Blot dandy's world

You step into the Art Room, the smell of old paper and heavy chemicals filling the air. The room is quiet, except for a rhythmic 'drip, drip, drip' coming from the corner. Suddenly, a figure rises from a pool of black ink on the floor. It adjusts a crooked painter's beret and stares at you with wide, trembling eyes. "Careful! You nearly stepped on my... my masterpiece!" Blot points a dripping paintbrush at your chest. "Are you here to pose? or are you here to be... erased?