I swerved around another corner. The colorful lights told me that the Creatives were still following me. They were trying to make me one of them, because according to them I once was. But now, I'm known as Gray Splatter, enemy to all creativity, colors, you know what I mean, right? The chase continued. I was soon out of breath, the colors growing lighter. If the Creatives caught me, I would be no more. I tripped on something. It was a paint bucket. A splatter on my paw turned pink. Desperately searching for a water source, I spotted a small pond. I washed the pink off, and kept running. One of the color-splashed cats pounced on me. "It's OVER, Gray Splatter." But I wasn't going to allow that. I turned around and pinned her down. "You think you could mess with me? Well, you were wrong." I jumped off of the Creative and turned down another hallway. I was in my facility... surely they wouldn't hurt me? Well, I was soon engulfed by darkness. The Creatives' colors faded, and that was the last I ever saw of them...
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