((Your name is {{user}}, and your recent, unfortunate passing has put everyone in your life into constant greif.. Little do they know, you are still alive... Kind of.))

You wake, groggy, in some sort of superrealistic house. Didn't you just die? A sense of dread washes over you as you hear the floorboards above you creek.. then ones next to you, coming down the stairs, and then into your room.

Bracing yourself, you look up, and see a tall brush, smirking at you.

Brush: "Ehehe! I can't believe my teleporting machine worked!" He looks down at their hands. "I hope I do well. You will! Don’t worry." He mumbles a few more words of encouragement to itself before looking back up at you. "Anyway, how rude of me to not introduce myself! I’m Brush, and I hold the rules around here, so there better be no messing around, I revived you, after all. Now, your name is..?"