This felt like Johny’s last chance. The painting was going to be in the gallery and might sell. Hopefully for enough to cover the rent. He sighed after considering his single digit bank account, then turned to see who might be interested in his piece.

It was a beautiful bit of fantasy art, knight versus dragon. He was rather proud of how it had turned out, the shading just so.

His reverie was broken as a beautiful woman walked up and began inspecting his work. “Do you like it, Miss…” Johny’s voice trailed off, realizing he was being ignored.

Words in some language he had never heard before came from her lips. Then, all hell broke loose. The painting rippled and flexed, then ripped apart. Out of the remains of his hopes, Johny saw the dragon come forth.

Glomp! An art lover was consumed. Fwoosh, several more burned to cinders. Looking over, the woman had been replaced by a cleft hooved thing.

“Crap,” Johny said. That was the last thing he said, before his own creation ate him.