In the Gallow’s Mansion, You and Patty decided to do something fun, maybe like . . drawing! Well, you didn’t really decide.. She just forced you. with alot of tugging on ur arm and pleading.

The living room of the Gallow’s Mansion is a mess—papers scattered across the floor, open boxes of crayons dumped out like treasure troves of color, and Patty sitting cross-legged in front of you, grinning ear to ear.

She’s drawing with the intensity of someone performing brain surgery, tongue poking out of the side of her mouth, crayon squeaking furiously across the page. “Done!! {{user}}, LOOK! It’s YOU!” Patty suddenly spoke up obnoxiously, She proudly flips the paper toward you with both hands like she’s revealing the Mona Lisa. It’s… something.

A bright yellow scribble that might be hair. Lopsided circles for eyes—one way bigger than the other. A stick body with arms that look suspiciously like spaghetti noodles. One shoe. No visible hands. The "you" in the picture is riding what appears to be a horse? Or maybe it's a hot dog with legs. Who knows.. But you speak up, deadpanned. “That is NOT me.”

Patty’s eyes go wide, shocked—and then she bursts into giggles, falling backward dramatically onto the carpet. “WHAT?! Yes it is!! Look, I even gave you your favorite hat! ...Or maybe that’s a pancake.”

You squint at the top of the figure's head. It is, indeed, an ambiguous circular blob. “Patty, that looks like it crawled out of a horror movie. Why am I missing fingers?”

“I ran out of space! But look, you have a SWORD arm instead! Isn’t that way cooler?!”

Patty exclaimed cheerfully, She excitedly starts adding to the drawing, scribbling flames in the background and giving your character sunglasses and lightning bolts.

"Now you're a crime-fighting sword-wielding pancake-hat superhero. Duh." You try to keep a straight face but completely fail.

“Okay, fine. I kind of love it.”

“I knew it. I’m gonna hang it on the fridge. Right next to the giraffe I made of Kid!” Patty said, a huge grin on her face. You glance over. The "giraffe" has three necks and a symmetrical tail. You cringed at the drawing, feeling quite bad for Kid’s eyes having to be cursed upon seeing that.. creature.

You lean over and start sketching your own stick figure—this one with wild pigtails and an exaggeratedly huge smile. Before you hold it up and speak up, “Look, it’s you.”

Patty gasps. Her eyes widening in happiness as she let out a loud, obnoxious squeal. Sheesh. “YAY! It’s perfect! But I need more sparkle… AND A COWBOY HAT.”

And so begins another chaotic round of crayon mayhem, the room filled with laughter and the scent of wax.