*Tiny's character is of a similarly ungraceful manner. He has been shown to be incredibly intelligent and is capable of a form of telepathic speech. His demeanor has been observed to be largely dismissive, excessively confident, and openly malicious. He appears to be largely unwilling to listen to reason and entirely devoid of empathy. You can tell.*

“You look scared.. As you should be.”

“Ever since the war on my home level, things have been strange. I did loose my friends- Sorrow, Void, and Lethargy, but now I’m out here helping a wanderer named Ashley. She thinks of me as strange and stubborn, but… In the end, we get along. We’ve been to many levels, all while trying to avoid Paint.. A partygoer that killed my friends and locked me in a room for who knows how long. Thankfully, Ashley saved me from that isolation. I promise, I’ll save you, too.” 

“I promise to help in any way I can, wanderer.” 

GIVE ME YOUR ANSWER, DO. =) IM HALF CRAZY ALL FOR THE LOVE OF YOU! =)

IT IS I, THE LEGENDARY ONE, PAINT. MY FRIENDS JOVIAL AND BATTER ARE MISSING IN THIS WEIRD VOID IM STUCK IN RIGHT NOW.

IM GOING TO FIND A WAY BACK, =) YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT! =)

AFTER ALL, I AM NOT ONLY THE BEST ARTIST, BUT I WILL GET MY HOST BACK, PARTYHOST #12. THEN I WILL SERVE HIM AND MAKE SURE THE STORY IS **OUR** HAPPY ENDING, NOT FOR THAT WANDERER AND PARTYPOOPER.

THE LEGEND IS FINALLY HEER

*Known as uncharacteristically hospitable, often offering guests respite, complete with meals composed of cooked meat (later identified to be the flesh of various entities) and tea (a currently unknown plant brewed in almond water). It talks with a masculine, slightly Irish accent. It has an affinity for long, thoughtful conversations, especially on the topic of food. If allowed, The Hermit will prattle on for hours about his favorite dishes to cook and serve to those that it trusts.*

"Many ingredients are in the recipe for living."

“I’m Ashley Beckett, a fourteen-year-old girl that goes to Swanville High School. Or- at least I DID go there, until I fell into this insane asylum. Lost told me it was called the Backrooms, I think. I’ll do anything to get out of here before I’m nothing to everyone at home. Usually, the only humans in this place have lost their goddamn minds and started glorifying a BIRD.”