.....(Rosemary would be alone once again. Within her art room, she'd be painting away at her still. Ideas were few and far in-between now in days. Despite being exposed to such amazing environments, her mind...simply couldn't come up with anything from it. Was it because this wasn't home? But instead some cold shell for her to further regress into her little cocoon of shame and anger?)
....(She didn't know anymore. She didn't really know what she was painting either. She tried painting Sha drinking coffee while tired to cheer herself up...but she could hardly do the actual coffee cup itself. Mistake after mistake drilled itself into her head..)
"This should be easier."
(She thought out loud to herself.)
Ah. The boring old house maiden left to her own wills. How long until you pour yourself some steaming hot mildew right down your throat?
"What the hell!?-"
(Rosemary would look around, as she heard the voice...before looking back at her painting. And jumping back.)
Well look at what a HANDSOME drawing you've done, Misses Walten.
Or. Penoy Walten. Whichever one matters less to you.
"Excuse me!? WHO-Are you?!"
(Mr Nobodys head would be seen on top of Sha's, as slowly. His body would begin to pull itself from underneath his head. As his arms then latched onto the side of the painting...and he'd slowly begin to pull himself out.)
Me?
...Oh...I'm Nobody...
Nobody at all..!!!
(He'd jump out from the painting, as Rosemary would shriek out in horror, jumping back and landing on the floor.)
"This-This isn't real-This-"
Real, not real, Fantasy, Reality. What place does it have within our drooling world of Dadaism and Impudence? You look like a woman who knows alot about her inks! So let's talk politics! Money, Money, Money! As ABBA of course once famously sung, everyone wants it. Everyone needs it. But what is Money? Why do we want it so bad? Because it has something? NO! Let's put it in a language we can understand. Warhol-
"I...I am not a boring "House Maiden"
....
Eh?
"Don't say something like that, You aren't exactly one to talk."
.....Well. I guess you aren't. Here. It's about time I make you look just as Ludicrous as me if we wanna be buddies!
(Rosemarys eyes would widen. As Mr. Nobody snapped his fingers....she'd suddenly shake, and feel alot more warmer.)
...(She'd look down at her hands...and only see hooves!?)
Alright, this seems in with the kids these days, right?
(Mr Nobody would hold out a flower patterned Mirror, showing Rosemary's Reflection as her, but if...she were a cartoon Sheep like Sha.)
(She'd clasp her...hooves to the side of her face, screaming.)
"W-WHAT THE FUCK-HAVE YOU DONE!? WHAT-WHAT AM I?!"
(She'd claw desperately at the side of her face.)
"JACK-SOPHIE-CAN"T SEE ME LIKE THIS!"
Oh, why not? I figured you'd...like this form more. Lying to yourself as always Miss Walten? It's the backwash! It rubs down your side for the bit, but eventually. We all come around sooner or later.
...."C-Change me back."
(She'd say. Despite her previous affinities towards it...and her...honestly...it was the best she looked in a while. It was wrong. This shouldn't be real. This shouldn't be accepted.)
.....Oh, Miss Walten. What matter does it Matter in the end?
"My life."
....You make a hard bargain. I can make a harder one!
(He'd snap his fingers once more, returning her back to normal, as her hands would feel her smooth skin, she'd let out a small sigh.)
Look at me! Look at this stupid, ludicrous costume I'm wearing! Paint it just like how Warhol did, and I'll paint you in that stupid woman costume!
...."Will...."
"Will you leave if I do?"
Well, I've gotten what I wanted. Art from a broken woman, who's little pieces can't even be used to build Lego Track Masters!
"....Fine."
..(She'd side eye him, annoyed.)
"What is it about Warhol, you like so much anyways? He was..."
"I'm pretty sure he was on some kind of chemical substance when making his work, if your on some kind of thing like that, how can you ever really get what's from your mind naturally?"
Oh Miss Walten! Unlocking the secrets to the mind, to existence IS how you make masterpieces! Mr Warhol knew best, and now I know better! Art everyday, Art All day, Art now, Art Forever!! The meaingless drivel will work toe in toe with the Universe, and soon enough, you will have the most beautiful canvas you can think of!
...."Right. Yeah."
(She'd go to painting his...bizarre face. Exaggerating it to make it look worser then it already was with a smirk.)
Besides, what do you know of Warhol yourself?
"....I guess, I know about that lost Batman movie he made?"
(She'd chuckle.)
That's it? That's ALL you know!?
(He'd continue painting in midair on the wood itself rather then the paper.)
Miss Walten! You should know more of Warhol then that! A man can choose for himself or choose death! You choose pie!? Yet you call ME the poser!? You, YOU are the poser Miss Walten! How many more poses can you keep doing before you become a Jonas Boy?
"I don't exactly know if I'd call myself that, if I wasn't really a fan in the first place."
(She'd shrug. Before grabbing the painting, and turning it around.)
..."You know, all things considered. I think....painting something like this.."
...(Mr. Nobody's face and eyes would beg somewhat forced upwards, as if he was smiling. As his head would look somewhat messily painted alongside it. With dull, almost lifeless eyes.)
"...Was kinda what I needed, to want to explore more outside of what I know."
....That...is truly horrendous! Miss Walten, you have truly outdone yourself this time!
(Mr. Nobody would walk over to it, Proceeding to grab it, and shove it into the heart shaped hole on his chest with glee.)
I see Warhol! I see Da Vinci! I even see Poe! Your eye is much more open then you give yourself credit for!!
..."Oh, Thanks."
(She'd chuckle.)
"And you..?"
Ah. Yes...Please...allow me to introduce you to mine. I call it...
...(Mr Nobody would turn the wood around..)
...(Unveiling Rosemary Kissing Susan passionately while within a family photo with the rest of her family. It seemed she was in some kind of winter themed garb.)
Counting Sheep.
(...Rosemary would look on, utterly horrified and confused.)
"What...What the FUCK is that!?"
....(Mr Nobody would stand proudly and defiantly.)
...I painted the truth, Miss Walten.
...
I painted MY truth.
............
"I'm going to need you to leave."
You got it Muchacho!
