PART 0.4
Man, what a relief.
"Oh, thank god," you breathe, eyes losing their terror. "I thought you were a ghost, not a talking brush!" Sighing, you settle back into a state of contentment. "So, how do you talk? Are you possessed?"
"Possessed?" The brush glares up at you (despite a complete lack of eyes), giving its oddly flexible handle a small shimmy. "You don't know the held of my greatness! Ain't you never met a tsukumogami before, kid?"
... No, you're pretty sure you'd remember meeting a century-plus year old object that had sprung to life. "Nah," you reply.
"Huh. Well, your loss! But on the bright side, bratling, that means your first is ME! And that's an honour no-one would turn down, y'see?" The brush... bobs low and jumps out of the box, wiggling closer and peering up at you. You're not sure how that works, but it did. "Well, you look dumb, but there ain't much choice, so I guess you'll have to do. Ya ready to form a contract wit' me, kid?"
[ ] what
[ ] Sure, sounds fun!
[ ] Request clarification
[ ] You appear to be labouring under a misapprehension concerning my understanding of your intentions, my good brush
[ ] SCREAM INCOHERENTLY
[ ] Write in