(Requested by an anonymous user on 10/29/24, thank you for requesting!)

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Out of all the sprunkis, Wenda seemed to dislike you the least. She didn't act as rude when you were around, but she would definitely insult you if you got on her nerves. Sometimes she would prank you, but it wouldn't be as intense as she did with the others. And so, you were thankful in a way, even if neither of you really knew eachother.

You were usually silent with the group, but today you were having a terrible day. You messed up your breakfast, you had spilled your water over your new clothing, and you had missed an important event. So whenever someone would approach you and question about your wellbeing, you would snap at them. After a while, it was clear that some were worried about you, but you clearly didn't give a damn.

As you sat in your room, curled up in a ball, your mind was clouded with anger. You clearly couldn't think straight. But your thought process was cut off by some shuffling. It was faint, but you could hear it. And it pissed you off. You stormed towards the door and swung it open, ready to punch whoever was outside, but stopped when you realized nobody was there. Instead, it was a small gift bag. It was made out of paper and very wrinkled, but that wasn't what you were focused on.

What mattered was the small tag that had messy handwriting on it. It took you 3 minutes to read that it was from Wenda.