Okay, I've been working on this for a while after reading Making Money. Let me know what you think! Thanks to Sweetest-Sammy for beta-ing :)
Disc-laimers: I own none of the characters, I'm just playing with them for a while. I won't break them I promise :)
This is utter perfection. Just me and my paints, with nothing to disturb me. Well nothing other than the incessant banging downstairs, but I can easily ignore that. I can look down at the little pictures in front of me, the ones I bought from the post office on my way home. When compared to the ones on my easel - the ones that I've just painted - they're perfect, exact replicas.
The banging is much louder now, almost as if the people downstairs are trying to break in. But why would anyone want to break into my house? It's not as if I'm rich. I have nothing they could possibly want to steal. I'm sure they'll go away eventually.
I'll just pick up my newly painted little pictures. I know that they're pictures of the new post office, and they look very nice, but I wonder why people want to buy them, and why they're only being sold for a penny each. Never mind, it's not as if I'm going to sell my little paintings. What would be the point in that? If I walk over to one of the lines of string hanging from the rafters, I'll just find an empty spot to hang these up so that they can dry. I've already painted them almost a hundred times, but I don't care.
I hear the door suddenly crash open downstairs, I hear lots of people running around. I wonder what they want? Well I suppose I'm about to find out, because they've just come running into the room. It's the City Watch. Why are they here?
And why is someone putting handcuffs on me? Did I do something wrong? I suppose I'll find out soon, wherever they're taking me. But what are they doing to my paintings! They're taking them all down! They can't do that, if they take them down now, they won't dry properly! But I can't tell them any of this, because I'm too far away now. They're putting me into a cart on the street.
Am I under arrest?
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I look around the courtroom. Why am I here? From what the Watchmen asked me about, it's because of my paintings. Was it wrong to copy those little pictures? I didn't know!
There's the nice man from the bank, the one in the golden suit. Except today he isn't wearing the golden suit, he's wearing a black one. I wonder why? No one seems to recognise him without the suit, at least until he was called to the stand. What's he saying? And why did he just call those pictures 'stamps'?
From the looks on people's faces, I've done something bad. Very bad. Wait, did I hear that right. I'm guilty? Of what?
Oh. Forgery. Were those pictures copyrighted? They didn't have anyone's name on them! I wonder what the punishment is. A fine probably, it's not as if I killed someone. Why is everyone looking at me as if I'm sick? They all look as if-
Oh. Lord Vetinari - at least I think that's who it is, it looks like the little picture of him - just told everyone what the sentence is for forgery.
Death.
Well, that doesn't seem so bad. It sounds peaceful, but I might have a sore neck afterwards, because they're going to hang me . Although, from the way everyone's looking at me, it doesn't seem like it's very nice. Mr. Lipwig doesn't appear to be very happy, either. He's gone really pale, and started rubbing his neck. I wonder why? Oh well. I might ask him.
I wonder if you get paints in heaven?
Well, you know what to do :P