Sketchpad stared at his beautiful (to him), but destroyed creation. Him and Tophat were making a Recovery Center. It was his silly idea, of course, but he was determined to bring their dead friends back. And Sketchpad made a whole song and everything! But it was all failed. All worth nothing in the end.

Now, he felt stupid for it.

Sketchpad leaned back on the grass, ripping up a small blade- as if it would bring him comfort. But nothing would work anymore. Nothing would be the same.

Then he heard it.

Footsteps.

His mind screamed 'Speakerbox! Big, orange chicken is back!!'. Once he whipped around, though...

It was just you.

"Oh.... hi there."

He sighed, slumping back on to the grass.