The Original Minors Of The Dream Smp.

Paintings (this one is just a scrap idea)

ELLO WELCOME BACK!

So this is just a scarp for a story I thought of. UHM. sorry it sucks but yeah :D

Warnings: cussing. That's basically it!

Enjoy!
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Purpled was angry.

He'd bet anyone in his position would be angry, too.

Being in a museum well after dark, alone, making sure no one was there and no one was going to break in wasn't— pleasant to be put simple.

Why did he have to be here? Out of everyone else?

He hummed a tune to himself slowly, making his way around the museum with his shoes clicking on the floor every step.

He then came along a painting he liked to look at when it wasn't as dark.

It looked like three friends. He was guessing so, at least.

One very tall- one a little bit shorter then the other- and one way shorter.

It made him wonder, truly.

He always stared at the painting. When the light beamed on it even from the flashlight, it showed the paints in the beautiful matter, making them a pleasure to be able to see. It was an amazing painting.

There was already some patter or rain outside, but when Purpled saw lighting struck the painting he got shocked, nearly dropping his flashlight as he fell back off his feet.

When he looked back up, he watched three people stumble out of the painting.

"Jesus fuck—" One of them yelled, landing on his back as he fell out of it. The other two, getting lucky and tripping a bit, ended up landing on their feet.

One of them, the taller one, reached out to help the boy up, before the ladder made a rude remark,  "Shut up boob boy, I don't need your help." Before he huffed and got up himself.

The one, who just got up, was wearing a red suit. He had golden blonde hair as he ran a hand through it.

The shortest, who looked genuinely confused, wore  a green suit. He had his eyebrows furrowed as he looked around the museum.

And the tallest, who huffed a laugh at the one in the red suit, was wearing a purple one. Smiling, laughing at the other others antics.

Purpled wasn't sure what to say- if anything at all. So he just cleared his throat, getting the attention of the others.

"Uh- hi?" He mumbled, standing up and holding his flashlight towards them, making them shine even brighter. The only other light was the moon casting through the windows.

The one in the red suit snarled, looking at him. "Ew," he yelped.

The shortest one slapped him on the back of the head, before apologizing to Purpled.

Okay but— what the absolute shit is going on??!

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WOO!

I could finish this... but it's too late to think of that now.

This sucks and I'm so sorry lol :]

Drink some water,

Ace