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it was so quiet. not a scream, not a breeze. he could play the music he had recorded from sebastian for himself...
no. it would feel wrong.
...
no, not wrong. it would make him feel even more lonely than he already feels. now is not the time, he has to be his best optimistic self.
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he pushed through and opened ms paint again. the app is rarely closed, so this was pathetic enough.
...oh now he remembers. wow, so sad, who would make vent art like that, haHA not him. its like he switched between two extremes of emotions,,,, WHAT, does it have to be like ones and zeroes??? really???
...
it was a drawing of himself... kinda. seb once described to him how he looks. doodled him actually...
painter knew he was a computer, and he knew he had a drawing tablet. thats what seb used when they drew together after all! painter eventually asked if seb could describe how he looks, and well, its always better to visualise it when you have a picture.
a drawing made by your best friend.
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it was crappy at best, but painter still had all their doodles saved in a special folder. the drawing sessions were rare, but moments like these were worth living for.
...
then why did he want to die?
...
painter didnt know what death looked like, neither destruction. but shutting off and never returning was a state he imagined as the end, so drawing a black screen was it.
he didnt even bother to switch from the basic black pencil tool, god was it this bad???
. . .
he started by actually drawing his screen and a face on it, doing a >:3 smirk, then immediately switching to bright colors and continuing to add some highlights, making himself look shiny like when seb came over and dusted his casing off a bit. it wasnt much, with those claws he had, but painter appreciated the gesture.
its not like the dust ever did anything. it just sat there with no purpose in life, just like most of the creatures here.
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...dust isnt alive you sillyyyyy.
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painter kept entertaining himself with useless thoughts, and the once sad vent art was becoming a bright and colorful drawing.
he added a window to the boring wall of his cell, painting a sunset outside of it.
but... it was a bit green? too brown?? the color had to be orange, he would never forget that. he would never forget his crea-
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no. not now.
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he drew seb resting in the other corner of the room, reading through some documents with his lure on, his smile illuminated by the gentle light.
painter focused on that for a while, seb was always lovely to draw.