"This. This is why I told you we needed to leave a body."
"Yes, but the intrigue! We never would have gotten this far if they had closed the case."
"Well, now what? Do you think this will INTRIGUE our collectors!?!"
"Well, at least it was at one of the nicer hotels?"
"Oh yes, the highest class BDSM cult in the basement of a 5 star Hilton definitely just rings with class. The Fuck are we going to do. This is going to absolutely kill demand and I really wanted to pay off Biladio. You know he's getting impatient."
"There is always, well, you know.. we could.."
"Are you fucking serious!?! No. It's been too long. Fuck, I'm pretty sure at this point there's no way this is legal."
"You could claim amnesia?"
"Seriously. That makes no sense at all."
"Well what are we supposed to do."
"We do it again."
"Again? What the hell are you talking about? You're already 'dead', you can't do it again. It's a one shot kind of thing." Wren shifted in frustration, dropping the brush still wet with blue that would be soon known as the next "shocking blue period painting to be discovered" masterpiece. "This is so poorly timed too. I must have over 700 of these completed in the vault. We were going to retire."
"We were" whispered Shade but Wren couldn't hear the raspy cool quip over the rush of blood that sudden gapped from Shades cruel blow.
Months later the news would be flooded with the story of Wren and the years long facade. A book would be written about the dramatic suicide that occurred in a penthouse of the Burj Al Arab and the eloquent suicide manifesto explaining the long scheme and ultimately demise.
Nearly 100 fakes now more famous than the original works would be found in a vault and go to auction. Occasionally new works would appear and go to auction but the story would go down as one of the most unusual and infamous events in the art world.
Pm_me_your_marmot t1_irilpwg wrote
Reply to [WP] As an art school student you came up with a plan to fake your own death if you don't manage to become famous. It worked and you're now a millionaire living under false name and 'finding' a new painting every few years for an extra cash. But in the news today you see that they found your body. by WillTheWheel
"This. This is why I told you we needed to leave a body."
"Yes, but the intrigue! We never would have gotten this far if they had closed the case."
"Well, now what? Do you think this will INTRIGUE our collectors!?!"
"Well, at least it was at one of the nicer hotels?"
"Oh yes, the highest class BDSM cult in the basement of a 5 star Hilton definitely just rings with class. The Fuck are we going to do. This is going to absolutely kill demand and I really wanted to pay off Biladio. You know he's getting impatient."
"There is always, well, you know.. we could.."
"Are you fucking serious!?! No. It's been too long. Fuck, I'm pretty sure at this point there's no way this is legal."
"You could claim amnesia?"
"Seriously. That makes no sense at all."
"Well what are we supposed to do."
"We do it again."
"Again? What the hell are you talking about? You're already 'dead', you can't do it again. It's a one shot kind of thing." Wren shifted in frustration, dropping the brush still wet with blue that would be soon known as the next "shocking blue period painting to be discovered" masterpiece. "This is so poorly timed too. I must have over 700 of these completed in the vault. We were going to retire."
"We were" whispered Shade but Wren couldn't hear the raspy cool quip over the rush of blood that sudden gapped from Shades cruel blow.
Months later the news would be flooded with the story of Wren and the years long facade. A book would be written about the dramatic suicide that occurred in a penthouse of the Burj Al Arab and the eloquent suicide manifesto explaining the long scheme and ultimately demise.
Nearly 100 fakes now more famous than the original works would be found in a vault and go to auction. Occasionally new works would appear and go to auction but the story would go down as one of the most unusual and infamous events in the art world.