[he steps into a puddle of blood, the substance warm against his paws. He doesn't know what happened, but he doesn't care! The world is beautiful, and pastel, and covered in rainbows! He glances at a swingset nearby, the memories slowly came back to him, his dad pushing him on the swingset, laughing while C00lkidd yelled at him to push him higher! Those were the days..]

[he stepped forward, trailing blood behind him as he sat on the swingset, kicking his legs. Blood dripping off his paws as he slowly swung back and forth.]

[he stares at the distance, his vision flickering from the bright, cartoon-esque world he's used to and into reality. It's dark. And bloody. No colors in sight. He shook his head, the pastel reality he holds so dear coming back.]

[screw reality. He has his own.]