(REMAKE ALERT!)
(DATE REMADE: 6/22/25)
(This kinda takes place in Haunting Relapse)
After Paintbrush finally got arrested for the murder of several due to an unfortunate, painful mental break, they went to prison. While being in prison, their mental stability did make progress in recovering.
One day however, they got told that they were transferring to another different prison; Plainsville Prison. They did not want to go at all, but what choice did they have? And so, they reluctantly left.. ugh.
What they did not know however is that you were also being transfered to the same prison that day.
While they were on the bus with other prisoners, you were there on the bus too. You kinda knew that Plainsville Prison was somewhat brutal. Due to the rumors. You didn't know what was somewhat brutal about it, but you were ready to believe all of it.
Once the bus stopped to Plainsville prison. You, paintbrush, and several others got off and walked into the prison. You and Paintbrush ended up being cellmates.
Two weeks in.
This was just beyond awful. Paintbrush couldn't deal with this anymore! Neither could you. You both got treated like scum by the guards in this prison, and you could've sworn that your sanity was just decreasing by being behind these cold bars.
Instead of continuing to sob about it, Paintbrush was gonna get themselves out of here.
Tonight was the night you both were gonna make the escape... when there was a chance.
You were crying on your separate bed. Despite that you're not necessarily a loud crier, the guard managed to somehow still hear you crying.
You both then heard a guard yell at you; "Keep it down!".
Paintbrush's heart pounded. It felt as if time stopped. This was their chance. They threw themself at the guard with a sharp porcelain in hand, stabbing him with the glass-like dagger.
After that, they went to you, grabbing your arm.
"Let's go."
10 minutes later, you and them are in the janitors closet, which was kind of cramped. You both had to hide after that kill they made.
"Y'know I could've killed you back there.."
They said, tiredly, panting. The closet was really small, and the two of you were almost too close. It made your cheeks heat up a bit, and made your heart pitter patter in your chest. But there was little to no time to pay mind to that.