>Give Me Answers<

Fan woke up, his head ringing like hell, his eyes strained and droopy. He couldn't remember anything, all he could remember was Paintbrush... wait.. Paintbrush?He groaned, going to rub his head, but for some reason some force wasn't letting him. Oh gosh... he's starting to realise where he is... this is where he dies isn't it?

He looked around, some sort of field? No, he was just here- he's starting to remember now. Maybe this was a dream? Some sort of prank? He had been having some strange dreams recently.. all ending with the same element, Fire. "Ouch-..." He heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Paintbrush?" Fan reached out, if it was them, the voice came from behind. He then realised his limps were tied up... yep, this is where they both die, but- why where they here?

-Wind blowing around the two on the floor, she smirked and gripped a tank.The tank was red, and the liquid gave of a stinging sharp stench, you could probably smell it from a mile away. As object in the hotel started a riot, one red backing away and onto a wall, one orange trying to end the fight, and one tall shouting curses at them all. It was all chaos, however the two on the grass laid close to each other, one in rage and one in pain. The sharp liquid spreading around the two, until flames could be raged.

-Right- it was all coming back to him, her evil grin, those stained eyes, she was the one who started it all, that damn Taco. "Fan- where the heck have you got us into?" Paintbrush said bitterly and full of spite, it stung Fans ears to hear. "Uh- a field?" Fan joked, he could tell what kind of response Paintbrush was going to give in response to it.

"FAN! Does it look like I'm laughing!? This is no laughing matter you idiot! I'm going to die and it's all your fault!" Paintbrush raged, their bristles looming aggressively. "I'm sorry okay! I just didn't want to get blamed and-.""Get blamed!? You'd get blamed anyway! You're getting damn blamed now for everything! This! THIS I TELL YOU! I wish you left and not Marshmallow! I HATE YOU!"Those last words echoed through the woods, Fan could begin to feel his eyes begin to sting, he'd never acted like this before and heavy silence filled between the two shook their spines.

"Listen I'm-...""Well, we'll, we'll!" She begun to talk, walking around them in circles. Her green leaves sending the sharp vegetation smell through their noses. Fan cringed as a result. "I always wanted to see what kind of result I would get if I killed the two people who hate each other together!" Taco smiled, sorting out her black bow-tie.

"You know nothing about me!" Fan spat at her feet, she sharply turned her face and frowned. "Oh for which I do." She pouted, standing in front of him, "For example; I know you spend most of your life behind a screen because your to afraid of what Actual people will think about you. I know you cry yourself to sleep every night just because you know you will never be good enough.And best of all..."She crouched and grabbed Fan's forehead, before smiling and pushing it back harshly."I know that-.."

-The door of purgatory mansion echoed the halls, Marshmallow was used to the unsettling feeling whenever she entered here, and it made her uneasy to notice how she had gotten use to it. She came here for one person, one person she knew who'd have answers, they knew everything... well that's what she thought.

The door closed behind her due to the wind, the sunsets pink florescent light flowing through the boards covering the broken windows. It was always colder in there, and it was dusty and musty, it caused her to sneeze from time to time. She sat down near the bar table, tapping her nails on the wood.

"Bow?" She called out, her raspy voice vibrating within the old walls. Marshmallow begun to grow fed up, Bow wasn't someone to not respond, she was always clingy and would come straight away when life entered the mansion. "Bow?-." She said again, before hearing the smash of chairs down the hall, then thumping was heard as Dough's ghost self face planted down the stairs. "Stay out of my room!" Bow roared while following after him, who was now on the ground.

Bow noticed Marshmallow, smiled, then embraced her. "Why we're you gone so long? You know how tiring it is sharing space with this bozo?" Bow floated opposite side of her. "Long story- but OJ put the whole hotel on lockdown, I got blamed for killing someone, kicked out, here." Marshmallow rolled her eyes.

"Well you're here now! Say goodbye to that horrible show cast." Bow threw a soda to her, Marshmallow caught it and glared at her. "I'm here with questions actually." Marshmallow said bitterly, this caught Bow off guard by her choice of tone. "We'll ask away! Haha.." Bow chuckled, ...Bow was acting rather strange, this made Marshmallow think, this has happened before, Bow not only knew something... maybe she was part of it?

But what would Taco have that Bow would want?No- no No! Stop thinking this way! Marsh knew Bow like the back of her hand... she's lovable... hyper, maybe a bit controlling? Also that time she went insane for being in a box... but... isn't the mansion just a bigger box?She can't leave the mansion just like how she couldn't leave the box.

No- not the time for making conclusions, she needed answers from Bow, so she's going to go easy with her first. "If you could have one wish, what could would it be?"

Bow thought for a moment, before answering; "Being brought back to life duh!" She laughed.Marshmallow knew she'd give an answer of such, she's a ghost, who wouldn't want to be back alive and leave this- box?

"What would you be willing to do if you had the chance to get your wish?" Marshmallow took a sip of her drink, noticing the fast changes of uneasiness within Bows face. "U- uh, maybe- what kind of question is that? Maybe uh- y'know haha. What everyone would do for a wish for anything?" Bow lowered herself to lean her arms against the table.

"Like what? Stealing? Hacking? Arson? Fraud? Murder?" Marshmallow noticed how the tension in the air begun to grow thicker. "Haha- uhm. Maybe? I've possessed Baseball before. Why are you asking me this? I can't leave the mansion nor take a life! Yes I may have killed MePhone4 and MePhone4s but that was centuries ago! And on accident because-." Bow looked at Marshmallow, and direct eye contact made the tension grow, causing her to snap.

"Drama" Dough pushed into Bow, she screeched and flew back. Bow scoffed and got back in her place. "Of course, but you seem to know something, just like when you did that to Apple... so Bow? Am I... missing something?" Marshmallow placed her bottle hard against the table, the sound freezing Bow.

Bow looked away, frowning, her hands were shaking. "The dreams Balloon, Fan and OJ have been having do have something to do with me. That's all I'm saying."

-Fan was dazed, how could Taco know such a thing? "Enough with this petty talk! I getting out of here!" Paintbrush's tied wrists were in front of them, they begun chewing the ties in-order of setting them-self free. "Hah, good luck with that. It's extra tight." Taco smirked as she thought. "Say... I have a phew things that I know about you too." She walked in front of them, Paintbrush looked up at her.

"Hah! Hit me with it then!""I know that you don't actually draw or paint anything, you're just a sneaky trace artist. So maybe I should call you TraceBrush then?" Taco put her hands behind her back, as Fan turned his head to watch them.

Paintbrush clenched their teeth, "I take it back. Don't""Oh but you were so confident-..." Taco devilishly smiled. "I know that you-..""I said enough."

Taco shut her lips, noticing the bright warm light coming from their bristles. Her plan was going well. "I don't think I will.""Enough. I get it now""You don't get anything Paintbrush darling"

"All you know is to be superior and manipulate people so you stay on top when really, you're as low as the others."Taco kept the straight smiling face as Paintbrush begun to shake.

"I said enough!" They spat."No, I'm pretty sure Fan would love to hear the last one." She paced in front of them. And with that, Paintbrush roared out and set fire, Fan screeching from how close he was to them. The fire on their head screamed and swayed in the wind, and Paintbrush was desperately trying to get out the ties to kill her.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, the floor is doused is gasoline. So you're not smart are you? I guess hight doesn't equal out IQ and strength."But Paintbrush didn't listen, they just yelled and their flames grew higher. Blinded in their own rage, a flake of their flame flew off, slowly floating onto the floor.

"No no NO!" Fan begun to scream and panicked just like them, tears forming his eyes as Taco stepped out of range.

Everything seemed to slow down, as the small flame hit the ground, and flames begun to grow around them in one big blast. Paintbrush turned their face to Fan, "I'm so sorry."BANGFlames grew high, and the two were submerged in the fiery pit of death. Screams from both of them were the only things that could be heard. Then the screams died...Until...Silence and crackling could only be heard.

Taco looked from behind the tree, smiled, and walked away.

But as all seemed to be lost, Fan was throne out the flames, in Paintbrush's last effort to show they forgave him. Fan cried in pain as burns covered his body, he crawled and watered the grass with his tears. As he was far enough from the fire, he looked back, no sight of Paintbrush. As he looked away that's when he saw Balloon, his face pale and green. He looked sick.

But something about Balloon was off, he didn't look at Fan, all he did was look at the flames, as if a clock was ticking in his brain. Fan couldn't say anything, he looked down and noticed what Balloon was holding, and it seemed like a... bat?The bat was stained, and Balloon face then snapped to look at him.

"Balloon?" Fan gasped the only word he could think of. "Balloon isn't here at the moment" Said a voice that didn't sound like Balloon. "Wh- wha?"

WACK

——————————————————Like I said I'm sorry /jAnyway uhhhh, I don't ever really know what to put on authors note. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things when I should update (Which is like once every five days)So uhh, what are y'all opinions on Pancakes?

-Caramel <3(1882 Words)