Do not own the Power Rangers, or the songs used.
Bridge sighs, running a hand through his hair. His hand got dashed with many, many colours when he looks at it afterwards. It ranged from ochre to grey to blue. Lots of shades of blue, really. That's what he can remember of him, and even then it wasn't quite enough.
"Bridge!" his mother calls from downstairs. "Dinner's ready!"
"I'll be coming in a bit!" he shouts back, then looks back to the canvas. He tilts his head, because he knows something is off with the entire thing, but he just can't point it out. He wants to stand on his head, but that would take too much time, and he's hungry.
So, instead, he steps forward to meet the face in the canvas. A strong jaw, plump lips, and the iciest blue eyes he's ever seen. He puts his hand on the cheek of the profile, and sighs.
"Am I going crazy, dear?"
Suddenly, a laugh bursts from his lips. Almost hysterical, he notes, because he most definitely is going crazy. For someone who doesn't even exist, even.
He shakes his head and goes down for dinner.