Hiya guys! So this was a totally random story that I thought of one day. I guess you could say I was in sort of a bad mood when I wrote this...But whatever, I like how it turned out! I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I may own the twisted mind that thought of this, but I own nothing else.
Gog his painting was was so colorful and full of life! The rich greens and bright blues that provided the background shone through the darkness of the room. The rich brown of the tree trunks and soil made his skin shiver in pure bliss. The yellow and fuschia of the sun made his heart pound and the dark red of the flowers made it flutter.
But there was one color that made his stomach twist and churn.
Candy red.
The color was, of course, reserved for the main subject of his painting. A bright, red rose stood in the middle ground of the painting. He had spent so much time on it, for it had to be absolutely perfect. And it was. There was no flaw to be seen. It drew all eyes onto it at once. Only after seeing it did the onlookers notice there was more to the painting. That is, if there were any onlookers.
There were, however, others in the room. His friends were all in the corner of the room, looking as peaceful as they could with the situation they were in. They sat, against the wall and leaning on each other.
Gamzee smiled as he gazed at them. They had been so motherfucking helpful with his painting!
There was only one last color that was missing from his painting. He walked to where his friends sat, humming his favorite tune as he went. The pure white eyes of his friends stared blankly around the room as the troll reached down and grabbed a short, sharp knife.
He walked back to his painting and reached his arm out. Slowly, he dragged the blade over his wrist. He hissed slightly at the pain but smiled happily as he dipped his fingers in the rich, flowing purple liquid. He dragged his fingers across the canvas, smearing three long, purple lines across it.
Ah, finally. His beautiful painting was complete. He stepped back and placed his bleeding wrist at his mouth, sucking lightly at the wound. He looked over his painting for a few minutes before he decided that yes, blood paintings were the best kind there were.
So, whatcha guys think? Was it any good? Any tips for next time?! Reviews!?