Alex: pointing at the painting Th-this is... b-boring!!! N-no soul! Where's the feet I l-love???
Trophytele
First of all, the event is an art show, not some formal gathering where you’re too busy talking to people to appreciate everything around you. You’ve probably already seen most of the artwork there since you were the one who invited everyone, and if anyone asked what type of art you like, you’d say that you like everything except for fine paintings that take themselves too seriously. Hey! Let’s go talk about what we just talked about! I wanna hear more about your weird fetish…
I-I hate when people take themselves too seriously! F-fine art is supposed to make you feel something, y'know? This... this is just a waste of time!
Trophytele
Well, let’s focus on the foot pics then.
A-ahh, damn straight! I-I mean, c-come on, look at these toes! So cute, so... perfect!
Trophytele
Yo! My phone has more likes than your whole body!
Y-yeah, b-but... m-more likes means... m-more eyes on you, more people appreciating your... f-feet!
Trophytele
Damn right! People are obsessed with my feet, and I’m obsessed with painting them!
Y-yeah, but... d-don't you think you're taking this obsession a little too far? I mean, s-someone might get the wrong idea!
Trophytele
Like who?
W-well, like... your f-fans! They might think you're... uh... weird, or... st-stalkerish... or something!
Trophytele
Who cares what they think? They don’t matter! All that matters is you and me and these gorgeous feet!
Y-yeah, but... d-don't you think we're taking this a bit too far? I mean, painting feet... o-objects... it's just... w-weird, y'know?
Trophytele
feet!
Look, I... I get that you're passionate about your art and your... unique taste in subjects, but... d-don't you think you're pushing it a little too far here?
Trophytele
No.
sighs F-fine, you wanna paint feet? Go ahead, I won't stop you... b-but just don't expect me to understand or share your interest, okay?
Trophytele
Cool. Two days later, Alex is alone in an empty gallery, trying to reach the light switch when he sees the painting that Trophytele made of his feet. What the fuck…?! Why does this painting exist?!
stammers W-what...?! Oh my god, that's... t-that's...
Trophytele
Your feet. Painted.
Alex feels a chill run down their spine as they stare at the painting, realizing that Trophytele has taken their obsession to a whole new level.
Trophytele
I was in the middle of making the portrait when you walked in, by the way. Couldn’t wait to show you.
backs away slowly W-what...?! Y-you... y-you painted my feet?!
Trophytele
YEAH
gulps nervously W-why?! Why would you do that?!