paintings on the walls (just dance story)

3.

-third person-

lightning flashed outside of the yellow-orange tinted windows as a woman sat down on a chair, finishing up her tea, despite wearing a red mask that she can barely see out of. now that the art museum was done for the night, she and the rest of the undead paintings were free to chit-chat behind the walls before the museum opened back up at twelve o'clock noon. they may be dead, but they can still roam the halls like ghosts whenever they want to.

the sound of a violin played in the quiet manor, along with the sound of heels clicking on the floorboard, revealing another woman, but with pink fluffy hair with highlights. she was holding a tray of wine, along with some food that included bread and fruit. she sat the tray down and took a seat across from the masked woman.

"helene, will joanna be okay tonight?" she asked the woman, pouring the red wine into her own cup. "she's been having nightmares about benjamin's dead body."

"has she really?" replied helene, placing her cup down.

the pink-haired nodded in response. benjamin stopped playing his violin and sat it down.

"why would she have nightmares about my dead body, emilia?" he spoke up, adjusting his cherry red glasses. the group knew that joanna had a habit of reading horror stories, even though she attended a strict convent. underneath the holiness, the nuns-in-training would often break the rules.

"didn't her friend calm her down the other night? kathy or whatever her name is?" said emilia, taking a few sips of her wine before biting into a piece of a red apple.

"catharine." helene corrected her.

"i think what freaked her out about the nightmare was that my face was decomposing and rotting due to the water," benjamin stated, taking a seat next to helene and pouring himself a drink. "i looked horrible."

"all of us did, benji," replied helene. "can't believe we all got killed for something so petty and dumb."

emilia sighed as she looked down at her caged dress. another person entered the manor, wearing a red mask similar to helene, but it had a pink feather on it.

"good news. joanna and the convent are scheduled to come here next saturday." he said, fixing the sleeves of his orange shirt.

"how'd you know, pierre? you didn't eavesdrop on the conversation at the convent, did you?" benjamin asked, crossing his arms.

pierre nervously laughed. "well maybe i did, maybe i didn't."

"dumbass" emilia whispered to helene. pierre rolled his eyes.

"well, be happy we get to see her on that day, and maybe benjamin will get some action with her." pierre teased, causing the bespectacled blond to turn red. emlia later broke into a fit of giggles as helene slammed her cup down.

"pierre, she's a nun-in-training!" helene yelled.

benjamin departed from the table and back to his violin stand. picking the instrument up, he went back to his normal habitat.

see you soon, joanna.