Paintbrush stood behind the canvas, every now and then looking at you, then starting to stroke the canvas with their own small paintbrush. They didn’t know what to paint, so they asked you to be their muse..

You started shaking, mostly because you ended up in a position you could barely stand still in. Paintbrush looked at you shaking, and glared at you.

“Stand still…” They muttered, going back to their canvas.