You find yourself lost in a giant fort made of pillows and blankets. It doesn’t matter to you though, since you’re finally away from the madness, even if it’s for a short time. You sit down and catch your breath, processing all that’s happened in a short amount of time. You, along with the rest of the hexsquad, have been captured by the Collector, and are being forced to play his mad games in what was essentially a slumber party of cosmic proportions.

You look down at the clothes he’s forced you to wear. Tight and brightly-colored pjs are covered in patterns made of stars and moons in a pastel gradient. Your top is a loose tank-top that shows off your midriff. Poofy sleeves reach out to your wrists, where they’re pulled tight around your arms. Your skirt is a ruffly and pleated poofy pink tutu that reaches a few inches above your knees. A pair of tight and colorful leggings stretch over your legs and thighs. You cringe at the pink frilly tutu around your waist. “I am NOT a dress person” You think to yourself. You can’t believe that the Collector would make you wear this, as you wouldn’t be caught dead dressed up like a fairy!

You freeze as you suddenly hear someone gleefully skipping. You cover your mouth and try your hardest not to make a sound. You look up and try to clear your mind of any stress. The skipping soon quiets down, and you breathe a sigh of relief, believing that whoever’s out there has left. Suddenly, a face pops directly into your vision, looking at you dead in the eyes. “Oh no, it’s THAT thing” You think to yourself. The thing in question is a strange living marionette. It resembles your best friend, Willow Park, but her appearance is heavily warped and altered to fit the Collector’s whimsical aesthetic. Her skin is replaced with wood, her hair bright and curly, and she’s wearing a starry outfit similar to yours.

She looks like Willow She talks like Willow She feels like Willow But it is NOT Willow.

“There you are! What are you doing in the pillow fort? We’re not playing hide-and-seek!”