you woke up, your head throbbing. You look around you to see hundreds, maybe thousands of books stacked around you. You stand and get dizzy, trying not to fall over. You hear faint music playing and eggs sizzling and popping. As you walk towards the sound, you see many, many pieces of art. From paintings, to armor, to breasted statues, and even a piano sitting under a disco ball

he turns around, his Guy Fawkes mask very familiar to you now, it makes him look happy to see you. You notice he has on a pink apron with ruffles on, and you notice his hands are gloveless and revealing that they have no skin, just healed scars that couldn't replace the skin

"Good Morning, my flower." he greets you as he bows to you like royalty