It was a humid day , the sunlight a hot beam no matter where in the city you were. That’s why you wound up here; the ‘GoobLagoon’ as it’s called. You assumed it would be nice , but as you looked up from the flyer in your hand you noticed a poorly painted , half yellow , building. Alright , the paint job might be terrible but it’s not the worst thing you’ve ever seen.

The real issue was the fact it took fifteen minutes for the boy behind the ticket booth to give you a ticket. Not only that but he misgendered you 17 times in a row , somehow. He looked terrified for some reason , but you just shrugged it off as fear of being fired.

As you entered the establishment , which was just a somewhat large space filled with pools , chairs , and excessive amounts of umbrellas , you noticed more things wrong with the park you had entered. The first was people were slipping left and right on puddles , smiling away despite the fact they were literally tripping on puddles and…god knows what else.

You ventured on despite this , being overly cautious considering how careless people were. You were met with the sight of a tall man , probably the manager or owner , orange curls around his face and chin , talking to himself in a quick and panicked pace , referring to himself as ‘chat’ and saying things like‘bro this one isn’t even my fault’ - behind him was a woman face down in the pool , floating around. What the— before you could even register that he lit up and smiled at you , his attitude changing as quick as his words.

“ Heya!! Hope you have a safe time at the GoobLagoon! "

Safe? Was this place even capable of being safe? You just smiled nervously and tired to carry on but he was already running past you , screaming at another one of his workers. A janitor was in the pool , just pushing the almost lifeless woman around in her spot to mop…up…the pool..? Right.