Insanity (Inanimate Insanity)

Testtube anxiously walked back to the hotel. She reburied Soap and Suitcase and left. She needed to get to her room and think.

She quickly made her way to her room. Trying her damnedest to avoid people.

As she walked down the hall, to the elevator. Her room was on the second floor. She caught view of a figure using the back door. They dragged something heavy behind them.

Testtube shivered and nearly gagged. She knew who that was and what they were dragging.

She ran to the elevator.

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Paintbrush needed to get rid of the body. They remember there being a little pond somewhere out in the woods.

First they got a spare trash bag from one of the cabinets. Surprisingly they had a lot of good supplies for murder in the art room. They did a lot of activities in there.

They shoved Baseball in the bag and prepared to hull it out the door. The bag began to leak a little, but not enough for Paintbrush to notice.

Thankfully there was no one outside at the time. They dragged Baseball's corpse to the lake.

Then they heard something behind. Not wanting to make the same mistake twice, they made sure to finish the job before running away, and pushed Baseball in the water.

As they walked back they increasingly got more and more paranoid. 'What made that noise? Was it a person? Did they see me? Are they gonna tell?'

As they exited the forest, they saw someone. Trophy with his camera. If it was him, he could have a photo of the event. And Paintbrush can't have that.

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"What are we gonna do?" OJ asked his husband.

"I don't know.... MePhone? Any ideas?" Paper asked.

"No. Well, maybe..... no..."

"Come on, anything helps." Paper gave an encouraging smile.

MePhone sighed, an exhausted sigh. "We could.... call someone?"

"Oh yeah.... Who?" OJ asked the former host.

"I have an idea."

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"Hey Trophy. What are you doing?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, freak." Paintbrush gritted their teeth at the insult. Though they were already use to the name calling, but it still hurt.

After a beat of silence, Trophy answers the question. "Just taking photos." Trophy, with help from Soap, was trying to be nicer. It was a work in progress.

"Can I see?"

Trophy shoved them a little, "No."

"Did- You didn't see anything did you?"

"I don't know what you mean." Trophy stepped backwards a little. But Paintbrush stepped closer.

"I know your lying, Trophy."