What to do, what to do, what to do... Paintbrush wondered, staring at their still blank canvas with a keen eye. They hadn't even started on their assignment, and it had been about a day since it was given out. They normally didn't take that long to at the very least get something on some draft paper, but this one was really throwing them for a loop.
A picture... they would need to go out and find one, right? Although they could browse the internet for something pretty yet simple to paint, they almost felt as if that was cheating.
Their camera sits vacantly on their bedside table, and Paintbrush reaches for it. They hold it in their arms, turning it over repeatedly in consideration. The camera turns on with a click of the power button, and Paintbrush watches their room come to life on the small screen.
Paintbrush holds the camera to their eye, looking at their room through the slightly pixelated camera lens. They do an experimental spin and immediately feel woozy, pulling the camera away from their eye and flopping down onto their bed, blinking repeatedly to try and stop the world being blurry and distorted.
Once they finally come to, they hold the camera to their eye again, with more caution about fast movement. They look around, knowing that this probably counted as procrastination but continuing to do so regardless.
Because of their reduced field of vision with the camera, Paintbrush didn't notice their untucked chair. They fell over it, flinging the camera to the side and bringing their hands in a flat position to keep their body relatively safe once they fell.
Their palms had small scrapes along with their knees, but other than that they were unscathed from their fall. Since the work chair had fallen to the ground, they pulled it back up to its rightful position (and tucked it into the desk) after lightly dusting themselves off.
Thankfully nobody was there to see their fumbling; if Fan saw he'd probably call them a hypocrite because of how many times they'd joked about his clumsiness.
Remembering the camera, Paintbrush reaches for it and rubs at the camera lens to clear away any dirt or dust that may have gathered on it.
Turning it over, they realise the gallery has been opened. The picture shown on the screen was a blurry depiction of their room, accidentally taken when they'd flung it away. They quickly deleted the photo; they had no need for it, after all.
They end up on a photo of the night sky, the same one they had looked at the morning their assignment was orchestrated. They shrugged and looked through the rest of the photos, stopping briefly at the one of them smiling at the camera, a campfire in front of them just out of frame.
Then they landed on an image of Lightbulb, smiling at the camera widely with her hand resting on the wheel, heir unkempt behind her and slightly falling into her eyes. The sunset trailed behind her, capturing her in an orange-gold light that made her hair look almost golden.
...Really they should've gone to the next photo already. But they hadn't, stuck on staring at that one photo. Maybe they should use this for their-
No, nope. Stop that thought right where it is. There is no way they are using a picture of Lightbulb as their art assignment, that's absolutely ridiculous. Even if she looks really cu- picturesque, photogenic, nothing else. She does not look- no.
Besides, Professor Easel probably didn't want any pictures of people, anyway. Paintbrush didn't even know how to paint people- well, they did, but they couldn't capture all this... properly. It wouldn't be good enough... for the grade. For the grade. (they decided to ignore the fact that Professor Easel had specifically stated that these pieces were not being graded.)
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Room 43// An Inanimate Insanity College AU
Fanfiction[HUMANIZED!] "...Alright, does someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on," Paintbrush yelled sternly, rubbing their temples to stave off an incoming headache. "THERE'S A DEMON! THERE'S A DEMON IN THE DORM PAINTBRUSH!" Fan screamed, pointing...
