This is my first fanfic!! I have no idea on what to call it, so don't mind the title. This definitely aren't as good as others, since it's my first. I would like some feedback on it as well!
It was Paintbrush's first day at a new school. Maybe they'...
Lightbulb's POV: I shakily stood up from the floor, I felt my face... I feel a large crack.. It hurts me when I touch it, I never had this big of a crack before. Paintbrush came behind me to check on me.
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[SHOUT OUT FOR FANBOOM!!!! (aka friend of mine) FOR DRAWING THIS COOL SCENE!1!1!1! TYYYYSMMM DUDE!!!!!]
"Lightbulb..? Are you okay..?!" [Paintbrush]
I turned around, their face immediately turned into a shocked expression. It was that bad huh..? Although, their face slowly turned to anger. Their bristles flicked a bit..? What's that about..
"I'm...- I'm gonna get a large bandage that could cover this up. Don't let your temper blow up again and destroy this school." [Lightbulb]
They took a few deep breaths,
"Alright, I'll go deal with- him." [Paintbrush]
I walked away from them, but I know... there's definitely gonna be some major injuries happening.
Paintbrush's POV: After Lightbulb left, my anger just returned, worse. I noticed by bristles were flicking again and I had to take another breather. I shouldn't destroy this school- or any school to be in fact. I turned back to Trophy, who had a smirk on his face. I ran towards and punched on his face- or at least tried to. He used my hand and threw me on the ground. I grunted, my wooden side chipped a bit as it scraped the floor.
"You're just as weak as all your other friends. I was hoping this school would have something new or change for me, I guess I was wrong about that." [Trophy]
I hate that word; weak. It boils my brain just hearing it. I slowly get up, my legs wobbled a bit.
"Pfft- what are you gonna do now? Throw another punch, just so I could knock you down again?!" [Trophy]
I absolutely hate this guy, I hate him more than anything. I WISH HE WOULD JUST SHUT UP.
3rd Person POV: Paintbrush's bristles started glowing, tiny sparks of fire flew out of it. Trophy took a few steps back, not knowing what could happen next. Paintbrush turns and walks towards Trophy. Trophy immediately tried took a punch, just for Paintbrush to hold his fist and twist his wrist. He yelped in pain, he clings on to his wrist. Paintbrush threw him on the floor, they stood on top of him.
"I guess there was a "change" for you, just a simple injury. You'll be forced to wear a cast, and everyone will be able to see your failure." [Paintbrush]
Paintbrush stares at Trophy below them, Trophy noticed the darkness surrounding Paintbrush's eyes. Knife and Baseball had no idea what to do, Trophy had only told them to hold the 'dweebs'. Knife had the idea of running away with them and get them stuck inside a room, so he decided to do exactly that. He ran with Test Tube in his hands, Test Tube was shaken by this, she never thought of this to happen. Baseball followed Knife afterwards, holding Fan with his mouth. Fan quickly put his phone under his hands, he didn't want it to break.
Paintbrush had just noticed their escape, irritated since they ran away with their friends. They ran after them, they both ran upstairs to the library. The library was huge, all the shelves were filled with only books, organized neatly. Despite the ginormous room, Paintbrush spotted them near the tables. Fan was trying to wiggle out of Baseball's mouth, Baseball just presses harder against his teeth.
Knife quickly ran towards the exit, Test Tube's chemicals spilling along the way. Paintbrush chased after him, leaving Baseball alone in a awkward situation with Fan. Knife went through most of the hallways, trying to find the room for them to be trapped in. The bell rang, all the students exited their classrooms. This was the perfect timing for Knife to blend through. Knife went into the crowd without getting noticed by anyone, while Paintbrush was surrounded by students everywhere.
Back to Baseball, he was still holding onto Fan, who was dangling his feet. Baseball let go all of the sudden,
"Sorry I pulled you into this problem, I had absolutely no idea what we were doing.." [Baseball]
"I completely understand, you're alright. Although you did get me a bit wet by your saliva.. eugh." [Fan]
"I literally can't hold you, I can't run with one leg AND I don't have arms." [Baseball]
"I guess you're right, you should've let Knife hold me instead. I probably would've been less grossed out." [Fan]
"Well I just did what Trophy told me, he didn't even let me ask why. I don't even know why I followed his rules in the first place.." [Baseball]
"Am I able to go..? I kinda wanna check on Lightbulb, but also see that fight..-" [Fan]
"I suppose so, I don't really have to carry you anymore. Knife just left me here with no reason." [Baseball]
"Alright bye! Hope you have a good day with Nickel~!" [Fan]
"Bye..? Why did he say that.." [Baseball]
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Knife had trouble finding a spot to trap them in. It was difficult cause Paintbrush was also a fast runner, just like him. Test Tube was slowly slipping out of Knife's arms but Knife always picks her back up. He went inside the storage closet, quickly locking the door before Paintbrush barges in. Knife lets go of Test Tube and tied her by a heavy box filled with paint buckets. Knife sneaked his way towards the vent near the roof. Paintbrush shoved themself inside, unsure if he was still here. They noticed Test Tube tangled with a rope. They untied her immediately,
"He poorly made a knot, I ran all the way for this..?" [Paintbrush mumbled]
"Golly-! This was such a crazy ride, I'm extremely dizzy..." [Test Tube]
Test Tube's liquid was halfway gone, due to Knife shaking her while running. She was nearly collapsing every step she takes. Test Tube clings onto Paintbrush for walking support, as she tumbles a bit. Knife stood by the doorway, Paintbrush was disappointed seeing his face again.
"You still wanna go after me? Huh?!" [Knife]
"No, you're clearly a waste of my time. I don't need to deal with you right now. Plus, I've already gotten Test Tube." [Paintbrush]
"Man, well- it was fun playing with you for a bit. See ya later." [Knife]
Paintbrush carried Test Tube with their hands, they were going to the nurse to check on Lightbulb. Just seeing the huge crack on her face made Paintbrush worry more about her, especially since it was near her eye. They headed towards the nurse, with a drowsy vial hanging around them.
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