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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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7- Three, Two, One.

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It was around midnight when Test tube
rose, making sure to be quiet as to not
disturb her roommate.
She took a journal out from her desk 
drawer, but something was off..
She noticed the bookmark was on a 
different page than where she had left 
it.
The scientist flipped to the page, 
struggling to read it in the darkness.
"Laboratory, room 3"
It read in royal blue ink.
The handwriting was messy, like it had
been written in a hurry. 
Testtube merely sighed, ripping out the 
page. She might need it for later.
---
She hurriedly walked over to the hotel
elevator, the stairs were closed due to
Paintbrush's fall the other day.
The elevator doors shut with a loud
"BEEP" As Testtube pushed the 'M' 
button.
When she arrived at the main floor,
she was surprised to see somebody still
awake.

                            

                                She nervously waved to OJ as he sat on
                            
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            

                            

                              
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She nervously waved to OJ as he sat on
the sofa, blankly staring back at her.
She held the note behind her back as a
form of instinct.
Her green liquid casting a heavy glow
around the room made it a lot easier
to see. 
She quickly dashed away before he 
could question her being up at this 
hour.
---
She quickly entered the lab code.
She slid down the hatch, carefully 
landing on a pillow preventing her 
from shattering.
She got up and brushed herself off 
before treading down the long lab 
hallway.
"Room 1,"
"Room 2.."
"Aha!"
She pulled out her keyring, 
fumbling for the right key.
She finally found it! Key 3!
She slowly unlocked the door, 
Turning the knob as she peeked inside.
She gasped, smacking her hands over 
her mouth. 
Lightbulb's limp body was draped from 
the ceiling over a satanic symbol.
"W-what..?" 
She stuttered, unsure what to even do..
"Don't you want her back?" 
A familiar voice called, Beckoning
her into the room.
She finally took the step. 
The door slammed shut behind her..
She flinched, the room now being 
mostly pitch black.
"..Hello?" 
She called out, walking around the 
room.
Suddenly, she noticed various candles 
laid out across the floor. She went to 
light them without thinking..
Lightbulb's corpse rapidly twitched,
as if she was having a seizure..
Test tube's eyes widened.
"LIGHTY?"
She yelled, rushing over to Lightbulb's 
seizing body.
As soon as Test tube touched Her,
the twitching stopped. 
It looked like.. She was breathing.
Test tube cautiously unbound her 
friend from the ceiling,
Holding her steady.
She quickly dragged her friend over to 
a guest room in the laboratory.
Nobody should know.. not yet.
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