Wild

1.

      Nobody's P.O.V

      A wooden brush was pacing in circles in their backyard with strong boredom. They stopped and sat down in the soft, spiky grass and humpfed with annoyance.
      "I'm booooreed," they whined. They rested their cheek ontop of their palm and look around, outside the boundaries of their yard. A sudden idea struck them.
      The brush stared at the Inanimate Forest, which was near their house, with hesitation and foolishness.
      Paintbrush, are you insane? You can't go in there alone! Bring someone with you! they thought.
      They got up and ran back inside their house. Paintbrush rushed upstairs, into their room, and grabbed their phone and dialed a number.
      Sitting down on the brush's bed, Paintbrush held the device close to their ear and waited. A voicemail spoke and they sighed.
      "Lightbulb would be the only one to come with me. The rest of the team are scaredy-cats," Paintbrush muttered to themselves. They set the phone on the night stand and headed downstairs and out the front door, knowing that the forest wouldn't have service.
      Fumbling in their pockets after they shut the door, Paintbrush sighed with annoyance and groaned.
      "Shit, forgot my keys again." they said aloud. Paintbrush went back inside and grabbed the keys off the counter, shut the door, and locked it. Shoving their hands into their hoodie pockets, along with the keys, Paintbrush headed towards the forest with a huff and a puff, their golden hair flowing behind them.

Paintbrush's P.O.V

      Around twenty to thirty seconds passed and I was already surrounded by tall, looming trees. I looked over my shoulder and saw more trees. Great! I was already starting to regret this and there was no exit out. I could either get lost, or get lost in this stupid forest. I'm such a dumb bitch.