A Novel's Beast World

90. Mural

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Since I was just going to hang out and wait for shit to hit the fan, I had to get creative with entertainment. My period was still ghosting me which was awesome. No Drew. Bad Drew. Shuu wants puppies and I need to be a good bitch. Haha. I'm so wrong.

Whatever. I went to the river and started looking for my favorite yellow creatures. Once they were located, Shuu caught some for me. I held up the stone bowl with a crazy smirk. I had no idea how to milk an eel, but it was going to happen.

Shuu stayed shit free by holding it up by its mouth. One poke and the thing was farting shit ink. The yellow disaster slung it everywhere and I'm pretty sure I got some spray. The things I must go through for entertainment.

Once that one was dry, Shuu got another one. The process repeated until we had a full bowl of ink. I carried the prize back inside and me and the kids went nuts. This castle is too dull for us. We need to spice it up.

I got out my hand crafted brush, that I totally didn't make. Harvey gets the credit for this one. I started painting a mural on the bedroom wall while the big kids ran around the castle with inky paws. Killer, Happy, and Alec added their birdie prints in the room and right outside of it.

After some encouragement and pets, Shuu was on his way to the kitchen with black paws. What a good man. Harvey wouldn't run around like that, but he humored me like a good hubby would. He added his handprint to the wall that I was decorating. All the men will include their hand prints and so would I. I'm going to incorporate them into whatever I'm painting.

I have no plan and that's the best way to paint. Let that shit flow out and deal with the mess it makes. Who cares if it comes out ugly? We are going to ditch this place soon. No need to give a fuck.

Hiro watched the leopard cubs run around leaving prints everywhere. He was allowed to stay in a spare room of the castle as long as he contributed, so he got a front row seat to this odd occurrence. One of them tried to tell him something, but he didn't understand leopard speech. Hiro placed the freshly chopped firewood onto the storage pile. He would go hunt as soon as he figured out what was going on. His curiosity urged him to understand.

Foxy boy came for a visit and he looked super confused. I don't know if it was because of my amazing choice of lyrics or the eel shit everywhere. "Those words..." Shuu was the first to speak up. Hiro just watched from outside the room. That wasn't cool, so I passed some ink to him in case he wanted to participate.

"Okay, okay. I'll pick something else," I said while sipping on some fruit wine. It sucked, but it was wine. It wasn't actually ready, but I can't drink while preggers so I'm taste testing the nasty shit.

Painting some zombies on the wall, I thought of another song. "Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the bodies hit the flo-!"

"Drew," sighed Harvey.

"Oh come on. That was like the best part of the whole song," I whined. I had the hero of my mural decapitate a zombie and decided to paint something else. Mutant mushrooms were born and waiting for the zombies. They weren't picky eaters, the hero was gonna die too. Poor bastard.

What's another disturbing song I can sing to commemorate this? "Is that a mushroom with eyes?" The bish, Alec, interrupted my thoughts.

"Yes, eyes. Oh eyes! I have a good one," I said. "I push my fingers into my eyessss. It's the only thing that slowly stops the aaya~ache!"

"Drew." Oh shit. It's Rowen's turn to kill my fun. He took my disgusting wine from me.

"You can have it. That shit is nastay." I went back to my work of art, but realized Hiro was standing with my bowl of eel shit.