Paintbrush POV:
some things in life are planned but other things aren't, like dropping your ice cream on a hot summer day, as much as it really ignites my bristles I'm learning to stay calm. That's what Test Tube has been telling me to do at least, and hey, I've been taking her advice quite well! I haven't Ignited in about a week! Things have been going well, I've especially been working on my love comic, it's a Romeo and Juliet cliche, but with a twist, still trying to figure out what the twist should be though..
Narrator POV:
Paintbrush pushes in their desk cabinet and walks to put on their shoes as they grab their bag. They get their shopping list and head out. Walking outside they notice a patch of grass is a bit taller than the rest. "That's odd." They thought, but didn't think much of it.
Paintbrush POV:
Chips.. Bread.. and milk! I should be able to get this before they close. Dang, I didn't know Idiotic Shopping could be so packed, maybe the name has something to do with it. Aha! Bread! Just need to check if it's gluten free and then I could move onto the chips! Wow.. So many flavors! I guess I'll get classic, Im a bit of a picky eater.
Narrator POV:
Paintbrush gets all of the supplies they need and walk back to their small home.
As they approach the home though, they find a small, green critter standing on their doorstep..
Grassy POV:
Wow this home is so huge! And not just compared to me! Haha! I guess I should ring the doorbell to see where I am, this isn't Dream Island, the last thing I remember seeing was Flower telling me to get out of her sight. The doorbell is way too tall me for me ring it, so I suppose I'll sit here until mister "Paintbrush" comes to get me!
Paintbrush POV:
What the heck does this little green goblin think he is? "Who are you" I ask, Expecting a very detailed answer. "I'm grassy!" He responds. "And you must be.. mister Paintbrush!" He goes on. My bristles go hot. "I'm non-binary, thank you." "Well I'm grassy!" He responds again so cheerful. "Why are you here, Grassy..? I've never seen you around here before." I ask very skeptical. "Well, it appears I've been lost, and I need somewhere to stay for the night, so can you take me in?" He asks. "I don't have enough money nor time for a foreigner." I reply in monotone. "But I'm gonna get all wet from rain, or eaten by dogs!" He says quickly and frantically. Dog..? What the hell is a dog.. who cares, this "Grassy" is clearly rather delusional or a child. "How old are you, Grassy?" I ask bending down to his height. "I'm.. Grassy!" He responds slightly confused by the fact that he has an age. "Just come in.." I sigh, letting the green critter in.
Grassy POV:
Wowowow! Paintbrushes house is so nice! It even has a pet rat by the trashcan and everything! "You're house is really nice" I say quietly, but squeaky. "Thanks." They reply. Huh. What's up with them? "Can you take me to the sleeping areas??" I ask. They give me a confused look as if I did something bad. "You can sleep in my room. On a sleeping bag. On the floor." They reply.
That doesn't sound so comfy. Paintbrush pulls out a blue sleeping bag next to their bed and opens it so I can crawl inside. I do crawl inside and try to shut my eyes as Paintbrush climbs into their larger bed, with yellow sheets. "Will there be breakfast?" I ask, hoping for an answer from Paintbrush. "Only if you go to sleep." They reply dozing off. So I decided to stop daydreaming and start sleeping. Paintbrush is my favorite object from over here!
