Fan pushes and nudges Knife until he yell at him. Fan simply explains he wants to play a game and invites Paintbrush and Lightbulb. Knife groans and agrees.

Paintbrush's POV: We all sat down in a small circle, Fan, Knife, Me, and Lightbulb. We decided on playing Uno, which at the hotel, is never a good idea, especially after Trophy threw the table at Cheesey and broke the new tv OJ bought. Trophy had to sleep outside for a day and he ended up rusting a little. Trophy hasn't forgiven OJ since.

Fan handed out the cards, 7 each and declared that he was going to go first. "Okay, let me flip a card- okay. " The deck card was green and he placed down a green 2. Knife looked at him and looked at his cards "Uh.. Go fish! " He calls as he takes a card from the deck but still doesn't place one down. Fan chuckles and Knife smiles at him. Weird. Knife is still smiling at Fan when he looks up at me, about to tell me something but stops because I'm staring at him. Why is he smiling so much? And why at Fan? He's not that interesting.

"What?" I stare at Knife while Lightbulb does her turn. She places a green 4 and smiles. Fan looks at his deck and does a blue 4. Knife stops looking at me and mutters "weirdo" I snort. He places down a blue 1. I look down at my deck, about to pick a card when Lightbulb places a red 1 down. I look at her. I forgot my turn I realized. But still, she could have asked. Fan notices me staring and questions "Are you feeling good? You seem.. Sidetracked.. " I now look at him. Why am I being like this? I ask myself. "I don't know? " I sigh. "Just get your turn over with. I don't like this game. " Fan places a red 3 and then looks at Knife. He places all his yellow cards.

I'm going to do my turn now. I go to place a card but feel lightbulbs hand on mine. I stare at her. Well, mostly I stare at my- our? - hands.



She looks at me and then the hands and then back. "Im-" She begins, I notice Knife and Fan staring at me and Test tube and Soap staring from the couch. I feel eyes lay on me, I'm not going to be seen like this! I slap Lightbulb's hand and growls, "It's my turn." She takes her hand back. "I'm sorry I thought you-" I placed a card down. "It's rude of you to assume I wasn't going to do my turn. " I frown. Do I feel bad for what I just did? Yes, 100%. Was I going to let anyone else know that? No. Lightbulb whimpers back and just mutters "That hurt. " I look away in regret.

Warning: SH Lightbulb's POV: I stare at the mirror. I look at my hand where Paintbrush slapped me, hard. Why would they do that? Surely there's something going on, that's why they were rude. That's it. That's the only reason, why else would her best friend do that? "Don't call me that, I'm not your friend. " No, it's not true. "You were so selfish, stealing paintys turn! You want everyone to pay attention to you, don't you? " No, quite the opposite, I hate it when people stare at me. "You still think people like you? " Stop. I grab the small blade I got out of the sharpener and shiver. I stand over the sink, feeling sick. I lift my wrist and voices call me many things. I slowly slit my skin, looking away. I look back. The air is lifeless and it's quiet. I lift the blade again and lower it to my wrist, apparently not hearing Paintbrush open the door.