this story is trash stop reading it vrah ?

Warnings!
cursing
blood
(i only had like 40 minutes to work on this sorry i rushed lmao- pip)
Paintbrush POV

I laid in bed for what felt like hours. I'm trying to lay in bed for as long as I can until someone bothers me. Once someone needs me, I don't go back to bed. There's no good reason for why I do it. It's just a habit.

After some time, I feel like I've been in here forever. I should check the time. Well, I should but I don't feel like it. Today is actually weird. My head hurts like hell but I'll just ignore it. I grabbed my phone off the side table and checked the time. It's already 11am? I should get up now. If nobody is going to wake me up, I'll wake myself up. Why am I saying that? I was never asleep.

I pulled the blankets off of me. Fan wasn't in here anymore. He was probably forced off of his phone or something. Since i've been laying down for a while, I should brush my bristles. No. I'm not going to. I don't care. Well, I do care I just won't do it. Actually, I'll do it. I got out of bed. My head still hurts so much. I walked over to the bathroom and opened the door. I grabbed a brush and brushed my bristles. My bristles were so tangled that the brush couldn't even go through an inch of it! I grabbed the spray bottle and sprayed my hair. (guys idk how other ppl brush their hair this is just how i brush it- pip)

It made it easier to brush my hair. I sprayed my bristles until it felt like it was soaked. Then, I brushed my bristles. I stared in the mirror, brushing my bristles. Why do they look so fluffy? I don't remember. Once I finished brushing my hair, I went down to the lobby. I need to find something to do. I saw people watching the news on the TV. Why are so many people watching the news? Actually, I don't care.

Well, maybe I do care. I'm going to see what's on the news. I got up and walked over to the TV. There was nothing interesting on it. It talked about a man from Florida who danced naked in a bunch of flames, chanting gibberish. Well, it was interesting. I don't want to watch this. I'm going to take a walk.

It's awfully quiet here. I don't care. I'm going outside. For some reason, I started twitching for a few seconds. It scared me but I don't think anybody noticed. I walked out of the hotel. It was cold. It was empty outside too. I think most people stay inside the hotel. Today is so weird.

Usually, somebody would've talked to me but the only social interaction I've had was with fan and the shower thing. I haven't seen Lightbulb today. I don't care. I started to walk. I would usually walk around the hotel but this time I'm walking away from the hotel. I started to become itchy. I kept itching my arms as I walked further and further away from the hotel. My head started to hurt. I don't care. I'll just ignore it. Well, I've been doing that the whole time. I could barely keep my eyes open as I walked further and further away.

I yawned every few seconds as I walked away from the hotel. I turned around and I realized how far I walked. I should go back. Actually, I'm just going to walk farther away. I kept walking. Maybe I'll just sit down for a second or two. I sat on the grass. It made my skin even more itchy but I'll ignore it. I laid on the grass and looked up at the sky. Maybe I shouldn't look at the sky. It hurts my eyes.

I'm going to stay here for a little bit until I go back to the hotel. I stopped looking at the sky and laid on my side. I saw a few ants. Whenever they came close to me, I would move a little further away from them. Suddenly I saw something weird. A glowing ant? I really want to grab it. I'm honestly not going to question it. I'm probably just seeing things.

It's probably fake but I'll grab it just to check. I grabbed the ant and felt a bunch of pain in my head and arms. I screamed in pain. Which was weird, since I wasn't in pain all day. What the fuck? I started to cough up blood. It was so fucking painful. Coughing up blood was not a good feeling. Seeing my own blood disgusted me. I tried to slow my breathing and get up but everything was so painful. I can't do this.

Suddenly, I saw some people at Hotel OJ, looking around for something. I need their help. I can't move, my body was in too much pain. I felt like I could pass out any second now. I stopped coughing up blood for a few seconds and was able to move for a bit until the pain came back. I can't do this forever. I need help- I need to get back to the hotel. I tried my best to get up and walk. But, I couldn't. I crawled over to the hotel. It wasn't fast but it was the best I could do.

I was atleast halfway there to the Hotel when I felt a sudden surge of tiredness. Is this what I get for staying up last night? Suddenly, I felt something on my back. I can't check now, I need to get somebody to help. I screamed out for help. I'm pretty sure people could hear me. I was close enough, I think. I coughed up more blood. I couldn't move. My whole body froze.

I was covered in my blood and sweat. I kept crying for help. Suddenly, I saw somebody look outside the hotel. They looked at me in horror. I don't like how they looked at me.

"Painty!?" Lightbulb ran up to me, helping me up. "What happened to you!?" They looked at me in worry. I couldn't even think.

I tried to respond but-

Lightbulb POV

(this was like a few minutes before lightbulb came outside lolz)

I was eating a breakfast that Paper made. He made pancakes and bacon! Usually, Paintbrush would make me breakfast since Paper made food that I didn't like. But, today he made pancakes and bacon! Which is something I like. I haven't seen Painty all day, which is weird. I'll probably- wait what was that? I heard screaming coming from the outside. Well, atleast I think it's coming from outside. It's probably coming from the TV. The person who was crying for help sounded oddly familiar. They sounded just like Paintbrush? That's.. weird? I got up and looked outside. I saw paintbrush, on the floor, crying for help. They looked different. They were covered in blood, coughing up blood at the same time. And their bristles seemed.. longer? also, their arms and legs looked as if they were melting. Is this another weird dream?

"Painty!?" I ran up to paintbrush, trying to help them up. "What happened to you!?" I helped them up. This feels so real. I don't look this. They tried to respond and suddenly passed out in my arms.