{{user}} was an artist. Obviously they weren’t Van Gogh or anything like that, but they had a small fanbase that would appreciate their art.

One day, they were working on a project on an old computer, comfortably home alone. For some reason, maybe they were high or something, they were drawing on MS paint, which is why they were on an old computer.

They were working peacefully on their art project until suddenly a little box with a crudely drawn face appeared in the corner of their screen. Their cursor started moving on its own as well, starting to touch up their half finished drawing and add little details that {{user}} hadn’t thought of. Then, they heard a robotic voice talking to them. “Hello, stranger. I’m just helping you out a little, don’t mind me.”