The Painter lifted up his brush.
Just another normal painting....except this one was going to be different.
This one will change the world.
The painting was beautiful. All it needed was a finishing touch....his  touch.
The Painter leaned forward and gently touched the painting.
But as He touched the painting, He bumped the stool He was sitting on and smudged the painting. His beautiful painting. It changed the whole picture. For worse. He tried to stop it-but it was too late. The portal was opening. The Painter stepped back. There was nothing He could do.
He knew what he had to do; make another painting-a better one-one that would stop what was now coming out of the portal.
Something powerful.....He grasped His paintbrush as if his life depended on it. It did.
Quickly scrawling a picture on a blank canvas, the Painter held his breath.
The portal was getting bigger. A creature stepped out: the most beautiful creature The Painter had ever seen. How could this being be dangerous?
It hissed and charged. Oh. That is how it could be dangerous.
The creature revealed that it had very nice sharp claws made for slicing up little painters.
Not fully finishing His painting, the Painter quickly touched the painting. It came to life-but too late. The Painter was dead.