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False Promise (UNSCRIPTED *FUN*FIC)

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Ah, Paintbrush. Such a noticeable, likeable person! Sure, they get angry a lot, but that's not who they are. Sure, they may yell a lot, but it's not their fault! Sure, they may have (PROHIBITED) somebody, but then again, it's all just fiction. no...

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5- Who's there?

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"Hmm..?" 
Paintbrush groaned as they awoke in the hotel infirmary.
There were sirens blaring from outside.. They hurt The Artist's ears.
They quickly lifted themself off of the stiff mattress, only to regret it.
Their head was spinning.. They felt nauseous. So nauseous that it hurt..
They fell to their knees, wrapping their arms around their stomach.
Suddenly,
"HHRK..!"
They covered their mouth with their hands, trying desperately not to vomit..
As soon at they failed to do so, 
A large gang of hospital workers flooded the room.
Examining the frail body of microphone. Still alive, but comatose.
Paintbrush couldn't believe she was alive, honestly. 
They thought they did well.
Surprisingly, all of the nurses failed to notice Paintbrush hunched over on the floor.
They cautiously carried Microphone away.
Paintbrush slowly picked themself up onto their feet, walking towards their conjoined room.
When they opened the door, Test tube 
was sitting down on her bed, reading.
"Oh! Paintbrush! Welcome back."
She smiled warmly.
Paintbrush knew they didn't deserve such a smile after what they had done.
They simply flopped onto their bed, silently crying..

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2:04 AM:
Paintbrush awoke with a jolt.
They hurriedly looked around,
Test tube was already gone.
They sighed, reaching for their medication.
"Painty~ oh paaainntyyyy~" 
A familiar voice rang in their ears.
"..W- Wh-"
Paintbrush began to stutter as they got up, tracing the voice.
Suddenly, They saw it.

                            

                                L1g#tb-lb giggled, It was as if she was TRYING to torment paintbrush
                            
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            

                            

                              
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L1g#tb-lb giggled, It was as if she was TRYING to torment paintbrush.
She wrapped her arms around the artist. ..Her hands were freezing.
"..Lighty?" 
Paintbrush managed through tears.
"-. --- - / . -..- .- -.-. - .-.. -.-- --..-- / -... ..- - / -.-- --- ..- / -.. --- -. .----. - / -.- -. --- .-- / - .... .- -"
L1g#tb-lb began to laugh manically..
And just as suddenly as she arrived, 
She disappeared.
Paintbrush stumbled over to their bedside table, Taking their various medications down with water.
They knew there was no chance of going back to sleep, so they made their way to the art room.
They decided to lock the door just incase.
Paintbrush carefully opened the closet,
And was immediately hit with a rotten stench.
They plugged their nose, making their way deeper into the storage closet.
And what they saw made their blood run cold..



Lightbulbs corpse was gone.













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