After a horrible event occuring around Hotel OJ, there's a very long path of recovery ahead.
Though for some, it's harder than meets the eye. And sometimes, they rush it too quickly.
'Inanimate Insanity Invitational,' Mephone's new show, holds open many doors. Some a little more complicated than others.
Recovery is different for everybody.
Sometimes, it's meeting someone.
And sometimes it's trying to take back something you rightfully own.
Paths are laid for everybody--, throughout the season;
And after it.
(READ HOTEL OJ: BEHIND THE SCENES FIRST!! THIS FIC IS A SEQUEL!!!!!!)
TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS FANFICTION!!! PLS READ!!!
Suicide, Suicidal thoughts, tendencies & ideation
Self Harm of many kinds
Character death & canon compliant character death
(Past character death + heavy descriptions of gore)
Content surrounding mental health issues such as depression, anxiety disorders, Borderline personality disorder, easting disorders & more
Past & present abuse, child abuse, alcohol abuse & drug use
Violence & heavy topics (Guns, weapons, etc.)
Homophobia, Transphobia, sexism & discrimination as a whole
[Some of these warnings, as of the present time - first of march 2024, dont apply yet as the fic is unfinished, updates will be made, thank you]
After MePhone4 mysteriously dissapeared, the remaining contestants were sent back to Hotel OJ.
People picked up new interests, Fan became a famous internet blogger, Suitcase and Balloon became detectives, Test Tube continued her science experiments, ect ect...
But what about Paintbrush?
That *is* who this story is about, is it not?
Yes yes, of course. How would we forget our beloved Paintbrush, famous across all of the seasons of II.
What happened to them?
Well, they started an art class, every wednesday they would help their students get better at painting.
But soon enough, they found a new interest.
Finger Painting.
They loved how much control they had, they loved how easy it was to glide their finger against the canvas.
One day, they accidentally spilt some blood onto their canvas.
They tried to rub it away, but.. It felt good. Even better than paint.
They loved the feeling of the blood against the canvas, rubbing into it and creating an amazing picture.
How could they not like it?
But they couldn't use it again, they could use a substitute.
And so they would.
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ah yes, im better at writing now
how did that happen?
idk lmao
since im better at writing i thought, why not rewrite my most popular book? its not like its ahha
its not like ive got 3 other things to do
so yeah finger paintings reboot was born
also the death orders might be a little different
giggles
Also i will not be making a reboot of revival (unless its highly requested). The ending to this is going to be very different, and will not need a second story. Thank you :)
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THIS IS A REBOOT OF THE FINGER PAINTINGS STORY ON MY ACCOUNT, THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING IMAGERY
BLOOD
SCREAMING
DEATH
POISONING
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
VOMITING
SELF HARM
ALCOHOL USAGE
SEX JOKES (like a lot of them)
AND MUCH MORE.
IF THESE TOPICS BOTHER YOU IN ANY WAY, PLEASE DO NOT READ. THANK YOU.
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CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME, THEY BELONG TO ANIMATIONEPIC ON YOUTUBE.