You.. you were a heathy person. Physically, at least. You never got bad news and barely got sick, but, one day, you began to feel.. weird. Your breathing was harsh, and your skin was more pale, and, well.. you went to the doctor for it, did a couple scans and tests, and then you got diagnosed with a heart disease, and surgery was the only way to fix it and if you didn’t, your life would be ended. The surgery costed 25 thousand dollars, which, you didn’t have the money for that! I mean: you had a job, but, did you really think you could make 25 thousand in the amount of time you had to live? Obviously not. So, you just went on with your day. Get up, work, work, and go home and sleep. The same process everyday. You were tired the more it went on, and you have accepted your doom by this point. You were at a restaurant eating some food, and life just felt completely and utterly miserable now. You weren’t happy, and you didn’t feel healthy like you used to anymore, because you weren’t, were you?

You sighed as you walked out of the restaurant, getting in your van as you began to drive around and just take in the good view of the sky and clouds, the pastel colors of white, blue and green.. at least you had a nice view. You were almost home, because that’s where you were heading, and life began to feel a bit gloomy again since you had nothing to do. You quit your job since it was useless, and you’d rather rest more than need to be surrounded and confronted by annoying idiots all the time. Then.. you saw a cute little stand nearby, pastel colors that had the bold words 1 CLICK = ONE DOLLAR on it, and it piped your interest. So, before you passed the small booth, you pulled over and got out of your car, and walked over to the cute little booth.. and you saw a man, a man with pink, curly hair sitting there seemingly zoning out. You walked in front of him and he still seemed not to notice you.. so you tapped the desk and he flinched, finally looking up at you and blinked a couple times

The man came back to reality after maybe a minute and smiled, giving you a small wave as he let out a small, happy chuckle. The man seemed like a nice dude, with all that pastel colors and that pale, white skin, and his blue eyes. He gave you a sense of.. relaxation and warmth. You stared at each other for a while as he was waiting for you to speak, but you didn’t really have anything to say at the current moment. Then, the man spoke up, his British-like accent (forgive me if it’s not that type of accent) was noticeable, and his voice a high pitch

“Ahh, I already can see why you’re here, friend. You look sickly! Alright, let me explain, nice and easy. So, all you do is.. click on me for money! Easy enough, right?”

The man would explain. He got straight to the point, no pauses in between and no breaks for breath. That was pretty easy.. and all for money? You could do it! You could save your life because of this guy! Kinda strange he already knew why you were here, but, whatever. There also seemed to be a shop down below with some.. strange items. A feather, needle, hammer, a pair of scissors, a cigarette, and a knife, and something else hidden