyone had to stay indoors. They either played board games, video games, did chores or sleep. Paintbrush just laid on their bed staring at the ceiling, surrounded by empty tomato soup cans and grocery bags. But hey, at least they weren't the only one suffering.

It's been almost an entire week. Still no sign of recovery. I've done nothing but sleep, stuff myself with disgusting tomato soup, and stare at the ceiling for hours all because of some stupid flu fever virus thing. Oh DEAR GOD when is will this hell end. Endless thoughts went over their head.

Paintbrush could still get up and use the bathroom, but it was an absolute chore to do so. If they could, they could leave the room, but OJ was afraid they were contagious. Which didn't make sense, since no one else has gotten sick for the past five or six days. Soap, Pepper and YinYang were in charge of watching over and caring for the sick contestants, which was an absolute pain in the ass. Having either a germaphobe or a bipolar being as your nurse is enough torture.

There was a sudden knock on the door. Paintbrush expected it to be either Soap, OJ, or YinYang but to their surprise it was actually Lightbulb, being her usual self with her goofy smile and energetic demeanor. This caused Paintbrush to smile a little to seeing their friend.

"Hey Painty!" Lightbulb greeted, keeping her hands behind her holding a surprise. "I brought it a little someone in case you felt lonely..." She stood up on Fan's bed and held up the one and only crab Baxter Simba style, while loudly humming Circle of Life. Paintbrush giggled at the sight of their friend's goofiness.

"Don't worry, I've been taking care of him for you. So you don't worry about a thing." She reassured as she handed Baxter over to the sick object.

Paintbrush sighed and gazed at Lightbulb. "I can't thank you enough." They said in the most relaxed tone ever. Paintbrush sat up at held the crab near their face as it blinked.

Lightbulb grinned and jumped down from the bed onto Painty's, sitting crisscross at the edge. She started to talk about weird phenomenons that happed at Test Tube's lab, but Paintbrush was too occupied playing with Baxter. They continually placed him on their lap and watch them race to the other side of the bed.

"You know I've always wondered," she began. "Why hasn't Tissues gotten sick?" This made Paintbrush stop and give a genuinely concerned look.

"Well, maybe it's because he's always sick to the point he's immune to any other illness or condition that isn't a cold." Paintbrush pondered.

"Don't you mean, condiSHAWN?" Lightbulb joked. This caused Paintbrush to snicker uncontrollably. Although they thought Lightbulb can be kind of a nuisance filled with nonsensical ideas, she also had a kindhearted, reassuring, and wacky attitude that was enough to brighten anyone's day. Man, they both loved having bonding moments like this.

"Well, I gotta go back to Testy's. Maybe she found some miraculous cure to this mess."

Painty was somewhat disappointed but understood their friends intentions.

"Alright." Paintbrush handed over Baxter. "Be sure he doesn't escape the cage unlike last time." They teased.

Lightbulb chuckled at the thought of it and gave a thumbs up.

"No worries, brush full of Paint!" They gave each other comforting smiles as Lightbulb headed towards the door and gently shut it. She sighed as she plopped Baxter back into his glass cage. It was still pouring hard outside, but she needed to head to lab to find out more about the strange illness. She grabbed a raincoat and grabbed Fan who was chilling near the kitchen door while on his phone.

But just as they were about to leave, an ear-piercing, blood-curdling, scream was heard from the second floor, and it was most likely to come from Suitcase. In a flash, everyone, including Lightbulb and Fan, rushed up the stairs and ran down the hall towards what seemed to be Baseball's room. Ahead of the entrance, Suitcase stood there frozen with a pale, horrified expression on her face.

OJ caught up and skidded to a stop near the bedroom doorway. "Suitcase! What the hell happe-" Before he could finish his sentence, he stopped dead in his track with a look of horror as to what he saw.

The room itself was in cluttered with furniture and shattered glass from a mirror. The bed mattress was torn to streds with it's pillows being sliced to ribbons. There was a huge pool of blood near the door with two lifeless bodies laying in the midst. At the very corner of the room, someone was gnawing on a broken floor lamp pipe. They were large and armless, with their feet looking like werewolf claws. It finally stopped and turned around, revealing fully dark red eyes with x's for pupils and sharp fangs poking out of their mouth. That person was none other than the former Grand Slam leader himself.

Baseball.