Chp.12 | I'm Full of Fear

3rs person POV~

Fan stared into the distance, tears welling in his eyes. He was scared out his mind. Having your first kiss was supposed to be a good experience, something that would snake your day. But not for Fan, as nothing as never normal for Fan.

Baxter was dead.

The poor, poor, crab was laying still on the floor, not moving. Lightblub was mourning for her lost pet and beloved-almost-child. Paintbrush, on the other hand, was just sighing and leaning against a tree. They didn't think that it was that much of a big deal if some damn crab died.

Either way, they walked over to Lightbulb and comforted her in a way was a bit sus. They were caressing her cheek, and their hand was around Lightbulb's waist. Perhaps they were dating? No one really knew, as neither Lightbulb or Paintbrush could confirm or deny it.

They were really close with one another: always fighting ( in a loving and funny way ), playing, and hanging out with each other. Maybe, just maybe, they did like each other. After all, Fan did see Lightbulb blush at Paintbrush quite a bit. Hmm. That wasn't the point, though; Baxter was dead, and Test Tube was terribly injured.

Fan couldn't decide whether to help Test Tube or after right now. He loved them both more than anything.

'FAN WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, OF COURSE YOU HAVE TO SAVE TEST TUBE!! LIGHTBULB WOULD CARE FOR BAXTER!!'

Baseball rushed over to Fan and Test Tube, getting on his knees and examining the unconscious science nerd. Fan didn't realize he was crying out of fear and compassion for Test Tube until Baseball had said something about it. "Uh, dude? You good? You're...uh...crying."

Fan wiped his tears off his face and nodded, then hugged Test Tube. He loved her so much...would she ever recover? Would she ever be able to see Fan again? He knew that it would kill Test Tube mentally and emotionally if she could never do any of her science experiements again. It was one the only things she lived for, really.

Test Tube opened her eyes slightly and groaned. The harsh sunlight was in her eyes, making it difficult to see. She looked over to Fan, smiling. Oh, golly gee, thought, her eyes hurt like crazy. Test Tube could feel her cracks all over her glass vile, which caused her body to be intensely sore. "Ah. Golly...Fan...can you get my pain-reverser from my la-"

It hit her. Test Tube's lab was gone. All her work: gone. All of her projects, all of her research was blown up but none other than Salt. Test Tube never usually felt anger or rage towards dumb people like Salt, but that was going to change, and soon.

Salt's POV~

"Don't worry, boss. I, like, got the job done."

"You better not let me down, Salt."

"You can count on me, sir."

"DON'T call me, sir, Salt. You know better than that."

"Right, sorry...Cobs..."

Cheesy's POV~

I hugged Trophy, grateful that he saved me. "Oh, gosh, that was more scary than my cat." I exclaimed to Trophy and I laughed nervously.

"Cat? You have a cat?"

"Err...Had. But yeah, her name was Airy and-"

I started to talk about the most random stuff, but I didn't notice that Trophy was staring at me with the most adorning eyes. His brown eyes hit the sun in just the right way, making me get lost in those amber eyes.

Trophy noticed my staring and laughed.

I blush. "You just really tickle my fancy okay?!"

!@#$% POV~

I stare at the contestants through the bush. They never will figure out what hit them. Also, pardon me, but I changed my accent, so they won't even hear that I'm so 'regal' or whatever Microphone and Pikle used to say.

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.oacT s'iT

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