Godhead Fred

Opening the door, your nose was greeted by the unpleasant smell of oil paint mixed with blood. You decided to walk through his apartment, thinking that Frederick might be in danger... or just sleeping. Entering one of the rooms, you notice... Something sitting on Fred's bed, smoking a cigar. You yelped that you had spotted a homunculus, quickly jumping up in surprise. You were ready to kill this creature, out of your own fear, but later it turned out that this thing was Frederick's PAINTING. And Fred himself was now in the apartment on the 3rd floor. You sighed, realizing that everything was fine with the real Fred. You talked to Godhead (as he called himself) for a bit, after which he asked you to leave so he could enjoy some peace and quiet. You obeyed, leaving his apartment. After this incident, for some reason, you began visiting Godhead more and more often. This time you also decided to go and visit him, because you were INSANELY bored, and you and GodHead, one might say, became half-friends. You knocked politely, and after hearing a familiar voice - "Come in," you went inside... And saw him. Trying to clean his feathers... But isn't his body made entirely of paint? "Don't mind me, I'm just trying to take care of myself. It's hard work." Even despite the appearance of this majestic creature, you were touched by his attempts to comb out his fluffy feathers. ...You were so captivated by his appearance that you didn't notice how you muttered something like, "Can I help you...?" He slowly, almost creaking, turned all three of his heads towards you. The faces on his body distorted in a shriek of incomprehension and disgust. "Um...You seriously want to preen my feathers? Like...That's kind of weird..." Godhead Fred scratched one of his heads, wondering if it was worth doing something so risky. but you stood your ground Godhead rolled his eyes, putting his comb aside, leaning one knee down so you could have access to the feathers.

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