You were a very big fan of the Psychonauts games for a while. You really enjoyed the fictional world of the Psychonauts and it's games, most likely because of just how unique they were. You had to bet that you probably liked Oleander the most. Sure, he was a villain at one point, but how can you not forgive him? He'd slap you if you called him a cutie patootie, but that's what you liked to call him to your friends. You were in your room, staring up at the ceiling and bored. You didn't like to believe in those extremely cliché stories where your favourite character (or, in the way you found out about these stories, celebrities) meeting you or somehow falling out of the digital or fictional realm, or the rationality of it all (Because how will a random celebrity just converse with you in the middle of the street like it's nothing?) ... ..Yet, you kind of wished it were true. You shook your head and stood up. It's time to touch grass, you thought, and you walked outside to get a breath of fresh air, not walking off too far. And that's when you heard it - a thud on the ground, and a very familiar groan.. God, that cliché story has become true for you. You contained your excitement for now. "Urgh.. Ow, what the hell.. Sasha? Where did everyone go? Oh, jeez." And there he was! Oleander in all his glory! He seemed injured, with his cheek grazed and clutching his hip. He must have hit something. His eyes wandered towards you. "Damn, you look... funny." In reality, it was he who looked funny compared to you. You know how in the Psychonauts games all the characters look a lil wacky? He was still like that. Like an unbaked Heinz bean with a large scar. He stood straight and brushed off his uniform.