[REQUESTS OPEN] Knickle One-Shots

no requester, just a really self-indulgent piece by me because I love writing the bright lights. they gay as hell. also a tw for talk of homophobia, acephobia, transphobia, and implied s/h

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It wasn't a fact that Knife seemed pretty off from his usual demeanor for the past few days. As one of Knife's closest friends, he noticed something was up instantly.

For one, Knife was far more distant. Well, Knife always tended to be disconnected from people in general, very reserved and not exactly what you'd call the 'social' type. However, it felt like...more, in a sense. Pickle couldn't exactly put his finger on it, but it led him into his second point–Knife was actively avoiding him. It wasn't like they didn't talk, but it was almost like he was actively trying to get out of the conversation by any means; and god, his third point stands, but he always seems to get snappier when he's frustrated about something, and oh boy, a lot of the hotel had already seemed to notice. Even Trophy is giving him space, something he usually wouldn't do unless someone is really in a rut.

His heart couldn't help but worry about him. Heck, it honestly hurt to see his friend with this much pent-up frustration just waiting to explode. He wondered what it could be...

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God, he wasn't sure if his brain would explode first or his eardrums.

Ever since he knocked on the door to Paintbrush and Fan's room, the quartet of Bright Lights practically invaded him in pure curiosity. Well, specifically Lightbulb.

"Golly, Lightbulb, he hasn't even been able to get a single word out yet!" Test Tube said, trying to divert Lightbulb back from invading Knife's personal bubble. The vial dragged her back, Fan looking towards them as he typed on his computer.

"Look, Test Tube's right. Give the guy some space?" Paintbrush said, lightly hugging Lightbulb, to which she returned the favor as the two plopped on their bed.

"Sooooooo–What up, dude?" Lightbulb asked. "If you're here about the diddly doo I borrowed, then-"

"That's not it." Knife said sharply. "That's the last thing I'd ever asked about. Plus you returned it days ago."

Lightbulb's eyes widened as she completely diverted herself from the topic at hand, which led to, of course, everyone else being wrapped up in the furthest things from the subject at hand, whether it be enabling said chaos or trying to divert attention back to what was at hand–that is, until Lightbulb stopped, staring at Knife, almost in a quizzical fashion. Knife couldn't help but shuffle back as she got far closer to him, her eyes filled with clear intention. After a few seconds, it's almost as if a spark shined in her eyes.

"That look, I've seen that twisty, doozy look before." Lightbulb said, smirking.

"You–You're part of the mafia."

Paintbrush furrowed their brows. "The alpha-what now? We don't have time for this nonsense."

"You know what I mean! Test Tube, you get it, don't ya?" Lightbulb asked. Test Tube looked at her, confused. "Lightbulb, I qwerkity don't know what the heck you're talking about." That is...until Fan spoke up.

"Oh my god...he's one of us!" Fan said as his expression went from confused to an instant grin, giving Knife a pat of the back, to which Knife instantly pushed his hand away. It took a second, but Paintbrush and Test Tube slowly realized when Lightbulb whispered it to them. Paintbrush wore a grin, almost.

"Holy shit, we've got a baby gay right in front of us. God, this is exciting." Paintbrush said, overjoyed by this news. Lightbulb approached Knife, laying down next to him. "So, member of the rainbow, huh? Which one?"