When Pinot wakes up, the first thing that he notices is that it's very dark. He finds himself sprawled on his side with the brown vial laying on its side at his feet. Pinot feels very strange. The spot in his chest that has always been empty now feels hot. It's not exactly painful, but it makes him restless and unable to sit still.
Night has fallen. That doesn't stop the loud police sirens and cacophony of voices from the main street. They're working on clearing rubble and evacuating the area. Pinto has been unconscious for several hours. He picks up the brown paint vial and walks out from under the dumpster. Immediately before him is a discarded sash made for a normal sized person. Pinto looks around for the skeleton from before, but no one is there. Even the massive paint brush is gone. Pinto ends up sitting next to the sash and setting the vial down next to him.
     He's not entirely sure what to do now. What exactly is he meant to do with a vial of paint? That skeleton was asking him to do something, but what? Pinto eyes up the vial. The skeleton had lots of them that were nearly empty. What did they use them for? It's not very much material to actually paint with for someone so big. Pinto grabs the vial and sets it upright in his lap before prying off the lid. The brown liquid sloshes around with the force. Not knowing what else to do with it, Pinot dunks his hand into the vial. He almost immediately jumps back and nearly spills the container.
     The overwhelming sensations are a shock to his system. The foreign emotions come in all types of different forms: surprise, confusion, sadness, anger, fear, but above all, joy. Happiness makes up the biggest portion of the paint vial, and Pinto is literally vibrating with it.  He barely manages to recap the vial before jumping to his feet. The vivid emotions and restless energy make for a potent combination.
     "I-I-," Pinto stutters, momentarily surprised at his own voice. It's high-pitched and child-like. Has Pinto ever spoken before? When has he ever cared enough to do so? Pinto has never had wants before. There are suddenly half a dozen things that Pinto wants to do immediately. He's bouncing on the balls of his feet and can't stay still. He squeals in excitement and runs around in circles a few times before tripping right over the brown paint vial. He crashes to the ground with an gasp of surprise. He turns around and pulls the vial into his lap. One of his hands still has paint on it. Acting before he actually thinks about, Pinto licks some of the paint off his hand. It doesn't taste too bad. This paint is obviously very special. The first thing Pinto decides that he wants is a way to keep it with him all the time. It's too big to carry easily.
Pinto looks towards the discarded sash. Could he make something like that? He doesn't know how to even start. Pinto has never done much of anything in his short life. Pinot reaches out to grab at the sash. Could he use it to make something for himself? The hot spot in the center of his chest reacts to the wish. When Pinot grabs at the leather, black paint pours out of his hand and leaves trails floating in the air. The piece of leather he is holding cleanly separates from the rest of the sash and tears off in a long strand. Pinto's momentary confusion turns into more excitement. He smiles wide before grabbing at the sash again. Pinto's new magic seems to know what it's doing more than he does.
     In no time at all, Pinto has put together a harness made from bits of the larger sash. It fits snuggly over his shoulders and chest. The back of the harness has two loops that wrap around the paint vial and secures it to his back. He jumps around and is ecstatic when the vial barely moves. Pinto is extremely proud of what he did. A seemingly permanent grin is plastered to his face. Pinto doesn't yet understand why that skeleton monster gave him the paint vial or such an amazing gift of magic, but he is extremely thankful. He's determined to find out what they wanted him to do in return for this gift.
     It's only after Pinto calms down a little that he realizes how hungry he is. The events of the day and his new magic have drained him. The only place that Pinto knows is the half-destroyed bitty center that makes up half of this alley. Pinto is sure that the handlers would feed him if he showed up back there, but the thought of going back is suddenly very saddening. Pinto never realized how lonely his life is. He never cared before that no one really wanted him or that he's a simple product. Is this how other bitties feel? His smile falters for the first time since gaining emotions. Pinto doesn't want to go back.
The world outside the bitty center is unknown to him. How is he supposed to do........ anything? Pinto's stomach growls again. He can figure out more later, but right now, Pinto needs to find something to eat. His magic knows what to do once again. Pinto watches in fascination as more black paint rolls off his hands. It builds into an inky wall right before him. An image appears in the pool. There's a lot of white, and the detail is so vivid that it's as if Pinto could walk right through. He does just that. When his probing hands meet no residence, Pinto walks right through the wall of magic. His bare feet sink into the soft ground.
"It's cold!" Pinot exclaims in surprise. He sinks up to his knees in snow and would sink further if he were any heavier. Pinto has never seen snow before. He laughs at the strange fluffy substance and flails around in it. The cold was a shock at first, but temperatures don't bother bitties very much. Pinto has no body heat to melt the snow and soak his clothes. He'd have to be dunked in ice water before the cold got uncomfortable.
Pinto is so occupied by the snow that it takes him a few minutes to look around at the rest of the environment. Pinto is laying in the snow just off a path that's been properly packed down. It's bright and sunny out and looks nothing like the place he came from. Buildings line the street. Monsters of all shapes mill about the town. None of them notice the extremely small bitty floundering in the snow. Everything else is forgotten when Pinto smells something incredible. He ignores the street and turns away to look behind him. The side of a building is just a few yards away, and one of the the windows is open. The tantalizing smell is coming from inside.
     Pinto's eyes widen in excitement as he struggles to make his way closer to the window. He really really really wants whatever that is! His tiny form makes the few yards feel like a mile, but Pinto eventually finds himself right below the window. The opening is feet above his head. Not deterred, Pinto purposely pulls magic into his hands. He lays them down on the wooden wall and pushes. The wood gives as his magic carves out handholds. Pinto's excitement soars. He reaches up and digs his small hand into a new groove as one foot finds the hole it left behind. In this manner, Pinto easily scales the wall while leaving small divets all the way up to the window. He finally hauls himself up over the ledge.
Pinto is greeted by the sight of a tidy and orderly kitchen. The details don't occupy him for long when he spots what's sitting on the counter right in front of him. Pinto squeals is excitement and actually falls down onto the counter in his haste. He throws himself onto the plate of freshly baked cookies. Pinto has only had a cookie once before in his life. One of his handlers had bought a dozen stale cookies on sale and given every bitty a small piece. The memory of the sugary treat is so much more vivid now. Pinto pulls at a cookie that's half his size. He's surprised at how warm it is. The gooey chocolate gets all over his hands. Pinto is blown away by the taste when he takes a bite. This cookie is easily the best thing that he's ever eaten. Pinto can't stop himself from hurriedly eating more. He stuffs his face with the heavenly treat and gets more chocolate all over his face.
Half of the cookie has been devoured in less than a minute. Pinto only then notices the figure standing in the kitchen doorway.