So why cant you?

"Casey." Balloon shook the sleeping suitcase awake, shaking her shoulders. "sc." "hm-uhh,wha-?" She muttered as her eyes fluttered open. She sat up checking the time, about 1 am. "let's go." "What?.." she turned on the light. "Go where?""Look for the missing..people." Balloon avoided eye contact.."Today??" she was still half asleep. "I thought we'd do that after oj takes off the lockdown." "I just-" balloon finally looked suitcase in the eyes- and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I'm scared more of us will go missing and I really really miss cheesy." suitcase looked at him with pity. "Okay, okay." She lifted her robotic arms up, using balloons shoulders to push herself onto her feet.

"Let's go."

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Knife laid on the cold hard floor, staring down at the concrete as he tried to sleep. He assumed it was maybe midnight, day 2. fan talked to him earlier, but only for an hour. He's bored. he figured he wouldn't BE HERE if he didn't try TO PLAY THE SAVIOR as always- but that's on him! knife felt a cold gush of wind enter his room, and he shivered, trying to find the source. "The hell?" He sat up, holding himself to keep warm. his eyes widened and he heard whispers. He heard giggles. He felt hands on him. What the hell was happening? "Knifeee!" a voice sang. "the fuck..what..who?"

"lightbulb!"————————————————————————————

Crrrrrrreeeeeee  balloon pulled on a tree branch as the two wandered the forest late at night. wrong move, idiots. suitcase stared at a tree for a second. "What?" Balloon gently grabbed her shoulder, trying to look in her line of sight. "I see someone, I think." the two stayed close and approached the mysterious figure, trying to make out what it was. "it looks like someone." Balloon muttered, reaching out at the figure.

until both heard a gunshot.

balloon fell to the floor, clutching his stomach in pain- his face one of horror. He bleed out, suitcase scrambling to his side. It's funny, honestly. How some people will be the worst until they need something, won't forgive you no matter how much you change, but they'll call you when they need your help..without an apology.

suitcase pulled out her phone and dialed nickels number."can you come to the forest-" suitcase huffed, trying to catch her breath, reality not feeling like reality, because her friend was currently bleeding out on the floor. "Balloon just got s-shot," she muttered- not believing the words that she just pushed out.

"What..? it's 2 am- did you have a nightmare?" The very tired man groaned out, audibly sitting up in his bed. "no- no, nickel,- please."

"He's gonna die."————————————————————————————

"Your..not here. are you?" Knife shivered at the 'hand' on his shoulder, trying to push it off but he just felt cold air where it would be. "You're dead."

"I am.. but, I can do this!" she giggled, knife not really able to see What she was doing, he just felt her hand leave off his shoulder. "I..I can't see you." He stared at the air with a squint.

"oh, right." She laughed sheepishly. Knife could hear her smile in her voice. "I..don't get why you're so happy. You're dead."

"...so..?"

"You don't care that you're dead?" Knife put his hand up, being 'expressive with his words.' he waved it around. "Your..a ghost."

"I'm a ghost!" She giggled happily, wrapping around knife again. He shivered, her touch was so cold, her being here was a terrifying thought. she fell out a window and splatted. He shouldn't be having a conversation with her.. a dead girl who died because of her shitty ass partner. "I know I'm dead.. but I can still have fun! plus, your lonely in a concrete room, because moony-boy doesn't wanna hurt his favorites!"

"..what? Favorites-? lightbulb, this isn't.. a game, we aren't.. characters in a show- we are people.."

"Not to him!"————————————————————————————

Nickel tiredly approached a hyperventilating suitcase and a dying balloon.

"Oh, shit!" reality smacked him in the face, and he woke up. he ran to balloons side, pulling his shirt off to rip it and use it as a bandage- or attempt... "ffuuck fuck fuckdon'tdiedon'tdie-" he scrambled, trying to stop the bleeding..

Until he was shot in the side of the head.

his brains splattered everywhere.

More blood on the grass.

a more traumatized suitcase, crying in terror.

bang.

but at least she got put out of her misery too.

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"...soo, you've just been stuck? You can't go to an.. yknow..""It's whatever.. if my soul is stuck by the hotel, so be it! I get to stay with my friends!" Lightbulb smiled, gripping knifes shoulders harder. "That hurts." Knife looked up where lightbulbs head would be. "..do you look..normal..?" Knife muttered..trying not to sound insensitive. "I dunno! I FEEL normal, but who knows! Maybe my ghost is all mushed up too,, hehe!" Lightbulb let go of knife, and leaned against his head instead. Knife felt uneasy imagining her body scrambled in pieces from her fall. he took a breath to push away the nausea. "..you can't help me get out, can you?"

"..I made a promise.." she muttered.. "You what?" "I promised moon that I wouldn't try to stop him" "The fuck? why?""He's my friend!""He KILLED your other friends!" "No-" she was cut off. "HES A MURDERER, LIGHTBULB." Knife shouted.

"your rude." She left, her gust of wind phasing through the wall, and the room was normal temperature again.

and knife was alone, again.