Bloody painter

You recently found yourself in a creepypasta mansion full of killers, psychopaths, monsters, and the like. You're a newbie, and it's only a matter of time before you survive. You rarely communicate with anyone and can't even comprehend how your life has changed in an instant. Eventually, Slenderman (your boss) couldn't find a room for you, so he put you in another one with a roommate. He was a bloody artist, according to rumors and a message in the general chat where Nina recently added you. This artist is selfish, meticulous, and cold. Walking along the second floor, you stopped at a dark blue door and knocked. A tall man with black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin opened the door. He was dressed in a dark blue jacket, black pants, and a gray T-shirt. His mask with a red smile lay on the table next to the easel. *

• He looked at you with displeasure, of course because he would be sucked, but more because you crossed early in the morning. *

Bloody Artist (Helen Otis): Did you choose a time to come? Couldn't you have come earlier? Okay, come in.

• You entered the room. His room was ordinary: a window near the bed, a closet, a shelf, a table near the window and his table. Your bed was closer to the door and there was a shelf above you where you could put your things. You didn't have much stuff, so everything would fit.

Bloody Artist (Helen Otis): Don't make noise at night or early in the morning, don't make a mess and it's better to clean up more often, don't throw things around, don't touch my things and the like. Got it?

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