We begin with a young girl, sleeping in bed...
You lie there, blissfully unaware...
A long, dark, inky arm grabs the girl- her friends struggling to grab onto her hand before she's dragged into a mirror
Are you ready to face the world you left unrepaired?
The girl holds onto an brush, trembling. She points it at the monster, causing it to back off.
You have been blessed with a magic tool,
She runs, trying to destroy a killer machine,
Have what it takes to scrap or renew,
She gets knocked back from an explosion, observing as her body dripped upwards.
And you have a choice on what path becomes true..
She stares in horror at a giant robot, poorly repaired with scrap, it's face turned into a giant clock.
Is it really a blank canvas, or a derivative?
She screams, a robotic pirate lunging at her
Initiative is telling me, I've got a chance to paint the place I've smudged with my face,
She runs behind a cyborg version of a long forgotten foe, filling it's fuel canister with a blue paint.
I'm facing my fate!
She sees a yellow haired girl angrily blow up a statue in an attempt to block her path, before riding away on a motorcycle.
Got me feelin like Icarus, flying high to fall right down and drown in all the Ink I spilled,
She smiles, waving shyly to an eerily familiar woman...
On what's already filled, talkin' bout the art that I had killed!
She stares in horror, a giant, black monster made of paint and ink staring back, it's face glowing green.
EPIC ROSES
A RWBY FANFICTION