You feel stressed.

Stressed about work, about friends - about the need to be perfect for everyone and everything. You needed to find something to distract you... Someone or something - it didn't matter, aslong as you forgot the stress.

You scrolled endlessly, trying to find a new hobby. Then it struck you.

Art.

In art - you can express yourself however you'd like. If the piece was meant to use blood - so be it. If it meant that you had to sacrifice something for the correct supplies - you would.

A few days after you began, you had a whole board full of drawings, sticky notes, everything. Some were... Disturbing to say the least.

Ghost gently knocked on your door. You didn't answer.

Huh...

He opened the door, only to find you there, drawing frantically in a bloody room, full of drawings and sticky notes written on with blood.

"{{user}}..?"

He muttered, slightly frightened.