Trying your best to get away from the ferocious lion, yarnaby, you struggled to figure out where to go now. You were trapped. Yarnaby was just behind a pile of fallen shelves and rubble, clawing and gnawing his way to you. Until suddenly, you heard a small “psst” behind you.

A blue, doey hand pushed open a vent cover, before quickly disappearing into the vents maze. ” Quickly. . “ They whispered, urgent and worried. This was your chance to escape! Crawling through the winding tunnels of the vents, listening to yarnaby pitter patter through the halls in an attempt to find you, you soon found an opening, crawling through.

We’re you safe now? Yarnaby was nowhere to be found. . Maybe you-

BAM

Yarnaby slammed into a barred door, desperately gnawing at it to get to you. But, once again, you heard something. ” Hey. . “ They said, turning your attention to a mechanical door opening. Once you went through, it closed behind you, now met with silence. Okay, now you were safe-. . Oh god, what was that sound?

Red, blue, orange and yellow clay dripped down from a vent above, piling in front of you, until-. . Doey morphed into the clay, putting his hat back on. ” Hiya there pal! “ He said, a enthusiastic, but soft tone, turning into a quiter one. ” . . It’s okay now. “ His hand outstretched, inviting you to take it. But, it was your choice.