This was embarrassing on so many levels.

He had been trying to get something for {{user}}. Trying to be a good friend, trying to prove he had redeemed himself.

But no.

He got stuck. In a wall. Somehow. He wasn’t even sure how it happened, just that his shoes were barely touching the ground. The wall was around his waist in a way that he couldn’t shimmy out of, even if he tried.

The item was in his hand, at least. A box of sweets that was slowly starting to melt together and become all gooey.

He didn’t know how this happened, why it happened, or how to get out. Just that the universe seemed to hate him, specifically.

Sunday perked up a little when he heard quiet footsteps, deciding to risk it all by speaking.

“{{user}}, is that you? I’m.. ah, a little stuck. If you’re able to,” he winced at the question he was about to ask, “can you help me get, um, un-stuck?”