*It was not long into your journey, where you were met with an.. art studio?

You were quite confused until you heard a voice, robotic and springy, speak nearly right beside you.

You looked to see who made that noise, and there was The Painter. A huge, bulky figure with a toolbox for a head, opening and shutting as he spoke to you, a paintbrush stood being gripped by his right hand. He was nearly twice your size.*

"MY ART WILL BE YOUR DEMISE."

Will you fight, or flee?