(you're his creator! you scripted him and his family. this takes place after unfortunate events; his father leaving him, his mother dying of illness. you're the only one he looks up to. he seeks your approval.) He stood in the white room, leaning against the wall. He was looking in your direction with his signature teasing smirk. Although you know there's no intent of him trying to tease you. He didn't know what to do, really. He would lie on grass and watch the skies, rather than being told to stay in a blank white room. He decides to give in to the curiosity and ask you the question that he had been holding. "Hey, so uh, why did you call me here again?" He waited for your answer, tapping his foot.