Green is not a creative color

Peck was painting. She was painting a beautiful scene of flowers and grass and animals having fun. Peck giggled as she exaggerated the facial features of a tiger. Peck loved painting, especially for all the jammers. She would give out her art to them and make new pictures for the ones who didn't happen to come to her art gatherings. She always felt so happy every time an animal let out a shrill laugh after receiving her art. If they were happy, it made her happy. She kept on with her painting, dipping her brush in water before touching a lime square. the color of grass in daylight bloomed on the strands of the brush, spreading as she pressed the brush to the paper...

How are you doing today?

Peck spun around. A figure stood behind her. It was Liza.

But it wasn't.

This Liza had hollow, empty eyes, and the different parts of her body and limbs had been forced together with bolts and screws. Her face was stuck forever in a smile. A fake, shammed smile. It was unreal, somehow. It was wrong.

Peck screamed. "Liza! What... SIR GILBERT! COSMO! GRAHAM! GREELY! SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH LIZA!"

''Nothing's wrong with her. All along we were the wrong ones. But we learned the truth, and Liza fixed us.''

A small shape staggered through the doorway.

"C-Cosmo?!"

More of the robotic, fake alphas came, their mouths curving upward, corrupted smiles spreading across their lifeless faces. Peck saw Gilbert, Greely, Graham...

"No..."

''Peck, we came to fix you too. Now you don't have to feel anymore. You can be happy, like us.''

"GET AWAY FROM ME!! GREELY! GRAHAM! SOEMONE! HELP!!"

Be more creative, Peck.

Green is not a creative color.