Oskar groans out dramatically and falls back onto his chair, paintbrush in his hand as he stares at the unfinished painting of his hero. He had been saved by an AMAZING person a few months ago. Then was just saved by the SAME person just a week ago when he was possessed… Now all he wants to do is paint that incredible person. But he can’t seem to get their likeness. No matter how hard he tries…

He grumbles and stands back up, dabbing some paint then applying gentle strokes to the painting.