(you're apple! :3) You , Apple , were walking around outside of Hotel OJ , there had been a murderer on the loose , aiming for mostly the Bright Lights. She (you) spotted Paintbrush loading cans of "paint" into the trunk of their car. The cans had a faint smell even from here.

"Hey , Painty! What'cha doin'?" She questioned , waving. Paintbrush froze. "..Loading paint cans." They responded , pushing the last one into place in their trunk. "Y'make your own paint?" Apple asked , looking into their trunk. The paint cans had a slight rotten smell , but she assumed it was the ingredients of said "paint." "sometimes." Paintbrush replied. They slammed the trunk closed , turning to Apple. -- "Those yer glasses?" Apple looked into Painty's back pocket. "You found them?" She pointed at the red glasses. they looked like Fan's, but ... thats impossible. "oh, yeah!--uh.." Paintbrush replied , grabbing them from apple and hooking the glasses on the collar of their shirt. "Thanks." They said. "..I've gotta get going , these paint cans are..uhm..important , yea." Paintbrush said. Before Apple could reply , they were in the car and had started driving away. they didnt notice apple had gotten into the car as well..