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Tonight was like any other night. Dark, quiet, peaceful. The perfect environment to paint in the park.
Paintbrush usually crawls over the gate comes to the park at this time. She can never focus during the day when people are playing here, so she comes here often to paint uninterrupted.
She sets up the easel, sets down the canvas, and finishes getting everything else settled to begin with her work.
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Time passes, and Paintbrush has progressed nicely. She’s painting the park, replicating the dark sky and tranquil scene.
Unbeknownst to her, someone was watching from afar.
Unaware and defenseless, Paintbrush continues painting. She hums Title Wave, the song Traffic usually has playing from a speaker beside him. Sometimes she’d sit by just to listen to the music.
All while Paintbrush just stands there, vulnerable as can be, the unknown entity approaches her. They walk steadily, their footsteps silent.
They walk closer
sneakily, like a tiger preparing to pounce
closer
while she just stands there.
Until they’re not too far behind her.
Suddenly, Paintbrush feels that something’s not right FINALLY you FOOL and just as she prepares to turn around and whip out her gear, a hand is placed on her shoulder.
“Greetings. We would like to speak with you.”