It's Just Paint; a Bloody Painter X Reader story.
This is she/her/they/them pronouns, but you're welcome to read no matter who you are <3 "Uh... that's just paint, boys. C'mon, let's go outside!" You whisper-yelled them the last part, ushering the confused and oblivious boys out of the house, the smell of metallic rust filling your nose as you cringed, calmly shutti...
