I wanted Painty leaving for season 3 to be longer and have/become a better plot line but I can't find a way to write it. So it ends shortly. Also short chapter

[VIOLENCE, DEATH, AND CANNIBALISM]

2 and a half people. Only 2 people have died, she feels another urge to kill and finds a way to make more sorrow grow.

Lightbulbs POV:

I watch Cherries standing there. They're really quiet now, of course, OJ is back, but Paper isn't. OJ stands beside them, comforting them and himself. "It's okay, we'll find him."

It's sad. Yeah, he's never gonna be found.

I walk away from the sad scene, not watching where I'm going like a fucking idiot when I crash into Fan.

"AEI!!" he squiels in panic but calms when he sees it's me. Wait why is he calm? I thought be would be scared- He realizes it's me again and stumbles back, there it is. The fear I crave. ♡

"Lightbulb!" He sweats and quickly gets up to his feet. "Please don't hurt me-" He whimpers as I stare down at him with dead eyes.

People around the Lobby are on high alert, so they'll definitely use Fans fear of me against me. I can defend myself though.

"What? I get it's a scary time at the hotel but calm it shit for brains, I won't hurt you. Besides, I have no reason to."

I could feel the glares of the other residents, everyone is on edge, and they should be, because Fan just bumped into the murder who has that feeling, that urge.

I brush past him, making sure I knock him over. I basically just cleared my name, I had no reason to kill Tissues or Paper, they just ran into me at the right time, it was their fault really.

No it wasn't. Stop telling yourself that Lightbulb.

-Time skip-

I pick at my food Microphone brought me as I lay in bed.

"Look Lighty, I get that it's stressful having Paintbrush gone and a killer on the loose, especially after your little... Breakdown" She was referring to me bashing my head into a wall. "But you have got to stay calm, try not to arouse suspicion. Okay? And promise me you'll eat, Soapy isn't eating either and I don't want it to spread." She lays her hand on mine in comfort but I slap it away. "Please. Don't call me Lighty, and don't touch me." I growl as I snatch the food tray and roughly place it on the table beside my bed. She holds her hand to her volume button in shame and stands up from the side of the bed. "Okay, but if you do eat, please tell me. I really want to see Soapy eating again. She's not happy anymore, especially after she had to clean the stains on the floor from... Tissues." A silence laid on the room as she sighed and walked out.

I push my tray away and frown. It's at my covered feet as I sniffle. I won't cry.

I won't cry. I bite my lip and frown, sobbing angry tears

I kick the tray off of my bed and onto the food with a loud clatter. Im not letting some shit feed me, I can feed myself. The door slams open to reveal OJ.

I look at the clock, 12:36. Damn, I've just been playing with my food for about an hour. I'm hungry now, but I'm not eating that excuse of fucking slop.

I lift myself out of bed and slump over to the lobby, I know a certain food object that hasn't moved since Paper was declared missing.

I smile as I spot Cherries standing beside the door. Poor guy(s)

"Hey buds! I-i think I know where Paper is." I reach my hand out and they look up at me with hope. "Really!?"" This isn't a prank?"

"Nope! As long as you stay quiet!" I wink and grab their arm, dragging them to the kitchen. "I have to get some paper finding supplies." I grab some napkins, gloves, and ice pick, and a small hammer.

"Okay! Let's go! " I drag them outside, running and skipping, my stomach scraping with hunger. We passed lamp posts and woods until I found the wood area I had dumped him. I walked into the forest and into the clearing, making Cherries gag at the strong smell and sight of the bag of tissues insides.

"What- what is that?" They stutter and point at the bloody bag. I frown and throw them on the grassy ground, snapping left cherry off, making them two. I held onto right cherry and put my gloves on, grabbing left cherry. I open my jaw and bite into his soft flesh, sweet, I always loved the sweet cherries. He screamed at the sudden feel of my teeth biting into his flesh. I rip away at his skin and make sure to get his face. The other cherry brother screams in shared pain, both emotionaly and physically. "STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?!?"

"Some people get hungry some times." I mutter, cleaning my bloody lips, almost at the seed. I bite back, grabbing big chunks with my teeth and stopping to chew.

Soft muching sounds come out of the clearing, the smell of sweet savory cherry filling it. Left Cherry's limbs finally stop thrashing and clawing at my glass and falls limp. He's dead. Good.

I eat the last of the cherry on the seed, leaving just the seed, stem, and limbs.

At this point, The other cherry brother is sobbing trying to get his stem out of my hand. I get a napkin and wipe my mouth. "Now. I'm in no mood to eat anything else, but I can't let you go free. You can- you WILL tell everyone." I pin him to the ground, my legs on his, he's small and I'm heavier so he can't move. I grab the ice pick and hammer and hold his face down with one arm. "Okay, you won't be able to move much after this, nor will you be able to move. But that's quite all right."

"NO" He spits at me and slaps me. Disgusting. I grab some random vine and tie his arms together. "Stay still and this won't hurt as much." I position the ice pick under his eye lid and above his eye. He shakes and attempts to kick me off, how funny. I place the small hammer on top of the ice pick and smile. "LOBOTOMIZE." I bash the hammer down-

-crkh-

I look at him, his eyes dull and mouth open. He's still alive and will wake up in about an hour or two. I get up and wipe my hands taking the ice pick out and walking away, satisfied with a meal and a lost brother. That's 2 and a half. Wow.

I don't feel anything.

I lie in bed.

That didn't really bring me joy anymore. I picture their scared looks but it doesn't make me happy now.

I don't have that urge. Well I do, but it's different.

Now the urge is for Painty's embrace.

I hear a loud scream as OJ comes inside the hotel, sobbing.

Erm. Yeah. I don't know/can't remember if they used ice picks or smt else but I know some guy made the lobotomy easy for all with a house hold item that was common in the olden days so idk. -Willow