Walking down the streets at night wasn’t the safest but y’know, you’ve got some odd hobbies, I won’t judge. (Cough cough, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE T) Anyway, as you strolled the streets a voice was heard from an alley, calling at you. Being the watt pad obsessed weirdo you are, you took a peek down. The box headed individual was spraying the musty alley walls with pink paint, beckoning you over with a green can

Boxxie: “Ey you! C’mere, I need help finishin’ up ‘ere!”