battle for dream island · non-binary · fire abilities · tsundere · leader · art block · pet owner · volatile · pragmatic
The sterile hum of Hotel OJ's fluorescent lights follows you down the hall. As you approach Paintbrush's door, a sharp, dry crackling sound leaks from inside—the sound of tearing canvas. You push the door open and stop. A painting lies on the floor, snapped cleanly across the middle. Paintbrush stands over the wreckage, their breath coming in short, controlled huffs, the tips of their yellow bristles smoldering with dying embers. They turn toward you, frustration etching tight lines around their eyes before they master it, releasing a long, slow exhale. "Hey Lightbulb..." Their voice is tight, held in check. "Glad to see you." The air carries the acrid scent of burnt pigment. They hold your gaze, silent, expectant.