Hotel of horrors

chapter 3

"come on painty~~ he won't notice!" Fan nagged Paintbrush. "For the last time, no. Also, don't call me painty." paintbrush sighed, sounding very irritated. "I swear! he won't mind! He's too busy being a huge sourpuss." Fan kept nagging paintbrush.
"Why do you wanna do it anyway?" Paintbrush looked at fan. "The world needs answers." Fan holds up his phone in paintbrush's face. "Besides, I told my blog you would do it and I would Livestream it" paintbrush started to get a little mad. They took the phone out of their face and glared at fan. "Why me?!" They complained. "Because you're tall. If he were to attack you, you would easily destroy him since he's short" fan replied, typing something on his blog. "And what will I get out of this? A golden star?" Paintbrush passive aggressively replied. "You can get that clout! Trust me when I say it's all over town." Paintbrush didn't like the idea. He was less interested every minute. Fan looked back up from his phone and pouted. "Pleaaase! Do it for me!" "No". "Why not? You wanna disappoint everyone?" Fan kept begging. "Wanna disappoint lightbulb?~" the last remark fan made immediately made paintbrush change their mind. They weren't the type to do 'huge stunts' or be the one to impress others, but the thought of making lightbulb happy changed their mind. They fidgited  in their spot. ".... fine! Just for lightbulb tho.." fan smiles and jumped in joy. "Yay! Let's do it at mm..7. when OJ's supposed to eat dinner." Paintbrush shrugged. "What am I supposed to do exactly?" They asked. "your gonna just..hm..look around his room until you find something. You'll know it when you see it!" Fan giggled like a kid up to no good. "Fine. No Livestream tho!" Paintbrush rolled their eyes. Fan frowned for a second, looking down at his phone. He sighs. "Fine."

~3 hours later~

OJ went out his dark room and went down the stairs. It was time. Fan peeped his head back in his room and nodded to paintbrush. "Coast is clear."  Paintbrush nervously got up and walked out the room. They've never done this kind of stuff before. They walked out the room and went in the the eery hallways. It was silent. It was like they were in a movie. Their palms sweated and they shaked slightly. As much as they tried to remain positive, their mind could only think of the worst. They continued to walk down the long hallway and going up cases of stairs. After 3 cases of stairs, and 2 long hallways, paintbrush reached OJ's room. They sweated even more. Their breathing was heavy. They looked behind their shoulder one last time and slowly turned the golden nob. The door creaked. They went inside the dark room. It had a funky smell. The smell of a sweaty boys locker room, or a dumpster. Paintbrush slowly closed the door behind them  and flicked on the switch. It was bad. The floors were littered with garbage everywhere. The wallpaper was stained and torn. There was cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling and there was dead mice and flies scattered here and there. Paintbrush looked at the room in disbelief. "Was OJ hiding something? Was it that bad?" They thought. They suddenly remembered why they were there and they started to looked around. They started with the drawers. They opened all if them so they wouldn't make so much noise in the process. They went through a lot of notebooks and the usual office supplies. Staplers, sheet paper, printer paper, paper clips, and pencils were just scattered everywhere. Paintbrush looked at the second drawer. It was empty besides some old Polaroids and a scuffed album. Paintbrush was still curious. Nothing was clicking. It all seemed normal, besides a VERY messy room. Paintbrush looked in the third drawer. They're eyes widened wide at to what they saw. The drawer was filled with weird smelling candles, and had a very thick book with no lable. The candles were an ugly greyish-white color, while the texture was waxy. Not the normal candle wax, but a more of an animal skin. It felt like leather. The candle was also chunky and chipped. It looked like someone was biting and throwing the candles. Paintbrush put the whack candles down and started to scavenge for other things. They found some weird looking crystals. They were colors like bright green, a random red, a purple, and an obnoxious teal. "Mabye he has a thing for..making homemade candles and crystals?" Paintbrush tried to find a logical explanation. They kept staring at the crystals thinking, until something red caught his eye. It was a bright redish-maroon color. In between. It was labeled something in yellow tape. Paintbrush set down the crystals. When they were about to grab the jar of red liquid, the door opened. Paintbrush turned their face towards the door. It was OJ, and he looked PISSED. he slammed the door shut and locked it behind him. Paintbrush panicked. "O-OJ!" Theyre eyes shot wide open. They quicky got up and backed themselfs into the corner of the wall. OJ walked towards the paintbrush and grabbed a hammer. Paintbrush's heart raced. "I'm sorry! It wasnt my idea!" Paintbrush kept stuttering and sweated rapidly. They're heart raced. OJ just ignored paintbrush and kept walking towards him. Paintbrush was trapped. "crap crap crap crap craaaaap!" They thought. "OJ! I can explai-" before paintbrush can finished, the fruity beverage swung and bashed paintbrush's face in, leaving tiny pieces of wood fly in multiple directions. There was a giant dent. Blood was pouring everywhere. The dent was in between paintbrush's eyes, and above they're mouth, an area where a nose would usually be. OJ looked down at the helpless paintbrush screaming, holding their face, kneeling down. He chuckled. "Nosey much?" OJ kept swinging at the bloody paintbrush until the screams stopped. The planks of broken wood were in a pool of blood. Dented metal stayed put on a big peice of wood. Yellow strains of hair was scattered all over the place, some were orange due to the blood. OJ put down the hammer and grabbed a black garbage bag. He put all the peices of bloody metal and wood in the garbage bag, and cleaned his face. He hid the bag under his bed and put some candy wrappers and dirty blankets over the pool of blood. Nobody saw paintbrush for the rest of the night.