[regressor lightbulb au!!]

LB watched as Test Tube was eliminated. She was… the only Bright Light left… now what…? All of the other final fours were all Grand Slams..

Knife, Suitcase and Baseball all pitched in to help her. She was an emotional mess and couldn’t stop wailing. She felt all alone and it was horrible. She was slipping more and more into littlespace, faster and faster with each minute.

“Lightbulb… cmon, let’s try calm down, okay…?” Baseball said, sitting down next to her. “Wanna have some quiet time…?”