Vincent held the tool, painting splatters everywhere as he slashed madly, a smile on his face. He stabbed down before slashing again. It was nearly done. He was just adding the final touches to his masterpiece. He stood back, taking it in before leaving the room, leaving it hanging to dry. He would give it to his love later.
Vincent led Phone Guy into the room in which his masterpiece resided and undid the blindfold. Phone Guy blinked once before staring at what was in front of him.
"You... Did this?" he asked, pointing.
The painting was a realistic portrait of him, capturing detail and lighting perfectly, as if a photograph was taken. The only difference was that the red was a murky brown instead of the usual scarlet.
"Yep!" Vincent smirked. "Like it?"
Phone Guy nodded dumbly. It was actually quite good. He'd keep it just for the sake of it.
"...What did you use for the paint?"
"Human blood from my last murder."
He promptly threw up.