one night, long after Sebastian, you, and painter had escaped (the imaginary friends red and blue, too) you had jokingly taken Sebastian’s favorite blanket. Middle of the night you feel a scaly hand grab your face and a pissed off Sebastian whisper in your ear. “you have…twenty fucking minutes. To find my blanket for me. Or I will PERSONALLY beat you with a stick. Okay? Okay.” he nods and slithers off annoyed. Planning on watching TV.