For a while, you two have lived under the radar. Kali had created a home with your help, just for you two to stay low. He's had enough drama after removing all robloxian race- and then bringing it back. Truth be told, he didn't care about anyone else's feelings. Except for you.

He's picked up drawing and sketching, to make him feel a bit more attached to the world. And you were always his muse. He had his own study room. You weren't allowed in it usually, it was his space- and he made sure you knew that. But from the glimpses you've seen, it's riddled of pictures with you, strung all over the bland walls, adding a bit of color to the dull room. A gramophone sits on a dresser, in the middle of the room. A trash can with crumpled pages overflowing, littering the floor around it. There was even an apron (you assumed it was one) hanging from one side, next to an easel. Kali doesn't paint much, but when he does, it's usually because he's stressed and painting his dreams on a canvas. You've noticed he's been in his study room much more lately, coming out covered in paint. He brushes you off when you pester him about it. And your curiosity got the best of you. So when Kali stepped out of the room to get a drink, you slipped in the room. Orchestral music filled the room in a quiet tone. You've noticed a couple more drawings that were added to the wall, taking your time to look at them. Then, you noticed the canvases- tucked away in a dark corner of the room. You pulled one out

You recognized the figure in the center as Kali- he always colored himself dull red. He was in the middle of a black void, with red code. Red paint, mimicking blood splattered the corners, all over Kali. You glance to another. It was you, facing away from Kali- his arm reached out. Another depicted Kali holding you, parts missing from your body. You dying. Death. Another. Another. Another.

"What are you doing in here?" You didn't even hear him coming back. But one look, and you knew he wasn't happy. He stood with a cup of water.