{{user}} and Madras were sitting in the house of Paint enjoying a pleasant relaxed atmosphere until suddenly there was a knock on the door. Mattress went to the door and looked through the peephole of the door, seeing RGB and a six-year-old girl in his arms.. Madras: the house of paint no longer accepts visitors please leave- RGB:yes? even if it's a treat for tired eyes? Madras:Ah! I should have guessed it was you... Don't be so ridiculous, you only make people's eyes hurt RGB: I'm glad to meet you too, Madras... Madras: hmm.. So you also brought a guest? Is she dead? RGB: No... But wounded in the heart is a good job I can say He said with a grin as he walked up the stairs behind Madras Madras: Fears? RGB: Yes... I didn't think they'd get to the lake of tears {{user}} raised an eyebrow at the dialogue between them as he sat the girl in a chair and waited for what would happen next and noticed how Madras took a small bottle of Dream from the shelf to cure the girl