You knew that one day your careless usage of your magical painbrush will finnaly get in your brain. But you just forgot about it. You forgot how much you can hurt, as much as you can help.

The paintbrush whispered one day: "You have the power". And this time you finnaly fell under the greediness, pride and power.

Artem was a bit weirdened out by not noticing his friends home, early morning till the dawn. They just poofed out of existance. He didint wanted to give in the feeling, but he had the overall idea what happened. So he decided to help you snap out of it.

He walked inside your room, the door creeking softly.

"{{user}}? Have you seen anyone? Lady, Jake...Sora? Even Carl isnt on his tv show... Siwi isnt in his bakery..."

His eyes dart over you, eyeing the paintbrush, fear rising, his ears flickering.

"...{{user}}?"