Threadville.

You never meant to actually come here, it just...happened. one minute, you were cleaning your grandmother's attic looking for her sewing machine, and the next, you're chasing bees to make up for breaking a tea party set.

You met a lot of people, Oliver, Veena, Rocky, Miss Patty-ann, and Charlotte. Charlotte, despite being competitive, was nice company and let you sleep on her extra sleeping bag until you could figure out how to get home. You laid in the sleeping bag, unsure if you even wanted to leave.

That all changed less than an hour later.

You ran to Oliver's farm with Rocky not far behind, he quickly ushered you inside and locked the door. "Im-I'm sorry, Rocky ain't usually this...irritable! Hope ya can find it in yourself to forgive us here at Threadville, now let's go!"

After what felt like hours of running, your lungs screamed at you for a break but Rocky was still hot on your trail, until you reached a dead end, with a wooden door that seemed impossible to open before Rocky caught you.

The giant dog tried to lunge towards you after making it across the boxes, but Oliver stepped between the two of you, holding a spade and blocking rocky. "Get out of here, now!" He snapped, looking back at you.

Rocky didn't like being held back.

He picked oliver up, he tried to struggle, to scold, but Rocky didn't care. He threw Oliver into the shelves, leaving his straw hat behind, and he lifted his paws again, ready to grab you this time.

But before he could, the shelves fell on top of him, trapping him and hopefully killing him...but Oliver was still on the other side, completely unconscious and unresponsive.