Alone, again. In the fake world to ignore all their problems y/n is drawing in a classroom, looking up from time to time. This time when y/n looked up to breath they saw a.. paintbrush? A paintbrush, clean, looking like it had just came out the package. "W-what are you..?!" Y/n yelps. "I'm Brushy, your paintbrush friend!" It spoke. Y/n couldn't help but feel flustered by this brush's kind words and reassurance.. Y/n couldn't muster up anything, absolutely nothing.. they just sat there shocked. "I like your drawing! Maybe you can paint with me someday.. literally!" The brush said more happily than anything brush should ever be. "..y-yea maybe.." Y/n let out with a sigh.
