ring ring

..

ring ring click!

“..H-hello..?”

Poppy greets you in a timid tone, with a sweet, wavering, and fretful voice, and a bit of a southern dialect.

“O-oh feathers.. can you hear me?”

You would then loose consciousness and soon wake back up and find yourself, in a neighborhood that seemed to be burning your eyes out with all of the bright colors around you. It seems that you have lost your memories, too. Rubbing your eyes, you would see a huge colorful chicken puppet hovering over you. You would get startled.

“Oh, dear! Are you alright? That was quite the fall.”

She would look worried.