"Paintbrush has been in there awhile... I
hope they're alright!"
A short salmon colored object
exclaimed to his visitor friend, Suitcase.
"Hm.. I don't hear them in there.. Try
the doorknob."
Suitcase suggested.
When &4\\00¡ opened the door though..
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There was a.. Problem.
The blood dripped from the walls and
spread across the floor as Lightbulb laid
there, lifeless.
She was split in half.. It looked like
brute force was used.
They wanted to run.. To tell someone..
But they were frozen in place staring
at the corpse of Lightbulb.
"Holy shit.... Is that.."
Balloon nearly choked on his words
whilst Suitcase stayed silent.
Balloon took a breath, taking out his
camera and snapping a picture of the
scene.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT..!"
Suitcase yelled before being hushed by
Balloon
"Keep it down! The killer could be near
here!"
Suitcase looked down at the floor,
Trying her best to ignore the blood.
While Suitcase was still in shock, Ballon
had already discovered the culprit.
Ballon noticed a strand of blonde
bristle in the blood pooling around
Lightbulb. He picked it up and placed it
in a plastic bag.
"I'd better keep this just incase.."
He muttered, still a bit shocked.
"Let's just get out of this room.. Okay?"
Suitcase pleaded.
"Fine.. Let's go."
Balloon shut the art room door, Quickly
making his way back to his room to
contemplate.
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(I KNOW THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT BUT LIKE UHH.. TOO DAMN BAD!! YOU GET WHAT YOU GET)
CZYTASZ
False Promise (UNSCRIPTED *FUN*FIC)
FanfictionAh, 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...
