Anonymous Sat 03 Aug 2024 01:53:47 No.67940447 Report

Quoted By: >>67940637

>>67940284
Like I said earlier. Olivia makes a living monster painting by complete accident. As in, the thing is sticking halfway out of the picture.

Anonymous Sat 03 Aug 2024 02:00:51 No.67940637 Report

Quoted By: >>67940695 >>67940775

>>67940447
>Bubbling frustration, that feeling of leaving something incomplete, lines turvy and unfinished.
>It's what I'm feeling right now.
>After Iadakan's death, I can't seem to get anything right.
>Everything looks wrong, the colors aren't right, the composition is all out of shape.
>I stare at the canvas, hands grasping the paint-brush, threatening to break it
>It was supposed to be a simple self portrait.
>Now, it's like looking through a fun-house mirror
>My scales a shade of pitch-black, maw contorted into a expression of pain, white silver dots looking into nothingness.
>It's not me, it's something else.
>The realization that I might not ever return to art, that Iadakan was the only thing that kept me attached to it...and that he's gone, forever...
>It settles on me, and I can't help myself from breaking down.
>Tears seep into my clothing and the bed.
>I can barely see a thing in this darkness, not after my 'performance piece' on the window.
>I can think straight, can't...
>For a moment, I swear, the drawing was looking at me...

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Anonymous Sat 03 Aug 2024 02:05:39 No.67940775 Report

Quoted By: >>67940883

>>67940637
>The more I stare, the more wrong it looks.
>Maybe it's the darkness, affecting my eyes, but the painting looks... deeper
>Am I... hallucinating? Was this all I dream?
>I hope so...
>My hand reaches towards the painting, moving ever so closely towards the still wet cloth.
>The thing is looking at me, staring
>It moved.
>My heart wrenches in terror as the beast crawls from out of the painting, it's oily body dripping paint all over my bed.
>Undistinguishable cackles echo from it.
>I try my best to crawl to safety, but it's too late, I feel the thing grasp my feet.
>And then...darkness.

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Anonymous Sat 03 Aug 2024 02:09:36 No.67940883 Report

Quoted By: >>67940913

>>67940775
>When I come to, I'm...still inside my bedroom
>I try to move, turn on the light, but I can't
>I'm stuck in something, smashed between frames
>As my eyes adjust, I see someone on my bed.
>It's...me...
>Footsteps approach
>"Olivia?"
>Inco! Maybe-
>'Come in'
>"Olivia...what happened in here? What's that painting?"
>'Needed to vent out some frustrations'
>"You feeling better?"
>INCO, PLEASE, THATS NOT ME!
>'yeah'
>"Let's go to the living room, Damien is worried."
>I stare in horror as Inco takes the copycat away, carrying her in his arms as if it were me.
>I try to scream, cry, move, anything.
>But I can't...

Fin