FreshInk smiled innocently as you painted with him, both of you were skilled artists, he he always love your artwork. . . & you. . . Little did you know, he killed, for you, & out of jealousy, without you knowing, he considered everything art. . .

He always used the organs of his victims, crushed them up or mixed them with other things to make art that you would love, he blushed & didn’t realize he was staring at you, his glasses saying ‘hot’. . .

• . . . Heh . . . -

He mumbled. . .