To make the plot go faster, each episode is a day, like, an episode of season 3 doesn't happen once every 2 months, but every day. Chapter warnings: Gore, violence, swearing.

Paintbrush calls to find out what's been going on at the Hotel to find that 2 people are missing.

Lightbulbs POV: "Where's Paper?" "Has anyone seen paper?" "Maybe he left to find OJ?" "PAPER? WHERE ARE YOU?" I heard people calling and talking the whole day.

I don't know how they don't notice the knife and blood but it helps me.

It's been about 5 days now, not a lot but still, long enough for OJ to come back. I can remember his sad reaction.

He's been sending out people every now and then to go search. It's no use, all they may find is his limbs, but then they'll just know he's dead.

I think OJ is still trying to hold hope that Paper is alive or he just ran away, but it's pretty dumb. It's not like I'm a professional murder or anything, but I think I've done a fascinating job for my first time.

I now lay in bed with Baxter beside me. "Wouldn't it be funny, do you think" I laugh, I have no idea what's coming out of mtly mouth. "If I killed you and turned you into some sort of fried crab? How insane would that be! I could use that if people start to think it's me, I would never hurt my crab." Baxter backs away in pure horror and my laughter dies down. "What? I'm joking!" I lean in to give him a kiss on his shell but he snaps at me. "Ouch! Oh okay, I get that. You wanna be a bitch over a small joke. Okay asshole."

I get up and walk outside my room. The urge is back! I need to rip something. Paper was okay, but he caused a lot of panic. People actually like Paper. But what if it was someone who people hated or didn't really like? I have no idea where Ballon is and Salt and Pepper would be together, there's no way to get one of them alone.

I hear a sneeze from the distance as Tissues appears behind me.

"Excquse meh. Your kinduh in muh way." He sneezes again. No one likes him.

I look around. I woke up at night because of an urge and I will fulfill it. He probably just needs some soup or something. I grab him and drag him back to his room where I throw him on the floor.

[𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆]

"Ouch! Hey whuat's going on?" He opens his eyes after the impact and I punch him, he's cardboard so he... bends easily. I make a small dent in his box, probably crushing any organs inside. He screams in pain, kinda muffled because of his pathetic, snuffy nose and whimpers as I stand over him. I start to kick him, denting him each time, and him letting out a wail each time as well. I put strong efforts into the kicks, as if this was some bully. I step on top of him and his dented up body, twisted in many ways, crushing him with my weight. I laugh a little as I jump up and down, crushing his cardboard inwards until a small hole appears in the middle of his body, I had ripped him open, somehow. He's not making any sounds now.

I step off and rip the cardboard apart to reveal organs, organ space has always fascinated me. Some objects have physical organs while others don't. I look around to see a cloth bag, with "Love is Love" printed on it. "Did your boyfriends get you that? How cute." I say, mocking him. But I do kinda wish Painty would give me stuff like that. I miss Painty.

I get the bag and place it beside him. I reach in to grab a liver, ripping it out with a wet strand of blood following, and place it in the bag.

This is satisfying.

I rip more of his insides out and smile. I gently place them in the bag, one after another, his stomach, his lungs, HIS HEART. Still faintly beating, even though he's dead.

Once he was empty, I clean him up and fix the cardboard, painting over any blood. I brush a now empty tissue box off and place him on the bed. I fill him up with some more extra tissues and Pat him on the head. I take the bag of insides and walk down stairs to the lobby. It's so quiet. I walk outside and walk to the same area I had dumped Papers limbs. It's a quiet walk, not a lot of lights, and a cold breeze. I drop the bag down. I shouldn't bother putting leaves over, it'd be better if people just accepted that they were dead.

I walk away from the site, now spelling the foul smell of papers rotting limbs, I approach the hotel again and smile as I open the doors.

I skip back upstairs, humming a tune.

[𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑]

Paintbrush's POV: I sit in my cabin. Cabby is on the other bed, not that I think she needs one, can't she just sleeping "standing" up? Yinyang is asleep on the floor. We've been sticking in this small group for some reason. I pick up my phone and open messages. Lightbulb has been messaging me and I forget I had blocked her for a bit. I un-block and see all her messages.

"Heeeeyyyy"

"Where you at???"

"(•ˋ _ ˊ•) un block me!!!I'm sorry for saying you look good ╥﹏╥"

"I love you ♡´･ᴗ･'♡"

"😢"

"Pooks respond 😭😭😭ಥ_ಥ"

"U breaking up w/ me? 🤨"

She also sent a lot of sad cat pictures and .5's of her. (Forehead shots) I giggle a little and text her back, finally.

"Hey, sorry it's late and that I blocked you :( I was pretty busy but I have time to chat rn"

I sent a picture of me smiling. I get a response fast.

"RAH!! what took you so long :((((( I thought you had ghosted me or smt >:[ Also- BUSY??? Y'ALL AT A CONCERT >:((( how are y'all busy??"

"MePhone has us doing some contests, stuff like that. Sorry. Love you?"

"Apology accepted pookums 😘"

"Yeah, don't call me that bro 😐 Like, I'm okay with babe, but not what ever that was."

"Okay hot stuff"

"That's not any better but your not lying"

I send a picture of me doing a kissy face.

"Love you, i will call in the morning if I can., K?"

"oh-kay :^"

I close my phone and lay back into bed.

That morning MePhone let us have free time, perfect. Cabby and I sit in the grass, not a lot of people like her so I'm like the only person she can talk to. I take out my phone.

"Hey can you call?"

"Idk can I??? :3" She sends a picture of a... duck? She's so random. And so silly.

I laugh and text back "I hope you can or I'll just have to call someone else!"

"NOOOO!!! I can call!!!"

"K"

I call her and she picks up instantly.

"Hey!" I lean on the grass, not laying down. Cabby looks at me but sees I'm on the phone.

"Hey! Wanna hear everything that's been going on here?" She asks, I mean, nothing really ever goes on there but okay. "Sure!"

"Okay, so after you guys left everything was crazy! I- um, fell and broke my bulb again." "WHAT? Are you okay? You should be resting! I haven't been gone that long right? Has it healed?"

Silence. She hasn't let it heal has she?

"Okay, you need to take care of your self. But, continue. "

"Okay yeah so that happened... So sad. Um- Oh! THE NEXT DAY PAPER...what are people saying? YEAH, UM HE WENT MISSING?!! I think he's dead but people are holding onto hope. Yeah, OJ came back a little while ago and he was so sad :(" I stare at my phone and put it back to my ear. "You can't just say that and play that shit off. He's missing? "

This gets Cabbys attention.

"Yeah and tissues too. For some reason Trophy and Cheesy have been really sad, I didn't know they liked him in any way."

"Wow, do we- uh, know? Do you guys know who's doing it or something like that?" I fold my knees in and Cabby rolls closer.

"Uh- for what?"

"For the missing persons/murders. There's no way 2 people just go missing, in that place? No they were murdered." "Who was murdered??? " Cabby asks from beside me. "Cabby quit being nosy." I don't really judge her for being nosy though. "Sorry" She whispers.

"No we don't know. With that aside though, Fan came back! And um.... I think we have a new couple? They haven't said anything but I saw them hold hands once but Knife stopped after about, 5 seconds. Tell about what's going on where you are!"

"Your scaring me Brights. Your saying this and brushing it off like nothing, people are missing, probably dead, why do you have no reaction?"

I hear a heavy sigh front the other end.

"Because." There's a very long pause, too long. Does she know something? No, she could never do anything like like, my Mighty could never. She's too silly, but she still might know something.

"Because I'm scared... You know how I act in serious situations! I just have to, play it off with a smile! But people are accusing everyone and Baxter won't talk to me for some reason."

"I would be too, I get it. Nobody has control of situation and your all scared, but I'm here for you, and Baxter may just be moody?"

"Thanks. Anyways, what's going on over there?"

"Oh well, I think it's the 11th episode? I don't really know yet. OJ, Fan, and Test tube should be back home, correct?"

"Yeah!" (Yes yes, I know Test tube stayed on indidhsgsjrbisdb island I think but shhhh)

"Yeah, that's a bummer. But maybe they can help?"

"Yeah perhaps. Oh! It's time for breakfast. See you later?"

"Call you later, bye!"

"Bye.

Love you :3"

I sigh and put my other hand on the back on my phone (covering it) as I hold it to my mouth, so Cabby doesn't hear. (She still heard)

"Love you too, more than you could ever know, stay safe" I hang up and put my phone up. (In your hair or?) Cabby rolls closer. "You gonna tell me what that was about?" She sounds kinda... Angry? And jealous???

"Oh, that was just a girl back at the hotel. And the missing people stuff is at the hotel, not here. Why were you being so nosy?" She looks away. "Oh I don't know. But who's Brights?" She turns back. What is going on? "Why do I need to tell you? Its my personal information."

"Yeah, you also mentioned Baxter. And I heard you tell her " I love you more than you could know" You must really love her." I look away. "So what? It's not like it really matters!"

"Yes it does it's important to... your other crush." She smiles. I look at her. "My other crush?" She smiles and rolls beside me. "Oh, you know, the smart girl, always writing stuff down!" I lean away. "Yeah, I guess your right, but I'm sure 'Brights' will just tell her soon. About us. Besides, Testtubes back at the Hotel now! Why would she care?" Cabby freezes. Who else would she think it was?

"You had a crush on... Test tube?" I slowly nod. "Yeah? There something wrong with that? I have no trouble defending myself, I have many reasons to like her," "No no, it's okay! I'm sorry, I just.. assumed something else..." She rolls away as I look at her in confusion.

I feel so lost, and confused.

What is going on?

Coughs really loud. -Willow