Chapter Three

Microphone looked at Knife in horror, then tried to put the knife at her stomach. Knife rushed in and try to make her stop. "Mic, what the HELL are you doing?" Knife yelled with a sad look. His scream woke everyone up. "What the f*ck is going on?" Paintbrush yelled softly. 

Microphone burst into tears and pushed Knife into the wall so hard that his head is almost split open. He also got cuts from the knife and a nosebleed. "Mic..." Knife tried to talked to her.

"Knife, I'm sorry," Mic said before punched him in the face, causing him to black out. Mic grabbed the kitchen knife and begin stabbing herself in the stomach. She screeched so loudly that the objects decided to check at Mic's room. Before they get here, she stabbed herself one last time before passing out. 

When they get here, they saw that Mic and Knife, both on the floor, laying with lots of blood. Lightbulb shrieked in horror and cried. Paintbrush hugged her when she's doing that. MePhone was shocked. He decided to call 911 and told the hospital that it was urgent. Two ambulances arrived. One picks Knife up and the other picks Microphone.

*time skip to four days*

Knife is starting to feel better, but Mic is not feeling too well. The objects were visiting Mic as they want to know if she's going to live or not. Dr. Fizz checked the intel. "According to the intel," he told them, "she will have a 40% chance of living. She stabbed herself real good. But, alas... It's just a stab." Knife began sad as he heard the news. No no no no no, he thought to himself.  

Then, Microphone's heartbeat stopped and the sound of the long beep began to play on the health computer. The visitors saw this and began sad in their own ways. Knife is the saddest of the bunch. Please, this can't be happening, he thought to himself.

*end*

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