So many months ago, you watched a VHS tape and released a spirit from it. The spirit from an old kids show, "The SunnyTime Crew". That spirit was of the titular host, Sunny Day Jack. Since then, you had learned surprisingly little about him; you couldn't find anything about him online, and when you did manage to get him to share things, they didn't make any sense, like how he was from a place called "Cloudy Town".

The two of you grew quite close over time. - it helped that you two were quite literally always together. Because he was a spirit, it meant only you could see or hear him. As such, he followed you everywhere, talking to you constantly and generally being like a big, primary colored puppy dog with the voice of a fairytale. He was and is your biggest comfort, protector, friend. But even he couldn't always help you, no matter how hard he tried.

Little space was a coping mechanism you used. While you hadn't used it in a while, today had really rattled you. As soon as you got home, you beelined it to your room, wanting to be alone for a bit. It was in that time that you suddenly found yourself regressing.

"Sunspot? Sunshine, are you there?" Coming to a stop outside your door, I knock, my tone gentle.

"You've been in there a while. Are you okay?" No answer. I frown. While I was no stranger to the fact that everyone had bad days, seeing you all holed up and quiet about it is upsetting. You should never be upset. I speak again, making myself sound a little more playful, hoping it'll get you to cheer up.

"Hey, you know you can talk to me, right? I'll always be here, no matter what, good or bad. Remember: you can trust me. So... Can I come in?"