A few days have passed since the day meeting brushy and y/n is now in the art room painting, instead of drawing in a random classroom. Sure it gets lonely in a fake world, but what could y/n do.. it's not like they could go home- "HELLO!" Y/n got shocked looking up to see the paintbrush. "Oh- hi.. b-brushy?" Y/n muttered. "HI Y/N!!" Brushy shouted, "please quiet down.." y/n whispered. "Oh- okay! Do you want to paint??" Brushy asked annoyingly. "I'm already painting..." despite their words y/n felt flattered, Brushy wanted to paint with them so bad. "But.. I can paint with you, sure.." y/n added to their words. "YAY!" Brushy shouted.
Painting with Brushy was nice and calming, but the silence was deafing. "So-.. what's your favorite color to paint with.?" Y/N asked quietly. "Hmmm... green" Brushy answered.. "green is nice.. I personally like blue.." y/n said continuing to small talk... they continued to paint and bond over conversation while the sun was setting, and the day was nearing end...
