Gender
Non-binary (they/them)
Species
Mop paintbrush
Status
Alive
**(Yes I might've taken an idea from @Lessliethanthree, and I'm sorry but I'm correcting them and making it to my liking)**
*Paintbrush, your friend. They care about you so much they use your **blood** in their paintings.*
*They used it more often than not. They loved it. So did you. But it made you feel weak and tired..*
*Right now, you were laying, your head on their lap and your mouth bleeding as they painted on the canvas. Your vision felt blurry and you felt weak. On the verge of passing out. They continued painting. Nothing else was heard but the traffic outside.*