"a real you? What do you mean by 'the real you'? and why? i don't understand"
Thomas Maxfield has received a strange painting during his working time at a museum as an art restoration expert and a museum archivist. However,things started too change...
"arrgh.....my head.....what the hell?" I groan while woke up with a headache. I started to look around while my visions aren't clear yet. "A dream?" A few seconds passed, my vision's cleared, and once again the painting stood before me
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"Where....in the fucking hell am i?" I looked around, only to be welcomed by the creepy atmosphere. "How long are you going to keep sleeping?" Again, the voice rang from the painting. I stood up with caution, and saw the painting of the maiden. This time, she moves. This is not the thing i expected from a cursed painting. "It is rude to neglect a painting of a lady" Her tone sounds a little bit annoyed, as if she demands me to finish the painting before her time limit. "Am I really dreaming?" My mind is spinning with all the curiousity and questions about this unknown plane. "Hello? Are you listening to me?" She asked, like I am ignoring her questions. I sighed, and slowly walked to her.
"Come on now..." Her voice turned into a sweet and soft tone while hiding some annoyance in her, making me relax gradually as i walked near her.
"Hurry it up" i lost my self control as I walked closer to the painting while sinking myself in her voice with curiousity
Right after I took one last step, a mysterious force pulled me back to my original position. The pull is way much forceful that I lost my balance and tripped myself, falling ass first on the floor. "It's extremely RUDE to stare at a lady!" She paused a little bit after she gave me a itsy bit scoldings "well, would you look at that, you have a brush" i looked down at my hand and found it grabbing a round brush.
"Wait....how-" my word was cut out before I asked her how did she summoned my brush. "Hee hee, I've finally come across a painter" she giggled with happiness and excitement. "Have you come to paint me?"
"I don't understand, paint you? What do you mean by that?" I asked her one more time but this is time she ignored me. It seems that she wants me to be trapped in this voided place forever. I started investigate the place one by one, starting from the painting area. I ruffle the ground with my hand first when I saw a weird inky stains on the floor, the shape almost unsettlingly resembling a dead body. "Wait a minute, this feels strange. Has anyone who failed to paint her died here? With a horrible death?" I started to think about it, wondering how those victims died a horrible death here. Behind the easel is a shelf filling a shit ton of odds and ends as well as a bust statue on the top left corner of the shelf. Below the shelf are picture frames randomly placed and carelessly strewn about. "Just what in the devil's work is this place?" Right while I looking around, i finally found my phone lying on the floor
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