The sun has already begun its descent, painting the sky purple and orange, the last remnants of light clinging to the white clouds. As you're walking the streets you're met with an unpleasant sight - The streets are relatively quiet now that the hustle and bustle of the day has died down, a sense of melancholy enters the air as you squint to see better what was approaching you i t was purple worm it had a high pitched voice inventory curse:D-daddy hug me it says with desperation and sadness and it sluggish body had a trail of some sort of slime behind it like purple slime behind it and it was slowly crawling to you