It all started on 5/1/1995 my spray ran out. I was put in a dark corner somewhere unknown, there seemed to be no way out. My only light source was a small gap in the dark room. I heard nothing but felt a dry, hard solid below me. I could not stop thinking about the horrors that could be lurking in here so I closed my eyes and thought about the times I was being used by my owner. Would I see my owner again or would I be stuck here for the rest of my life... Because I'm a spray can. Anyway, the squeking sound got a bit louder and I heard some tapping as well. The pattering and squeaking eventually left me alone but when it did I was so curious to what it was. I wanted to go in the crack, go through the tunnel and find out the source of the noise. I tried to push myself but I was too tired so I closed my eyes and drifted off.
Two days later I woke up. Spray cans take big rests when they can. I was rolling through the tunnel and eventually nearing a turn. I slowed down before I reached the bend. I still went round it somehow. Around the corner it was pitch black and suddenly, I started falling. My only thought was what could be next.
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Depressed Spray Can
HumorA spray can that never gets used tells you about his depressing time in a cupboard
